I Finished A Short Story Of This Series! I'll Try To Upload It Tomorrow, But I Don't Assure Anything,

I finished a short story of this series! I'll try to upload it tomorrow, but I don't assure anything, I've been very busy with my studies, especially this last month, I've been full of evaluations 🥲.

Fate Or Chance | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Read the summary here, it's much more complete, but, in a nutshell, it's about Steve and you meeting for the first time in a movie theater on Valentine's Day 💕.

Warnings: Fluff, Model! Steve, Designer! Reader.

Words: 1.9k

You brought your hands to your lips, sighing over them to warm them. People walked briskly by your sides, some even bumping into your shoulder, apologizing in hushed tones. Signs with red and pink hearts filled every place, from food businesses to clothing and lingerie stores.

And in the midst of that was you, with your downcast countenance, watching some men enter the stores with a smile of excitement, and women, with flushed cheeks as they left a clothing or chocolate store. You couldn't lie, you felt a little envious, but what could you do besides watching those people being happy with their partners?

Your cell phone rang, making you come out of your little cloud of depression and singleness. The number was Alex's, your best friend. You answered almost the second after she dialed.

"Did you get to the movies yet?" Alex said on the other end of the phone.

"I'm close" you smiled, stopping your step as you saw the large Cinemark sign. You were happy to at least be able to enjoy a horror movie with your best friend, "Why do you ask? are you going to be late?"

Alex sighed heavily, something that made your stomach clench and your nerves make you nauseous. You knew that sigh so well.

"No, not exactly," a noise in the background along with a man's laughter only confirmed your suspicions, "Eddie came as a surprise, you know, for Valentine's Day."

"Oh" you said quietly, your smile fading almost as quickly as it had appeared. Alex and Eddie had been dating for about 10 years, lived through a lot together and always leaned on each other. You admired them, too much. Neither had much time for the other, Alex was a surgeon and Eddie had a band that became incredibly famous in the late 80s.

You didn't want to spend Valentine's Day alone, but you also didn't plan to put your happiness above your best friend's, so, taking a big breath of fresh air, you responded.

"I'm glad he was able to come see you today" you tried to sound as cheerful as possible, because you were actually very happy for them. "You should stay with him, you haven't seen each other for a long time."

Alex blew out the air she had built up. You couldn't help but smile at that, she really was a great friend.

"Thanks for understanding, Y/N, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"There's nothing to make up for, I love seeing you happy, you're like, I don't know, my favorite couple in the world" you let out a laugh as you heard Eddie shout that you were his second favorite girl in the world, "I gotta go, the show starts in a few minutes."

"Enjoy the movie for me, okay?"

"I will, don't worry" you kept up your pace, walking into the movie theater a little more down than before, but not taking the smile off your face, "Bye."

Steve turned off the alarm clock beside him, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He glued his gaze to the spotless ceiling of the hotel room he was staying in for the weekend.

"You awake already?" muttered Eddie, standing in front of a full-length mirror, his hands working deftly through his hair. He was seeing Alex again today after an entire season out of the country.

"Yeah, I see you too" he sat up in bed, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks a little too slowly. Eddie couldn't help but smile mischievously at the sight of him.

"What? you have no one to spend this wonderful day with?" as he teased Steve, he picked up his perfume and poured it on too much. Steve wasn't happy about it, that one in particular was too expensive for him to wear like that.

"Shut the fuck up" he stood up at last, stretching his arms above his head. He hid his feet in his soft cotton slippers, walking lazily to the dining room.

Hundreds of papers were lying on the kitchen counter, all with Steve as the addressee. After his last job, many well-known fashion brands wanted him for their advertising.

He ignored them all, too tired to pay attention to them. He kept walking until he reached the spacious kitchen. His stomach growled in protest.

"I left a slice of pizza from last night lying around" Eddie shouted as he ran for the front door, "I'm going to Alex's house, don't wait for me, I don't think I'll make it."

"Just beat it" he said jokingly, pulling out a bottle of milk and taking a big gulp of it. He had to take care of his physique, much to his bad luck.

The door slammed shut, leaving Steve all alone in an overly large hotel room by one person. For some reason, he felt extremely lonely.

He stood for a few seconds staring at the door, thinking about how different his morning would have been if he had someone special in his life, as well as Eddie and Alex. It hurt him to think like that, it hurt him to think that he might end up alone and with no one to love him, unable to achieve his biggest dream, to have a beautiful family to give his body and soul to.

He tried to erase those intrusive thoughts, put away the bottle of milk and headed for the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a sheet of paper hit his face.

"What the...?" He brushed it off with a frown, turning to look at the sliding door to the balcony. Eddie had left it open. "Stupid wind."

He looked at the paper, noting that it was a job offer at a freelance firm. Confused, he looked through the rest of the letters, noticing that, in one of the envelopes, came a set of photos with the work they had been doing so far.

The photography was fine, the models were exotic and diverse, something that caught his attention, but, without a doubt, what completely captivated him were the designs the models were wearing. They were very visually appealing.

In less than a second he was already dressed and with his wallet in hand, ready to go somewhere with a computer available so he could do some research about the place.

He wandered around town until he found a library with computers in it. He hurried to grab one and took a seat, typing in as fast as he could the name of the company.

His research led him to a website with a nicely perfected design, the designs available were similar to the samples, but much more eye-catching. He smiled unconsciously.

When he reached the footer, a phone number accompanied by a name caught his eye. It was the name of the manager and Lead Designer, Y/N Y/L/N. He pulled the crumpled letter out of his pocket, the reverse side facing the ceiling. He took a pencil from the pen next to the computer and quickly wrote down the data. For the first time in a long time he was really excited about getting a job.

With a big smile on his face, Steve walked gleefully towards the local subway station hoping he could go visit Eddie and Alex and tell them the news. He skipped down the stairs two at a time, ignoring the leering looks some girls were throwing at him; he couldn't think of anything else but your name, after all, so far you were the Designer that best complemented his personal tastes.

He took a seat on one of the subway chairs next to a man in a suit. He looked furious. Steve almost fell out of his seat when he saw the man give him a withering look.

"Hey," he mumbled, getting up and standing in front of Steve. "You like horror movies?"

Steve blinked slowly, his lips parting slightly. What did he say?

"Ah, yeah, I guess, why the question?" He mumbled in confusion, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched the man toss his a white-colored ticket.

"Here, I'll give it to you, I don't need it anymore anyway."

Steve tried to talk to him, to ask why he was giving that to him, but as soon as he got up, the man was gone on the train that had just arrived, leaving him with confusion and a ticket to a movie he didn't even know was in release.

"Thank you" you said as you took the box of popcorn from the worker's hands and headed to the room where the show would be screened. Definitely ignorant of the red hearts that decorated it.

You handed over your ticket and nodded when you heard the instructions. Room 4, booth K12. You considered it decent, not too close, not too far. You went on your way and entered the room. Empty.

You sighed, walking down the steps and ignoring the fact that this was too ridiculous, what was so unbelievable about watching a horror movie in company? If you had a partner, you thought, you would definitely watch this with him on Valentine's Day, mainly because they were on sale.

You walked until you saw the letter K on the seat, looking carefully for the number you were entitled to. Just then, you heard heavy footsteps and a man's panting. You decided to ignore it and take a seat.

"Dude, it sure is empty in here" you heard the man say. His footsteps could be heard closer and closer.

For a single second you thought he had an attractive voice, but preferable to keep that thought to yourself, you weren't the kind of person to flatter random people who came to watch the same movie as you.

The sound of the chair next to you made you freeze in place. You turned your head so fast that your neck became sore. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

Steve fucking Harrington was sitting next to you in a completely empty movie theater. You felt your heart race at the thought of sharing the same air as the one you admired so much.

"Hi" he smiled awkwardly as he noticed your relentless gaze stopping on him, "what a coincidence that we happened to be together, don't you think?".

You opened your mouth. Nothing. You tried again, but could only let out a soft "yes". You were red with embarrassment, why did this have to happen to you just today?

"Uhm, well, I was just saying that because I didn't want you to think I'm a weirdo or something for sitting here when the cinema is empty, but, you know, it's forbidden to occupy any seat other than yours" from then on you stopped paying attention to what he was saying, you were too busy thinking about how good he looked and how funny it was to hear him talking so fast.

Before you could help yourself, you let out a laugh. Too loud a laugh. You covered your mouth almost instantly, opening your eyes too wide to look normal.

You both looked at each other in silence; you, trying to read Steve's expression, and he, processing what you had just done. In the end, it was Steve who broke the silence. A set of strange laughs made you feel self-conscious, was he making fun of you?

"What was that?" he said between laughs, his eyes forming little crescent moons that sparkled with intensity, "I've never heard someone laugh like that."

"God, how embarrassing" you whispered, covering your face with both hands, feeling the heat rise to your ears.

"Seriously, what do I have to do to hear it again?"

Your heart stopped for a second. You opened a space between your fingers to watch Steve's face. You swore his smile could have killed you. He was smiling so genuinely that, for a second, you forgot that you had let out a laugh so loud and embarrassing that, if there had been more people there, they would be trying to throw you out.

"I..." you gulped, drawing out all your personality for the next move. After all, it was highly unlikely you were going to find it again, "well, you'd have to do something too crazy, maybe shave your head?"

Steve laughed again, this time you joined him. You don't know how long you were like that, the stomach ache and tears were already too present, so you guessed a good while, but you didn't care.

"I'm Steve, by the way" he smiled with a chuckle, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Y/N" you nodded in his direction, lowering your voice a little at a time as you noticed the screen begin to brighten and the lights dimmed. You turned to look at the screen with a big smile.

You were so caught up in your world that you didn't notice how, even though the show was about to start, Steve didn't take his eyes off you for quite a while, his eyes shining with excitement and his chest quivering with warmth.

Masterlist

So, here's what I've been working on these days I've been away, the dots mark the ones I've already done and the colors show the personas; blue is Steve and red is Eddie. I was planning to upload Steve's as soon as I finished, hopefully I can do it soon 😣.

I changed some words that I was uncomfortable working with or just had no idea what they meant lol, here are the ones I changed:

3. Breeding.

4. Cock warming.

10. Amomaxia/photography.

15. Under Water.

17. Dildo.

18. Stuck.

21. Hair pulling.

25. Dry humping.

27. Aphrodisiac.

28. Edging.

-:Strangers to enemies to lovers prompts:-

By @me-writes-prompts

“Funny, isn’t it? I thought you were an ally just yesterday upon meeting you.”

When their eyes first met, it was like everything when bright. But when they found it was actually their enemy, their eyes filled with hatred and there was no more the brightness they once felt.

“I liked you, you know. A fellow human asking me directions. What I didn’t like was the fact that you had be one of them. That you asked the direction right to the place where I was tortured and hated. Now, I can’t say that I like you.”

Person A is clueless on their first day of job, they ask some help from Person B. Later, they find out that’s the same person they are supposed to work against.

“If only you were on my side, we could have made a great team.” “Yes, we could, but I’d fight against you.”

“Oh, look who it is. The rookie. How sad it must be to discovering no one likes you here.” They say with a straight face, trying to cover up the emotions they were feeling because this was the second time they were seeing the other one, and not the first. They had to pretend to hate them, and it hurt.

“Listen, when I said you’re just my type back in that cafe, it wasn’t true okay? I could never say that to my future enemy! Just forget about it, alright?” “Uh huh, definitely. You also said that you wanted to me to do some very specific things to you. I should forget that too, right?” “Yeah! Yeah, for sure. Wait-.”

“I never thought we’d be enemies…” “Yeah, I wanted us to be something more.” “What?” “Nothing.”

Hello, can you write about the prompt of "Can I play with your hair?" With husband! Jonathan Byers x Wife!Fem reader in which Jonathan comes back from a job trip, and at night when the lights are off and they are in bed and he hugs his wife, fills her with lots of kisses and asks her the question that is in the prompt. Reader says yes and when he is playing with her hair, he tells her how much he misses her, that he couldn't stop thinking of her while he was out and how he wants to spend more time with her and enjoy the happy moments with her.

Here is the request! I hope you like it. It was a little bit angsty, but I swear it ends well 🫡.

Exactly one month ago Jonathan arrived with the best news they could have received, he had been offered to do a photo shoot for a very important star. This was a big step, it's not every day you get an opportunity like this, so he accepted almost immediately after he told you about it. Now, two weeks after that, you both started to question how good an idea it was to do this.

Jonathan was excited, yes, but he felt... empty, he felt that something was missing when it came to arriving at the hotel and not seeing your beautiful smile greeting him, that a morning greeting accompanied by affection and kisses and love was missing. He felt lonely, something he had stopped feeling a long time ago.

You were not much better. The first few days were fun. You could watch your favorite shows without your husband's photo critiques, enjoy junk food, do only half the housework; it was fine, at least until you began to miss the warmth of his body resting on your left side of the bed, his delicious food, his proud comments about his younger brother, the casual pictures he took of the two of you every day. You missed him, and everything that came in the package, and it amazed you how you had only just realized something like that.

Those emotions were never told to each other, at least not over the phone, neither felt it was appropriate to do so, not considering that it was something so... deep. So the both of you decided to wait until you met again so you could tell everything you wanted to.

The first one to say it was you. You did it almost immediately when you met at the airport. You threw yourself into his arms and kissed him like you had never kissed anyone before, you savored every moment and, after they parted, you confessed the deep love you felt for him, how much you missed him and how much you felt you needed him. You almost wiped the smile off your face when you saw that he only nodded enthusiastically.

You were depressed the rest of the trip, but you tried to hide it. You knew Jonathan wasn't an extremely enthusiastic person, so you understood if he didn't say it like you had, but you felt so silly to be the only one who missed him. Yes, communication was not your strong suit.

Jonathan noticed something was up only when you politely refused to eat dinner. It was your favorite food, you would never say no to him. Despite that, he didn't say anything, he thought you would open up in a few minutes, minutes that turned into hours and hours of worry covered by poorly made jokes, awkward hugs and kisses on the cheeks.

It was three in the morning and he just decided to do something. You were both night people, so he knew you would be awake. He waited patiently for you to turn to him and, as soon as you did, he brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheeks. You just let yourself go, closing your eyes and enjoying his hands caressing the soft skin of your cheeks, feeling his lips, brushing softly against yours, his hands caressing your waist and pulling you closer to him, showing you how much you had missed this.

"Can I touch your hair?" he asked in a soft voice, brushing his nose against your neck, breathing in your soft lavender perfume.

"Yes" you whispered, bringing your hand to his shoulder and resting your nose against his.

"There's something I need to tell you" he said staring at you, his eyes dilated and his shy smile made you wonder what the news could be as to make him this shy. "I guess, in a way, I missed seeing you; hearing you laugh, seeing your tangled hair in the morning, hearing your goodnight before bed, watching you make breakfast, trying to drink that cup that you never manage to drink on your own because the shelf is too high. I missed living with you, realizing how much you made me miss being myself, because we've been together for time that without you I am no longer me, do you understand?"

And, with that alone, all the sadness and anxiety you were accumulating left your body. Your eyes copied the beautiful shape of a crescent, and your smile was so big that your cheeks ached. You wanted to kiss him until you wore out his lips and that the taste of your lipstick would remain impregnated in his lips until the next morning, where you would kiss him again to keep that taste in them.

"Of course I do, I feel the same way. I feel that, in every couple it is always necessary to have this, you know? Some time apart from each other to see how much you love each other. I'm glad to know that this only brought us closer together even more" you snuggled up to him, kissing his chin, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, until you reached his lips, where you left a chaste but sweet kiss.

"Yeah, well, I think I love you even more" Jonathan laughed against your lips, taking your cheeks and kissing you again, deeper this time.

You sighed happily, wishing that this night would last forever, that every night would be like this, together with him, loving each other as you both knew you did. Yes, this was definitely your favorite part of your travels.

Masterlist

I want to write something, but I don't have imagination 🥲 If you want make a request 💕

.·:*¨¨*:·.`·.,◞Rules◟,.·´.·:*¨¨*:·.

Who I write about:

Steve Harrington.

Billy Hargrove.

Eddie Munson.

Jonathan Byers.

Robin Buckley.

I will receive request if:

They are angst, fluff, smut, I'm pretty flexible on the subject.

The request is made with respect.

Request comes with detailed/specific description.

I will not receive request if:

The request has Daddy Kink, BDSM, or any mistreatment of the character to the reader.

The request was against a community, there may be slight mentions in the shot, but never any kind of disrespect that could hurt someone.

Pairings between characters in the series (such as Steddie, Ronance, Harringrove, etc.)

List:

Prompts | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 40 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 | 59 | 60 | 61 | 62 | 63 | 64

[The red ones are from @me-writes-prompts , the blue ones are from @dumplingsjinson, the Orange ones are from @novelbear, the pink ones are from @luvmmarner, the green ones are from @youneedsomeprompts, the purple ones are from @creweemmaeec11, the black one is from @lunememes, the black one is from @streets-crimes, the cursive one is from @delusionisaplace and the red cursive one is from @akmwrites , give them all your love, the prompts are amazing 💕💕]

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[You can specify in which series or with which characters you want to be].

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Hi! I come to report back 😃 sorry for the absence, been a bit busy with my studies and all, but I've also been working on Steve and Eddie's kinktober <3 I'll upload them soon, as soon as I finish all the days [so I'll have something to post during the time I'll be busy 😣].