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Mom, I’m famous bc of gay men from a show about Russians, teenagers playing dnd, gay confusion, demons from another dimension, and monsters.

(And great lighting)

eddie munson is like ‘this is going to be my year’ and proceeds to give steve harrington a bi crisis without even realising and adopt a child (quickly followed by many more children) within a week

Ahahahahh yes i can definitely see that

Just two divorced parents exchanging their kid on the weekend

who’s the swim pro now?

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. will lovers lake rekindle yours and steve’s past friendship?

warnings. foul language, uh, STRANGER THINGS S4 SPOILERS OMG I FORGOT SORRY

ricky rocks. stranger things rebirth ☝️

five people in one canoe—this was not a smart idea. you realized this now as you were practically tipping into the waters of lovers lake, watching dustin, lucas, and max grow smaller and smaller from the shore line as eddie and robin paddle you all further and further into the blue.

how you ended up in this position—you weren’t exactly sure but it all started with chasing down a news story for the hawkins high school paper, something you honestly should have stayed out of.

you sat in the middle of the boat, watching the waves slowly splash against the side, implementing cold weather to consume you. this wasn’t the way you imagined to spend your spring break, but you also never imagined to come in contact with steve harrington ever again.

“woah, woah, slow down guys,” nancy reached out causing both eddie and robin to stop paddling the boat, all of you now looking to her where she held the compass and it’s now derange state; shaking in the palm of her hand.

you watched the needle spin so fast it looked as if it would break off, making you narrow your brows. you watched until you looked to meet nancy’s eyes; she was smiling.

“what’s going on guys, why’d you stop?” your ears perked up to the sound of dustin’s voice through the forgotten walkie that sat in the back.

robin quickly grabbed it, “uh, dustin your compass has gone wonky to wonky with a capitol ‘ahh’.”

you all looked back to it before watching steve begin to unlace his shoes.

“wait, steve, what’re you doing?”

“somebody’s gotta go down there and check this out,” he explained. “unless one of you four can top being a hawkins high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then… it’s gotta be me. no complaints, all right?”

you watched him, your expression still tight with practically confused thoughts. steve now stood, beginning to take off his shirt.

“co-captain of the swim team, my ass. sit down harrington, and watch a pro go to work.”

he stared down to you hesitantly, eyeing you up and down, taken aback at this sudden proposition. he almost didn’t believe the challenging stare you had, but he shrugged, deciding why not and knowing you wouldn’t take no for an answer, “okay, y/l/n, show us what you got.”

you took his place in stance, now unzipping your jacket to reveal a plain tank top that barely laid over your stomach before running your thumbs around the waistband of your jeans.

“woah, don’t tell me you’re just gonna-”

“relax,” you gave eddie a pointed look before pulling down your pants, revealing the pair of boxers you wore for shorts. “ever heard of layering?”

he seemed to shy away at this after a clear exhale of relief came from the group, glad to know you weren’t about to reveal your bare ass.

“see you on the other side,” you looked between all four of them before tipping your head and turning, diving precisely into the cold waters of lovers lake.

it knocked the breath out of you almost immediately and you began to regret wanting to show up steve with volunteering yourself. it had been quite a long time since you had put your swimming skills to test due to quitting the swim team after freshman year.

but it was now or never to freshen up.

you kicked, praying your lungs wouldn’t collapse once you began to see the bottom of the lake floor and came to realization you’d now have to search with the factor that you couldn’t see a foot in front of you… and without a flash light.

stupid.

you mentally punched yourself but continued surfing the sandy floor, your skin now beginning to become accustomed to the cold water with each kick.

and it wasn’t long until you saw it.

it was almost beautiful if you weren’t scared. the glowing mash of colors of red and yellow and orange erupted into the dark blue, lighting up your vision.

you felt consumed.

**

“can’t believe you let her show you up like that,” eddie pulled a cigarette from his pocket, beginning to light it. “not typical of you steve harrington.”

“gross,” robin pulled it from his grasp before tossing it into the water. “bad habit, better stop now.”

he sighed, not even trying to stop it.

“yeah, well, it’s y/n.”

“you’ve known her?” nancy quirked a brow, the sound of his sentence sounding like your nature was nothing new to him and he was very familiar with it. she found this strange, she thought you and steve had only met that day, but it begun to make sense why the atmosphere always seemed so tense and awkward between you two.

“yeah, for awhile,” steve shrugged, like there was nothing to it, like there wasn’t as much history as there actually was. “used to be neighbors before she moved. she was my best friend for the longest time, always came over.”

the sound of waves slapping against the boat was the only thing that filled the air now.

steve thought about how close the two of you were. you were both inseparable and could never take a moment apart. you were the reason he learned poker and knew how to play it so well.

you taught him a lot of things—something he was slightly shameful about. every time he looked back on those memories, he couldn’t help but feel guilty for never reviving the relationship.

and then he thought about the day you moved out due to your parents divorce and how you both thought nothing of it, that it wouldn’t effect your relationship at all, until it did.

you hadn’t seen steve for a long time after that and when you finally did—not a word was said between the two of you and he barely even waved ‘hi’.

it didn’t get any better after that.

“hey uh, it’s been awhile, should we-“

you surfaced through the water fast, practically knocking eddie into the water with you due to him already being leaned over the side. you were gasping for air, your chest heaving up and down as you grabbed onto the side of the boat, looking for some version of stability.

“jesus, since when can you hold your breath that long.”

“you’re not the only life guard here, steve-o,” he chokes out a breathy laugh, almost in relief, his hand grabbing onto your forearm to keep ahold of you.

“what’d you see?”

“are you alright?”

“yeah, i’m fine, pull me up,” you attempted to haul yourself up as they all pulled you onto the boat. “it’s there and it’s a portal right through.”

“did you go through?”

“no,” you shook your head, “but-“

you’re suddenly pulled into the water, your body once again consumed by the cold water and you’re blind. you can’t see and you can barely catch your breath as a strong force pulls you back to the bottom, and finally right through the gate.

and you don’t remember any of it, not one bit, you don’t think you were even conscious; until steve’s hands are clasping your face and lightly shaking you back to consciousness. he’s cold and he’s wet, but in your splitting vision, you can see him slightly smile in relief that you were alive.

“thank god,” he sighed, leaning back a little before leaning back down, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. “y/n, you scared the shit out of me,” he pulls back away, shaking his head, almost as if saying you were unbelievable. “no more trying to prove your pro-swimming skills.”

you laughed, painfully, suddenly becoming aware of the aching sensation that resonated from your throat, “god, harrington,” you begun to sit up, your hand clasping the cut that was etched into your skin. “when are you going to just accept that i’m better a swimmer than you.”

he laughs tentatively, now helping you to your feet, “maybe when this monster-alien bull crap is over,” his hand is wrapped around your waist, steadying you on your feet, while his other one held your hand, “god, i thought i lost you.”

“i’m fine, steve,” you looked at him with sympathy, your head slightly leaning closer to him. “i’m good, i’m alive.”

“yeah, i’d find that a lot more reassuring if your throat didn’t look like it was slit.”

“what even happened?”

“story for another time,” robin clapped the both of your shoulders suddenly, “and if we want to live long enough to tell it, we gotta get going. kiss later.”

the two of you now looked to each other, both burning up in slight embarrassment and now becoming very aware of how close the two of you were.

you awkwardly cough, slightly shifting back and slowly following robin with a backward step, “guess this calls for a rain check, what do you say harrington?”

“i say you’re fucking crazy.”

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perfect match.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. steve has a little crush.

warnings. gif not mine, foul language maybe

ricky rocks. send me an inbox message 🫶🫶

steve always felt like he was trapped in his own body after his world got flipped upside down when unexplainable things invaded hawkins as well as his own life and getting into college was no longer his biggest problem.

—and of course, when nancy broke up with him. and what was once home, was now just a shell that carried him around from one place to another.

everything he found fun before didn’t strike him with the same excitement. he suddenly became hyper aware of everything and where his life seemed to be heading toward; which wasn’t bad, just something nobody really wants—a cookie cutter life that resembled exactly his parents.

until he met you.

you were a lot different compared to a lot of girls he had met and put himself into social situations with. you were smart, sarcastic, witty, and actually had things going for you; hobbies, a job, things that mattered in the long run.

you were exactly what steve needed—according to dustin. and he wasn’t wrong; steve just wished he had realized that a lot sooner.

“harrington, i didn’t realize you still came to parties,” the first time he really saw you was when you were leaned on your forearms as you came to fill your red solo cup with the red punch placed on the island as an offering to all. steve stood on the other side, staring off into space while thinking he should have never came until your slight sweet smile came into sight.

“yeah, me too,” he sighed, sounding sorrowful as he took a drink from his own solo cup, trying to pay attention to who was speaking to him—he almost thought it was his own conscious reminding him there were better things to be doing.

“you’re too cool for all this now?”

“something like that.”

you hummed, finishing up the pouring of the punch. you had honestly hoped to get more out of him, but his mouth was practically a steel trap and he didn’t seem exactly present, so you walked off with a nod.

it took him awhile to recognize you, and your name didn’t hit him until it was too late and you had already crossed the room.

**

a month later steve was parked outside of dustin’s house, tapping his fingers lightly against his car, humming to the song on the radio patiently waiting for dustin to come outside when you were walking to get your mail and your eyes caught onto the familiar burgundy BMW parked across the street. you slightly grinned from where you stood.

maybe you could get him this time.

“hey, stranger,” you slightly tipped your head as you bent down to see him properly through his rolled down window, smiling once he turned his head, almost shocked to see your face. “didn’t know you hung around here.”

“oh-i don’t-i-i’m just picking up a friend.”

oh he was already starting off so rough.

“right,” you leaned back to your normal posture, looking to the henderson house for recognition. “didn’t know you ran with the middle schoolers now.”

he nervously laughed, already knowing this would eventually happen; someone would find out that he was practically best friends with an eighth grader—really his only friend at the moment.

“don’t worry i won’t tell,” you winked just as dustin came stumbling down his front lawn to steve’s passenger seat, already taking note of you.

you were already beginning to walk away with your hands shoved into your jackets pockets and steve suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment almost, “it’s not what it looks like.”

“i’m sure it isn’t,” you called back to him.

“really, there’s more to it.”

“maybe you can tell me all about it sometime.”

steve sighed seeing you were already on your own front lawn—therefore too far to continue to explain himself without seeming like a douche.

“who’s that?”

“huh?” steve almost forgot about dustin as he turned to face him.

“that girl, who is that?”

“oh, just some… girl who’s in my physics class,” he was already having a hard time trying to explain it. he felt caught.

“just some girl?” he quirked a brow, not believing the shallowness of the statement.

“what?”

“dude,” dustin already had that blunt look on his face that steve hated so much—something that made him feel dumb as he stared back, waiting for the explanation to his dumbfounded voice. “that’s not just some girl, that’s like.. some girl you want to take home.”

“what?” okay, now he was really lost.

“what’s her name?”

“i don’t know, y/n?”

“you don’t know?”

“yes, i do know, it’s y/n.”

“good,” dustin shook his head, “because you gotta get on that, man.”

“what, no,” steve’s face screwed up, slightly caught off guard with the suggestion. “no way.”

“what do you mean, steve. did you not see that, she was flirting with you.”

“you’re on something henderson,” steve shook his head. “she was not flirting with me.”

“‘maybe you can tell me about it sometime?’” dustin repeated your words, hoping to lay it out better for him, “dude, steve, if that doesn’t mean ‘let’s have a candle lit dinner’ then i don’t know what does.”

he has to think about it for a minute, his head slightly turning as he leans on his wheel, thinking over the conversation the both of you just had ten seconds ago, “oh, she was definitely flirting.”

“see!”

“there is no way you’re giving me advice on girls right now,” steve shook his head, now moving the car into drive. “there’s no way.”

“hey, someone’s gotta give it to you,” dustin shrugs, “you’re losing your touch, harrington.”

“shut up.”

**

it seemed now everywhere he went you appeared. and you were no longer initiating the encounters, it was more of steve’s eyes wandering and they happened to stumble upon you walking down the hall. he cursed himself for noticing you first and your eyes not being there to meet his.

he didn’t understand the feeling eating at his chest as time passed and he thought about you more and more and with barely knowing you. he really wasn’t even sure if the name he had for you was correct.

“thinking about her?”

“jesus, henderson,” steve slightly flinched as dustin fell into the seat next to him on the couch without warning.

“thinking about who?” robin’s ears perked as she suddenly took interest to the conversation just starting.

the three of them currently sat in steve’s basement for a movie night that had been constantly requested by both dustin and robin until steve finally caved—and was now deeply regretting.

“y/n y/l/n.”

good, he was right.

“really?” robins eyebrows raised in surprised. “not the typical bimbo you go for, this is new for you steve.”

“what do you mean.. y/n’s not a bimbo--i don’t go for bimbos.”

“my point exactly, it’s a little concerning,” robin slightly shrugs, “but i’m sorry my friend, you do in fact usually go for bimbos.”

“i do not-“ steve raises his hands before looking over to dustin for help but the boy only nods, having to agree with robin. “okay, whatever, i don’t even like her.”

dustin rolls his eyes, “who were you just thinking about then, huh?”

steve’s cheeks turn red and he can’t help but roll his eyes, “shove off, henderson.”

he begins to giggle, shoving an accusing finger into steve’s face, “you like someone.”

“yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited,” he slaps dustin’s finger out of his face but it doesn’t stop dustin from continuing to sing in mock.

“that’s a first,” robin huffs, “you sure this isn’t just another kelly situation where you think you’re in love but it’s actually just her butt?”

“who said anything about love, or like for that matter? you guys are just jumping ahead of yourselves.”

dustin continues to sing in the background as he hops foot to foot, making robin give him a pointed look, “match maker here seems to think it’s serious.”

“he’s delusional.”

“well,” robin slightly tips her head, “you have seem really distant recently, steve. and y/n y/l/n, whoo, i’d say she’s definitely an improvement from any past love interests.”

“you’re both delusional.”

**

“we gotta stop meeting like this.”

steve almost jumps, looking up through his car window to see your face. once again, you had caught him in the midst of your neighborhood and outside of dustin’s house.

“jesus,” he looks up to you, a lopsided smile twitching onto his lips, “you a stalker now, y/n?”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, harrington,” you smiled, shaking your head, standing up to your real posture. “i think you’re the one stalking since you are the one parked right across from my house.”

he scoffed, “you live right across-“

“from your eighth grade best friend?” you raised a brow, making him roll his eyes. “a little weird.”

“do you have anything else better to do than to be making fun of me?”

“no, not really,” you pressed your lips together in a thin line, shaking your head.

he sighs, slightly shaking his own in thought, not knowing if he was about to regret what he was going to do next. he thinks, biting his lip before tilting his head, “get in.”

“excuse me?“

“hop in…my car?” he nods his head toward the passenger seat once more and it takes a minute for you, with your own thoughts, to decide whether or not this was a good idea. you think not, but you still round the car and get into the seat.

“this how you treat all your girlfriends?”

“maybe.”

“funny,” you shook your head, slightly smiling.

“what?”

“just never thought i’d be sitting in steve harrington’s car outside of little dusty henderson’s house.”

“now, why not?”

“oh, you’re too cool for me,” you say sarcastically, looking over to him.

“really, me?” he quirks a brow, smiling, but you could see confusion tainting his expression—he didn’t know if you were serious or not, or even what to make of your statement.

“really, you,” you nodded, “everyone worshipped you, steve… but then you just like disappeared, and even then people still worship you.” you frowned, not understanding the reverence of high school.

you liked steve, you didn’t mind him and had no problem with him, but the obsession some people had with him, you didn’t understand and you almost found quite annoying.

his disappearance and lack of attendance at parties and functions that “popular” kids attended to was something strange and unlike him. he was missed; you didn’t really care, but a lot of people did.

“yeah… right,” he sighed, looking down to his lap for a moment, thinking of all that had happened in the past year before looking back up to you. it seemed his mood was suddenly struck down at your sentence, but you didn’t understand why.

“why?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged, “there just seemed no point in them anymore.”

“right.”

“what, you don’t believe me?”

“not really.”

“wow,” he says, “and i suppose you find them so much fun, don’t you?”

“well, yeah.”

he narrowed his brows, “girl like you? there’s no way you do.”

“what do you mean by that?” you scowled at him, taking offense.

“i don’t mean it in a bad way,” he’s quick to defend, throwing up his arms, “all i’m saying is that… you seem better than that, y’know? i’ve noticed you before, and you’re not like… a lot of those girls.”

“thanks?” you don’t know if you should take it as a compliment, but you love the way he seems flustered, trying to explain, almost embarrassed.

“yeah,” his voice is low, barely above a whisper, almost not wanting to unsettle the awkward silence. he know turns to look at you, “you don’t-“

he’s interrupted once you lean forward, pressing your lips against his.

he’s surprised, almost not processing what was happening until it hit him like a rock all at once and he finally kissed you back. you couldn’t believe yourself. never had you ever been this bold, but it was now or never, and you had been waiting to do this for awhile.

his hand clasped the side of your face, his other placing on your waist, pulling you further and closer to him till some part of you that isn’t your lips, was touching him.

he smelled of soap and laundry detergent and whatever product was in his hair. he smelled good and you didn’t want to pull away, especially since he was a good kisser, a real good one.

the rumors weren’t wrong.

he moved slow, like he wasn’t worried about time, and his lips were perfectly in sync to yours. but steve was almost overwhelmed, worried that he’d mess up even as this was one of the things he was good at.

you now pulled away, breathing shallowly but smiling as you look to him with a sparkle in your eye. he smiled back, but was finding it hard to keep consistent eye contact.

“are you blushing?” you smiled, slowly pulling away from his body. “is the steve harrington blushing?”

“shut up,” he smiled, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek as he glanced to his lap. “you’re not looking so hot either.”

“shut up, harrington,” you rolled your eyes, lightly shoving him. “i’m getting out of the car now.”

“wait, why?” he’s eager now, watching you shift in your seat.

“because i’m pretty sure your boyfriend just got a show,” you jerk your thumb to dustin who’s standing on his porch with a wide smile. you look back to steve who curses under his breath. “don’t worry,” you get out of the car now, “we’ll see each other again… maybe.”

“oh, c’mon now,” he calls out to you as you round his car, making your way back to your own home, “don’t be like that… call me!”

“so,” dustin is suddenly in his front seat, grinning from ear to ear, “are you two a perfect match, or are you two a perfect match?”

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key to my heart.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader

about. reader is tired of steve always being on her doorstep, ringing the doorbell in the late hours of the night.

warnings. foul language, gif not mine

ricky rocks. if you have to complain about something, just scroll 😒 don’t waste energy ruining someone else’s mood

“do i have to give you a key or something?”

steve laughs lowly and almost dryly, staring back at you and immediately his hand goes to clasp the back of his neck nervously like a tick.

“yeah that probably would be… easier.. i guess,” his voice dies out in the back of his throat as he replies; he was really nervous.

“stop showing up after 10 pm, harrington,” you shift backwards on the heals of your feet, “some people have things to do in the morning.”

you slam the door shut.

it had been a month after steve had first met you and from then on, it had been short meetings just like this one; him on your front door step in the late hours of the night, in query of your brother.

this was unusual; before, steve used to always wait in his car for dustin, but now he found the short walk to your door enjoyable and almost exhilarating in hopes to see you.

even if seeing you meant being publicly embarrassed or knocking off a few years of his life by how loud you yelled and how much stress he underwent when seeing your face.

“hey, sorry about that,” dustin appeared, shutting the door quietly behind him with a look of distraught on his face. “she gets really moody when she hasn’t had her sleep.”

“no, it’s all good,” steve waves the excuse off as they now begin to walk down to his car. “i find every encounter with your sister… very delightful.”

“somehow, i don’t believe you’re joking,” dustin looks up at steve in skepticism, almost stopping to fully analyze him.

“oh, c’mon man,” he huffs, “you know i’m not serious.”

but there’s a pause in steve’s voice that makes dustin think otherwise, “you know… i don’t think she likes you.”

“really?” steve sounded surprised… genuinely surprised.

“yeah, man,” dustin nodded slowly, slightly confused on how he hadn’t realized this, “i’m pretty sure you stress her out, because lately, she’s a bit more bitchy. you ruin her schedule.”

“i do?”

“yes, she has to take thirty minutes out of her usual routine just for you. she anticipates your visits, you throw her off.”

“she makes time for me?”

the awe in steve’s voice makes dustin slightly cringe, now looking over to him with narrowed vision, “that’s not what i mean…”

**

“alright, i’ll be right back. you can just go and chill in the car.”

dustin waved steve off as he stepped foot into his house, ditching steve on the front porch for a pack of batteries—or whatever the nerd needed, making him frown.

it was currently noon; steve was helping dustin with another one of his dead end projects to keep them busy for the week.

“yeah, tell me when i can chill in my own car,” steve rolled his eyes, turning toward his car in slight annoyance.

“harrington,” the sound of your voice made him pause, turning right around on the heal of his foot to see you marching toward him.

oh boy.

he anticipated what you would do the closer you got, almost wincing, until;

“open your hand.”

“huh?”

you grabbed his arm, jerking his hand into your own, “here,” you slapped a small object into the palm of his hand, “don’t abuse this. i don’t want to see you just randomly lounging around here or by the pool with my mom… this isn’t an invitation for.. whatever, got it?”

you gave him a pointed look the whole time, closing his hand around the small cold item. steve felt like a puddle of melted ice cream for some reason, completely compliant to your words and small hold on his hand—helpless.

“you got it, steve?”

his chest puffed as he inhaled sharply, suddenly drawn away from the fixation of your face and touch, and back to the reality of your stern words, “yes, don’t worry, y/n. no mother—sitting—lounging—just…”

his words draw out before he fully stops himself, catching onto the strange look you gave him and the loosening of your hand around his.

“yeah… okay,” you turned on your heal slowly before disappearing back into your home.

he exhaled, relieved before looking down to his still clenched hand. steve couldn’t help smile to himself as he slowly opened his palm to reveal the metal key to your residents—oh shit.

“you lucky bastard,” dustin shook his head, appearing around the corner, “i don’t even have a key, lost mine so many times, she stopped replacing it. now i gotta use the porch key.”

that made steve grin harder, “henderson, your sister has the key to my goddamn heart.”

“dear lord, steve, let’s not get corny this early in the afternoon.”

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idk if anyone has already said this but i was rewatching stranger things s2 and I think the new leak of “Steve, run” is a parallel to S2 EP6 The Spy. During the scene with Steve, Lucas, Dustin and Max where Steve is trying to fight off the demodogs I think it is Dustin that shouts “Steve run,” hence the parallel to the s5 leak.

top kurt and bottom steve >> my new kink

me after re-reading it for the fifth time:

Just two divorced parents exchanging their kid on the weekend

Just two divorced parents exchanging their kid on the weekend