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I don't know about you, but I honestly never liked the pairing of Nancy and Steve. In this fourth season I was really offended to see how they made the two of them have "chemistry" after everything that happened in the past, and it made me wonder what they will do with Steve's love life. I mean, I know many prefer him to stay alone (right now all I want is for them not to kill him off for season 5 lol), but I would like them to use the last episode to give him a love future.

Let me explain: Steve has shown that he is capable of loving unconditionally, he had an incredible breakthrough as a character and, honestly, I think he deserves someone to give him back all that love that was never returned until he had Robin and Dustin (with whom he is closer). I don't even think they should go too deep into this, because obviously there are more important things, but I would like to see a little scene in the series finale where he meets someone, especially if it was a girl who had that same attitude he had in the first season, and that, Steve having gone through that situation, understands why she does those things and wants to help her from his heart. I feel it would be an excellent way to give him another chance in love without taking away from the development of the series.

Also, I feel like it would be amazing to see Steve help someone out of that hole he was in, because it wouldn't be a fake "I know how you feel" but an honest hug or even sitting next to her to listen to whatever she has to say.

NSFW Alphabet | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

As promised, here is Steve's NSFW Alphabet. I don't usually write this kind of stuff, but I put some effort into it ❤.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Steve would be deeply concerned, especially the first night. He would be nervous, asking immediately after catching his breath how you were doing and if he hurt you. He would carefully clean you up and cover you with a blanket so you wouldn't get cold, then wrap his arms around you and give you a gentle kiss on the cheek accompanied by "I love you, honey".

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think it's more than obvious that his favorite part is his hair. He likes to keep it impeccable, except during the nights when it gets.... out of control more than usual. He loves it when you mess up and pull hard on his hair, even if it hurts a little.

His favorite part of you is your eyes. Steve loves to love and loves even more to be loved, that's why, every time he sees your eyes darkened with desire and love, he can't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart that lets him know you're the one.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Steve always tries to take you to the top first. He doesn't do it as a matter of pride, he just wants to make you feel special, to make every second that passes so pleasurable that you are unable to hold on and explode in a sense of ecstasy that is almost blinding.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Your first time was in Steve's car. You had both been dating for months, and had been having such sexual tension for over two weeks that you were both too desperate to be able to hold out until Steve's house. It was late at night and you were late for a meeting with Robin and Eddie, but neither of you really cared, not when Steve was too busy sticking his hand up your skirt.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As everyone here knows, Steve is a very experienced man. You were definitely not his first girl, but I assure you that every second with him felt like it was. Every kiss, touch and caress felt like the first, and when was the first time Steve had really been with a woman for love? For both of you it felt like the first time, and Steve won't be ashamed to say that it was because you were both yours first real love.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position would be the miner. He likes to look into your eyes at all times; to see your expressions, the mess of your hair spread out on his pillows, your fists clenched on either side of your head, your mouth ajar, moaning so sensually that his head goes crazy. Yes, it's definitely her favorite.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

The first few times he tried to be seductive, serious, but after so much time together and feeling completely confident, he is not afraid to make jokes with a double meaning. No doubt he will love to joke with you and be able to kiss your smile every time he makes you smile. Deep inside he knows that the jokes are just for that, so he can see your beautiful lazy smile.

H = Hour (What time do they prefer to have sex?)

Without a doubt, I think his favorite time would be just as the sun begins to set. The orangey yellow tones would give his such a romantic and sensual touch that would set the perfect mood for a seductive night with the person he has loved the most, you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It would depend a lot on his mood. He'd definitely be romantic most of the time; he'd kiss all over you, smile against your skin and move just the way you like it, without getting rough. But -and yes, there is a but- I also think that, if you just got out of an argument and decide to have "make-up sex", he would be much rougher, obviously stopping if it bothers you -although that doesn't happen much-, he would be more passionate, squeeze your thighs, bite your collarbone, all to vent his anger and passion, and that you do the same with him, of course.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does he masturbate? Totally, much more often than he would like to admit. Would he tell you it's because of you and your pictures? Not at all. He has some somewhat... compromising pictures of you, they were a special gift you gave him as a joke on one of his birthdays, but he never admitted he liked them so much, nor how much he used them to reach his limit. It would be a secret he would take to his grave, or so he hoped.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Without a doubt the Praise Kink and the Breeding Kink. He loves to praise you, make you feel as special as he can, it's his way of reminding you that you are the most beautiful woman he has ever met, he won't hesitate to tell you that every chance he gets -especially when he's lungeing-. Ever since he started dating you he's made it clear that he's been on the fence about wanting kids, but he never knew that breeding would be his thing until you offered it to him. The thought that you might have a child because of this made him more and more excited, and you loved that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Although he loves to do it in his bed because of the comfort, his favorite place is his car. It's small, so you need to be practically glued to each other, every move is one more close-up. Plus, it's the perfect excuse to make you ride him in the driver's seat, and that definitely gets him off his rocker.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The skirts or shorts. It's kind of like a code between you. He knows that if you wear these things it's because you want to go further, and he won't hesitate for a second to please you, even if you do this to provoke him in the middle of a crowd.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

One thing I don't think he would ever do would be to demean you. Steve is someone who loves with all his heart, someone who has suffered so many losses that the mere thought of you leaving him would hurt. For that very reason I think he would never treat you like a "slut" or "bitch" during sex, on the contrary, I think he would treat you like a fucking Goddess or queen, which is how he sees you and believes you deserve to be treated.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both. He likes to watch you try to take it all in and, realizing you can't, take the rest in your hand, frowning slightly every time you realize it's really too big. But no doubt he also loves to give them; whenever he does he stares at you, he's so attentive and you so on top that you don't notice how he gives you a look as dark as night.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It is usually, as I said before, slow and sensual. He always wants to hit that spot that makes your whole body tremble with pleasure. But there are always nights when, almost unconsciously, he ends up being much rougher and faster, so much so that you even went so far as to break the back of your bed a little on one of those occasions.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like them that much, mainly because he loves to take his time with foreplay, although he would never say no to one. Normally the "quikies" happen just before some meeting or celebration where both should be. No need to clarify that neither could resist seeing how you were dressed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes to experiment as long as you agree. He's not someone who does a lot of research on the subject, he likes to be more spontaneous, so most of the time you're the one who brings the subject to the table. On more than one occasion you have tried softer things like role-play, even sensitive restraint, and Steve can say if nothing else that he wouldn't mind trying new things if they can be this exciting.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can certainly last a long, like, long time, but he rarely reaches his limit. And the thing is, after so long having so many girls, his desire has been a little too high, and although you've never judged that, it's true that he's a little tricky when it comes to having sex, he's too active - and you love that, even if you don't say so-.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Steve doesn't have toys for himself, but for you? Oh, of course he does, and several. You gave him the idea as a joke, but it got his attention so much that he couldn't help but buy a toy or two. After seeing your reaction to them he ended up buying a large collection of them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It only does it when you are in the "rough" nights. He teases you so much that you cry with pleasure without even having him inside you. He only needs a few minutes, your underwear off and his fingers to tease you properly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Steve doesn't moan loudly, the sounds he makes are more like grunts. They are soft and low, so low at first that, if he wasn't grunting against your ear, you'd never hear it. As he gets to the top those grunts get louder and louder, until they become a low, pleasurable moan that sends an electric current through you every time it leaves his lips.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The first time you asked him to practice breeding Kink was so nervous that he stuttered all night long. It was the first and last time you saw him act almost submissive.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Well, besides having a well-crafted body, moles everywhere -which you love to kiss during sex- and slightly tanned, flawless skin, he also has a pretty big member. I'm not kidding when I say that rumors about him spread after the two of you started dating.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As I said before, his sexual desire is high, but he knows how to handle it. He would never do anything you wouldn't want, so most of the time he just waits for you to come on to him or just gives you very direct hints about what he wants. You rarely refuse, but when you do he just sticks to you and cuddles you to sleep.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time he falls asleep after about ten minutes, during which time he cleans up, tidies up a bit and covers you with the sheets. After that he ends up so exhausted that he just lies down and falls asleep.

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The price of love | Steve Harrington.

After seeing Steve and your best friend living together somewhat... closely, that dangerous side of you decides to strike, but what happens when you have your doubts? And more importantly, when that same friend has the same goal as you? To end your life?

Warnings: This series of shots (there are three in total) talk about a sensitive subject (the main characters are killers) and therefore I don't want you to take it as an example, it's just a content I took from the Yandere Alphabet and I liked the way it turned out, but that's all. Eddie has a girlfriend named Alex.

Words: 883.

I took a breath, staring at things in the driver's seat. I was aware of Steve and Alex's friendship, she had been a great support for him and he had been for her, and I was seriously happy that they became close, or so I thought.

I had only been distracted for a few minutes watching a movie with Eddie and, the next thing I knew, Steve was laughing happily with Alex as they were cooking together, even going so far as to hold her wrist and waist to keep her from dropping the pan.

That had brought out all my insecurity, watching them act like it was nothing only made me think of how many times they would have been in that situation to not care. Thousands of horrible scenarios crossed my mind, they were so unpleasant and painful that I had to excuse myself to Eddie and go home without telling Steve. I knew he would worry, but I didn't care, not when I was in the middle of a crisis wondering if he might cheat on me with the one I considered my best friend.

And that led me to this.

I never thought I would stoop so low as to get rid of Alex, but I also never thought he would become a danger to my relationship with Steve, not when I was with Eddie.

I looked at the front door, thinking seriously about whether I would really do this. What if it had all been a misunderstanding? What if Alex really didn't love Steve? Why would I kill so many people to get them away from Eddie if I would be with Steve in the end? It didn't make sense, not at all, but I still carried my stuff in case of emergency.

I knocked on the door three times, not surprised when he opened the door quickly and greeted me with a big smile. I could tell it was fake.

"Y/N! I was waiting for you" she stepped aside to let me in, talking about how Eddie was out selling some stuff and that I might be late.

I didn't really pay attention to what she was saying, neither of us was up for games. I knew she would probably use this moment to do the same thing I did, get rid of the nuisance, but I couldn't let her finish me off. Just thinking about leaving Steve alone breaks my heart.

"Do you mind if I pour myself a drink? I'm so thirsty, I had to walk here, you know how Steve is with his car after he washes it" that was a lie, but she didn't have to know that. Steve repeated it every time he killed someone, he knew he washed the car to remove the evidence, that's why he never let me help him.

"Go ahead, my house is your house, feel free to take out whatever you want" she took a key from the counter, still with the fake smile adorning her face. "I'll go look for something in the basement, I'll be right back".

I nodded, knowing I had little time to accomplish what I wanted. I took a glass from the cupboard and poured some water in it. I touched the acid powder I had in my pocket as I rethought what I was going to do. Alex was my best friend, I loved her; but I also loved Steve, much more than anyone else in the world.

I felt the door open again. It all happened so fast; my throat went dry and I clenched the glass tightly, watching Alex appear behind me through the kitchen window. He had a machete in his hand. I took advantage of her stalking to turn and throw the glass of water in her face, distracting her long enough for her to flee out the door.

I couldn't do it, the guilt was too much. As I ran I couldn't help but let out a few tears, why did I have to doubt Alex? Worse yet, why would I doubt Steve, the only person who has truly shown me that he loves me? I was on the verge of murdering someone so important to me.

I could hear the leaves of the trees rustling under Alex's heavy footsteps, each time they sounded closer and closer, each time my thoughts kept repeating to me to let myself be caught to end it all, but my body didn't obey.

I was so engrossed in running away from my possible death that I didn't notice when I bumped into someone, even worse, when I bumped into Steve. He turned to look at me with a frown on his face, but changed his expression when he realized it was me.

"Y/N, honey, what are you doing here, are you crying?" His voice sounded so worried about me that I couldn't help but sob. How could I doubt him? Who was it?

His gaze darkened in a matter of seconds. He was upset. He didn't need to answer, because just then Alex appeared, breathing heavily and gripping the machete tightly.

"Alex?" Eddie mumbled, glancing back and forth between the machete, me and Alex. He seemed to be lost in his own world, taking in what was happening. "What...?"

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Study night | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader.

A/N: I'm sorry for not making progress on Titanic's AU and Psycho's AU, the second one is already finished, but I don't feel like posting it yet 🫠. In the meantime I bring this, which is smoother.

You're preparing for a math test, and your boyfriend can't help but want to help you, of course, but not before setting a couple of rules to make studying more "fun".

Warnings: Implication of smut, Fluff, and nothing else, as I said, it's very light.

Words: 494

I stared at Steve, my eyebrows drawing together between my brows in confusion.

"Are you sure? I could have sworn that was the right answer," I muttered, bringing my hand to the top buttons of my shirt.

"I'm sure," he nodded slightly, shifting his gaze from my hands to my face, "but don't worry, we can go back and study as many times as you want".

A soft smile formed on his face, his cheeks tinged a faint shade of pink. I nodded quickly, hoping I could learn the answers well and have a good grade for my exam tomorrow.

"Steve, you're so cute," I finished unbuttoning my shirt, setting it aside next to my pants and socks. "I don't know what I would do without you".

He shook his head, his smile quivering for an instant. I watched as he set the card aside and read the next question.

"How much is the square root of one divided in two?" He glanced sideways at me, his fingers fiddling with the tip of the card.

"Zero point five or one half," I waited patiently for him to give the final verdict, keeping an eye on his movements.

"Right, honey," he smiled big again, stretching his arms out toward me. "Come here".

I walked on my knees, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I was in my underwear, Steve wasn't; I was supposed to kiss him, but there was almost no fabric to rest my hands on.

"Steve," I circled his waist with my arms, watching him inch closer, "you don't need to do that if you don't feel comfortable".

He let out a laugh, slipping his arm around my back and holding my cheek with his other hand.

"You're so cute," he left a brief kiss on my nose, smiling hugely, "so much so that I feel guilty".

Before I could ask, he pressed our lips together, kissing me slowly. His thumb traced invisible circles on my cheek, while his other hand moved up my arm, tickling me.

"Steve, wait," I laughed, trying to keep his hand away so I wouldn't start a laughing fit.

He took that moment to deepen the kiss. The hand that had come up to my arm took my wrist gently, starting to lean closer and closer to me.

Almost instantly I felt the cool sheets bump against my back, Steve's hands holding mine on either side of my head.

"Steve," I murmured, tilting my head to the side so I could kiss him more easily, "we have to study".

"Mhm," repeated short kisses began to spread across my lips, combined with light giggles from either of us. "The best way to study is to put it into practice, honey".

"I have to study math, not biology," I laughed, watching as he pulled away long enough to see my face.

"Everything in this life has math," a mischievous grin formed on his face, "Do you want me to prove it to you?".

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hey lovely! i just recently discovered your blog and O M G i CANT get enough!!! your writing is absolutely amazing!

i had a steve x reader request of you were taking them?

what if Y/N was the one being cursed by Vecna?

If this were our last night | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

A/N: Thank you so much, your words mean a lot to me 🥺 I'm glad you like what I do as much as I like to do it 💕. I hope you like it 🥰.

It's 1986 at Hawkins, the first year they thought everything to do with upside down was over. At least it was until the Chrissy Cunningham incident. The investigation at the hands of the teens soon began, bringing to light Hawkins' darkest secrets and, in the process, Y/N's troubled past.

Words: 638.

How long had it been since they had first gotten into all this upside down and shit? You were aware it was somewhere between three or four years, but you could have sworn it had been decades.

In '83 Will had happened, in '84 the demodogs came to Hawkins and Will had gone into some kind of weird trance that you didn't want to see in person, in '85 a giant spider formed out of human flesh and Billy died, but that was supposed to be the end, wasn't it?

Well, apparently it wasn't.

Now it was 1986, and fucking Dustin Henderson walked into your boyfriend's work screaming that it was very likely that shit had come back. Now it was 1986, and all indications were that you were directly related to all that shit.

How fucked up life could be when it put its mind to it.

"Honey?" Steve grabbed your shoulder gently, his brow furrowing slightly "is everything okay?"

You nodded, your gaze fixed on the school counselor's folders, more specifically on the patients' symptoms, on Chrissy's symptoms.

"Yes" you nodded again, fear beginning to cause your chest to tighten until you couldn't breathe "I am, I'm just a little...surprised."

Steve grimaced. He wasn't convinced, you knew that, but you didn't want to tell him the truth either, you didn't want to worry him any more than you had to, not when it could be a simple coincidence.

Just then a bell rang in your head. A shiver ran down your spine, the fear growing more and more. You closed your eyes for a second, just for a second, but the moment you opened them the whole atmosphere had changed.

Something vine-like was hanging everywhere, stuck on the walls and on the floor. Tiny particles of what you expected to be dust were floating all over the place and it was so dark you could barely see where you were stepping.

The second bell rang again as you left the room. You walked slowly down the hallway, stopping only when you had that clock in front of you.

It was attached to the wall, covered by those strange, disgusting vines. The glass was slightly shattered, but the hands and pendulum still worked.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

The third chime sounded, but this time, when you opened your eyes, it was no longer in front of you. The wall was empty, and large hands rested on your shoulders, shaking you slightly.

"Hey, pretty, what's wrong, why weren't you answering?" Steve's concern echoed in every word.

"I..." a sneaky little tear slipped down your cheek, remembering everything that had happened the last few days.

The headaches, the nosebleeds, the nightmares about the crash, the watch, your father.

"'You' what?" Dustin insisted, staring at you.

"I think he's coming for me" you whispered, your voice trembling, covering yourself with your arms, trying to lighten the burden you were beginning to feel.

"What?" you looked at Steve. He looked almost as scared as you did. His eyes were narrowed slightly, his eyebrows were drawn together between his brows and his jaw was clenched so tight you could hear his teeth grinding.

Suddenly, without your expecting it, Steve took your hand and started walking briskly to the exit of Hawkins High School, the kids following as fast as they could.

"Steve? What are you doing?" you muttered, shaking your head slightly.

"We can't just stand here and wait for whatever this thing is to come after you" he growled under his breath "I don't plan on letting it take you, not you" his face softened a little, letting you see the fear in his eyes, "I'll do whatever is in my power not to lose you, even if it means having to come face to face with the whole damn upside down."

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The Price Of Love II | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

A/N: This shot is narrated from Eddie's point of view, there's a reason for this, but I don't feel it's that relevant to the plot, so I won't give it (yes, I'm lazy to do it, sorry 🫠). Besides that, there is an extra character named Alex, who would be Eddie's girlfriend.

Warnings: This is fiction, I doubt anyone will take it to heart, but I still want to make it clear that nothing that happens here should be taken as an example to follow.

Words: 744

"Hey, guys," I raised my hand, approaching Steve and Peter. "Sorry I'm late, I stopped by to get gas for my truck," I set my box of product on a small wooden table, wondering if Steve would actually agree to give this 'drug' a try. Since he started dating Y/N he has abstained from any kind of addiction, which makes my job more difficult.

"Don't worry," said Steve with a gentle smile, "we just got here a little while ago anyway".

I nodded, looking at both of them carefully. They had muscular bodies, but not in an exaggerated way, which meant they both worked out. Taking them both down would be tricky, especially Steve, I would have to start with Peter and make an excuse so he wouldn't suspect me of being dangerous.

"By the way, I brought a new product" I opened the box carefully, leaving a small bag with a light blue powder "What do you think if you try it? It will be free, as long as you keep it a secret".

I laughed, discreetly looking at Steve. Maybe if I could distract him for a few minutes I could knock him out and force him to get high, it would be too extreme for my taste, but I didn't have much choice.

"I don't want Y/N to think I'm a drug addict," he shrugged, sitting down on the camping table and resting his backpack on it.

"God, what's wrong with you? It's like she has control over you," Peter walked over to me, throwing a wad of bills at my chest. "She's just a girl, man, why do you care so much?"

I closed my eyes, repeating a useless mantra to keep from going out of my mind. Peter was a jerk, we all knew that, but just breathing his air made me angry.

It was only a few days ago that we met him for the first time. He was glued to the girls the whole time, even touching them inappropriately, Steve was furious, and obviously I was too. That same night I scheduled a meeting so I could finish him off, I knew deep down he deserved it.

"She's not just a girl," Steve growled, clenching his fists, "she's my girl," he said, emphasizing the my, "and I'll do anything to make sure she's happy and safe. Anything".

I looked at both of them, feeling a sudden tension in the air. Peter, who was now holding the baggie with the drug, was standing still, looking a little fearfully at Steve; on the other hand, Steve was firmly gripping his backpack, even his knuckles were white knuckled.

For a moment I thought the inevitable would happen, Steve would beat him up, I would enjoy it, and I could take advantage of his distraction to knock him out, it seemed like a good idea. Unfortunately, the world didn't seem to be on my side that day.

We were all so tense that we didn't realize that someone else had arrived. The three of us turned to look at whoever had pushed Steve, and as if she had been summoned, behind him, shaken and teary-faced, was Y/N.

"Honey, what are you doing here? Are you crying?" Yes, it was a stupid question, but I guess Steve never thinks straight when he's with Y/N. "Who was it?"

Just as I was about to answer, the person I least expected to see showed up. She looked just as beautiful as ever, there was just one detail, she was carrying a damn machete in her hand.

Despite having repeated a couple of years, I'm not as stupid as I look. Connecting dots at this point was child's play. Y/N was running away while crying in the middle of the woods right near our house, while being chased by Alex, who was carrying a machete in his hand, isn't it obvious what was going on?

Still I refused to see the truth, it was impossible for Alex to hurt Y/N, wasn't it? After all she is Alex, my girlfriend, the girl who took care of her brother alone because her mother passed away, who wakes up early just to spoil me, that girl would never hurt anyone, much less her best friend.

"Alex?" Even though I wanted to deny that possibility, I dared to ask, knowing what the answer would be, and knowing that I would love her even if she was like me. "What...?"

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Perfume | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Summary: While you and Steve are in the middle of a make-out session, he can't help but ask about your new perfume.

Warnings: Fluff, a little [but very little] smut.

Words: 348

You closed your eyes, sighing softly as you felt Steve's fluffy lips kiss your neck slowly. His large hands caressed your lower stomach, pulling you closer to him.

"You smell so good" he murmured next to your ear, causing a shiver to run down your back, "What perfume are you wearing?"

"A vanilla one" Your hands rested on his, trembling slightly. A few days ago you had gone to buy a new perfume at Starcourt, Alex, your best friend, insisted you buy that one, saying it was made for you.

"It's new, isn't it?" He held your face carefully, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were covered in an opaque cloud of desire, his pupils so dilated it almost looked like he had no irises. And all of that was provoked by you alone with a couple of kisses and light touches on his member.

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd notice."

You lied, of course you knew, we weren't talking about just anyone, he was Steve Harrington, the kind of boyfriend who noticed when you got a haircut, no matter how insignificant it was, the kind of boyfriend who recorded in his memory every single one of your quirks so he could identify the things that bothered you or made you uncomfortable; and you definitely loved that.

"I like it, it fits you well" his lips touched your neck again, the tip of his tongue licking that exact spot where your pulses felt strongest.

"Really? So you liked it?" you turned to look at him with your eyes shining with illusion. You liked that Steve loved little parts of you, it made you feel special, unique, loved.

"Liking is an understatement" a loving smile made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks turn bright red, why did he have to be so cute? "Although I have to say that whatever you wear will look stupidly amazing, after all, you're the one who brings them to life and makes them yours" he said with a smile, melting your heart.

You would never stop loving this man.

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Handcuffs | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

a/n: As I said earlier in a post, I've been doing a daily writing challenge [I'm only going on day one, unfortunately, I started it late] and this came out of that. I hope you guys like it 💕

Warnings: A little smutty, Fluff [According to me it is lol].

Words: 205

"Are you sure you want to try?" Steve said, brushing his lips against yours, his warm, large hands gently moved up your entire arm until they brushed against your wrists, a caress so gentle that it created an electric charge wherever it touched.

"If it's about you it will always be a yes, Steve" you smiled sweetly, causing the hardness of his crotch to become more noticeable.

For some reason that Steve couldn't quite figure out, any cute, adorable little thing you did made him sway. Sometimes you didn't even need to do anything, just looking at him or touching him left him wanting more, almost as if he were an inexperienced teenager.

"God, someday you're going to kill me" he murmured, unlocking the handcuffs and circling one of the sticks on the back of the bed, "tell me if it hurts, I'll stop right away."

You nodded, feeling a knot in your stomach as the cuffs closed around your wrists. The coldness of the metal made the excitement grow by the second. Steve's expert fingers unbuttoned the buttons of your shirt quickly, your chest rising up and down from how agitated you were.

This was definitely, you thought, going to be a great night.

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Reblogging my first fics <3

Back to you | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Ok, so, this is the first one-shot I upload to tumblr. I'm a bit nervous, mainly because English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance in case something doesn't make sense 🥲.

Four years have passed since the incident with Vecna and the upside down. Many of the group of friends have gone their own way and made their own lives. A series of 'suspicious' events bring everyone back together for the good of Hawkins and the world, and it's Steve's job to go looking for Y/N.

Warnings: a bit of angst, mentions of past relationship with Steve and Y/N, interested parents, and I think that's about it, Reader as a mother.

Number of characters: 6,620

1990, Windsor, Vermont.

Steve sighed, nervously. It was the first time in 4 years he had seen Y/N since the '86 incident. He had traveled over 15 hours to get here, he could no longer regret it.

The house was much bigger than he thought it would be. It was bright red, and the windows were a cottony white color. It looked like a farmhouse, but much more elegant. He was surprised to find such an ostentatious house in such a small town as Woodstock was.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, he knocked on the door.

He knew people were home, the TV was on full blast and he could hear Patrick Swayze's voice coming from it. Surely it was 'Dirty Dancing', he had a feeling it would be the kind of movie Y/N would watch on a regular weekend.

He heard an "I'm coming" that made his heart race. The footsteps came. She was coming down the stairs to open it for him. As the lock began to jingle, Steve began to hesitate about coming. He thought about running and making her think it was just a prank by some naughty local kid, but he had to talk to her, he needed her help.

"Sorry I'm late, I was making the bed" She still wouldn't turn around. Turning down the volume on her TV seemed more important than seeing who her new visitor was.

"Don't worry, you didn't keep me waiting long anyway" Steve's nerves increased as Y/N turned to see him.

Her hair was now just as long as when he first met her, but now it was dyed blonde, similar to what she wore on Halloween '84 for her Sandy Olsson costume. She was thinner, but he could swear she had curves, after all he knew her body very well. He could notice a bit of makeup on her trail, to the naked eye it looked like those colors were part of her skin.

Steve only cursed himself internally when he noticed that neither of them was able to say a word. Nor was he able to look her in the eye. He was afraid that she would notice the characteristic glow that appeared when he saw her and all his feelings would come out.

"Steve" His name came out almost as a gasp of surprise. Y/N would never have thought he would come all the way to her house, not in a million years.

"I'm sorry I came unannounced" he began to shuffle his feet impatiently. "Do you think I could come in?"

She seemed to react, opening the door so Steve could enter. All that time she never took her eyes off him. She admired him with the same fascination as she had six years ago, when they were not yet a couple.

"Can I get you something to drink? It's a long way from Indiana to here" she wiped her hands on her apron, taking it off in embarrassment. "I could make you a coffee or something".

"No, that's okay, just...." Steve sighed, combing his hair back. "I don't want to beat around the bush, okay?"

Y/N just looked down, sighing. She nodded and offered Steve a seat. They were facing each other, both had serious expressions on their faces, neither daring to break the silence.

"He came back".

"Who?" Y/N murmured, confused. She was still processing his presence in the house.

"Vecna, he came back" Steve regretted saying it as soon as he noticed how the girl's face disfigured as her skin paled. "I know very well that coming to your house after four years of being separated is an embarrassment, especially when it comes to a situation like this, but I need you to understand" By this point he had lost any trace of fear. Steve stared at her. He was incapable of turning to look at anything else. "We can't do this without you. We need you," He hesitated a bit before continuing, but finished the sentence, "I need you".

She closed her eyes tightly, sighing. Her fists were white from clenching, and her feet moved restlessly against the floor.

"Steve, I..." She bit the inside of her lip, nervously. "I can't do this".

"Why don't you...?" Before he could speak, a baby's cry could be heard from upstairs in the house.

Y/N quickly got up, running upstairs with Steve behind her. When they entered the last room, a large crib greeted them inside the room. Everything was lilac in color. There were stickers of various sizes pasted on the walls, and a large box of baby toys.

The girl approached the baby, carrying her carefully. She was whispering words like "quiet, sweetie, mommy is here" as she stroked her hair lovingly.

On the other hand, Steve stood completely still in the doorway, watching the scene with an unpleasant mixture of feeling.

"Steve, this is Jessica" she approached him slowly, still holding the baby in her arms. "She was born about 3 months ago" she looked at the crib, smiling "We bought that crib not long ago, we found some ticks on the old one and had to throw it away. I like this one better anyway" She stopped talking when she realized that Steve was staring at her baby "Do you want to hold her?"

He gently took her in his arms when Y/N allowed him to do so. She was small, and extremely beautiful. She had blue eyes and dark hair. He couldn't help but think she looked just like her mother.

It wasn't until then that he noticed the ring on Y/N's hand. She was married.

"I didn't know you had started a family".

She looked down at her ring, grimacing in disgust at the sight of it.

"My parents... they were hard up for money and thought it would be a good idea to marry me off to a creepy old man" She was laughing when she said it, but they both knew what that action hid behind it.

After the baby's crying stopped, the three of them went down to the second floor. Neither wanted to talk, they were no longer able to look at each other, but the desire was there, in both of them.

She waved him goodbye at the door, watching him walk to his car. She tried to convince herself that she was doing the right thing. She tried to stand in the doorway and not go after Steve, but her body was moving on its own, she couldn't control what she did and said. It was now or never.

"Steve!" She grabbed Jessica tightly, preventing her from falling to the floor in her little run to the boy. She spoke again when they were both face to face, three feet away. "Take me with you, please" Her vision was beginning to blur, "I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you" Her words came out barely, punctuated by light sobs. "I don't want to be here anymore".

Steve just hugged her, kissing her head gently. He stroked her hair, hoping to calm her down. He pulled away to look into her eyes.

"Go get your things, we're leaving now".

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I can't believe that Perfume is just about to reach 500 notes, I never thought it would get this far, thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged it, I really appreciate it, you don't know how happy it makes me feel to see that someone likes what I do 🤧.

Perfume | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Summary: While you and Steve are in the middle of a make-out session, he can't help but ask about your new perfume.

Warnings: Fluff, a little [but very little] smut.

Words: 348

You closed your eyes, sighing softly as you felt Steve's fluffy lips kiss your neck slowly. His large hands caressed your lower stomach, pulling you closer to him.

"You smell so good" he murmured next to your ear, causing a shiver to run down your back, "What perfume are you wearing?"

"A vanilla one" Your hands rested on his, trembling slightly. A few days ago you had gone to buy a new perfume at Starcourt, Alex, your best friend, insisted you buy that one, saying it was made for you.

"It's new, isn't it?" He held your face carefully, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were covered in an opaque cloud of desire, his pupils so dilated it almost looked like he had no irises. And all of that was provoked by you alone with a couple of kisses and light touches on his member.

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd notice."

You lied, of course you knew, we weren't talking about just anyone, he was Steve Harrington, the kind of boyfriend who noticed when you got a haircut, no matter how insignificant it was, the kind of boyfriend who recorded in his memory every single one of your quirks so he could identify the things that bothered you or made you uncomfortable; and you definitely loved that.

"I like it, it fits you well" his lips touched your neck again, the tip of his tongue licking that exact spot where your pulses felt strongest.

"Really? So you liked it?" you turned to look at him with your eyes shining with illusion. You liked that Steve loved little parts of you, it made you feel special, unique, loved.

"Liking is an understatement" a loving smile made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks turn bright red, why did he have to be so cute? "Although I have to say that whatever you wear will look stupidly amazing, after all, you're the one who brings them to life and makes them yours" he said with a smile, melting your heart.

You would never stop loving this man.

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Day #3 Breeding: Steve Harrington.

You covered your lips with your left hand, closing your eyes tightly. The cold pottery made you feel more sensitive than usual, and the fact that someone could hear and see you didn't help much either.

"Honey, listen to me," Steve whispered against your ear, causing a shiver to run through your entire body, "I need you to be as quiet as possible, okay?"

You nodded quickly, too lost in your own pleasure to really hear what Steve was trying to tell you. You grabbed one of his arms, burying your fingernails into it hard. That he was a boxer helped that this didn't make you feel so guilty, Steve was someone hard to physically hurt.

You were never a fan of violence, much less a fan of being attracted to men who made a living from beating others, at least that was until you met your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, one of the best boxers in America and, if he had his way, the whole world. The first day you met him you couldn't help but ogle him, he was too beautiful and funny and perfect, and when he shyly asked for your number you knew you couldn't miss an opportunity like this.

And you hadn't been wrong at all, Steve was the best boyfriend you could have wished for, and him being a boxer helped a lot more than you thought. Especially in more... intimate things, like what you were doing right at this very moment, in the middle of the dressing room of Steve's training place.

"Are you...? Shit, are you taking the pills?" he growled, resting his head on your shoulder. You couldn't help but bang yours against the wall, your vision too blurred to get a good look at anything but Steve.

"Y-yes, I'm taking them, don't worry, you can come inside" you mumbled between gasps and moans.

Steve nodded, following your command. He gripped your hips firmly, increasing his movements, getting messier and messier, harder and harder. It wasn't long before you were cumming around him, your spongy walls squeezing his flesh hard enough to cause his member to shoot all the way inside you.

Both of you were breathing heavily, your bodies wet and numb. You looked at each other with a smile, and Steve soon kissed your lips softly.

"I love you, I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life" Steve said, helping you stand up on the floor and guiding you to the shower, ready to pamper his aching girlfriend, just like he did every time, without fail.

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Waking up with the sun's rays on your face and the warmth of Steve's body under yours, wrapping his arm around your shirt-covered waist and tucking the other behind his head. I definitely think it would be a very common scenario between the two of you. Eyes barely open, spotting every freckle and mole covering his beautiful face that is now covered in unruly hair. Waking up next to him (on him, rather) wanting to remind him that he's the best thing that ever happened to you and kissing him and hugging him tightly and caressing each of his scars because you need to reassure him that you love him, because you're never sure if you'll die today from some interdimensional bullshit.

(I will write about this soon, but in two different scenarios and with two different au's, just wanted to save it so I don't forget the idea lol).

After The Disaster | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Summary: A short shot about you and Steve waking up together after weeks of what happened with Vecna. [Dividers by @silkholland]

Warnings: A little Angst, Fluff, implied smut.

Words: 751.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you managed to make out were the beautiful facial features of your boyfriend, Steve. He was sleeping so peacefully that, if it hadn't been for the fact that you were with him all night, you wouldn't know that he woke up at least three times, sweating, shaking, screaming and even crying.

Seeing him like that was a very painful thing for you. You loved Steve with all your soul and, for the same reason, you were not able to see him suffer for thinking that all this was his fault, because it wasn't, and there was no way to make him change his mind.

You sighed, your eyes fixed on his eyelashes resting on his freckled, puffy cheeks. You brought your hand to one of them, caressing that soft, sensitive skin that you loved to kiss. You were happy that you could be here with him, that you had made it out of the fight with Vecna alive, that you had both made it, even if it meant living with nightmares and the fear of seeing a dark, slimy portal somewhere in Hawkins.

"What's wrong?" whispered Steve. His eyes still remained closed and his breathing was fairly regular. At least, you thought, he didn't wake up from a nightmare like the other times.

"Nothing" you murmured, bringing your lips to the bare skin of his neck and leaving a soft kiss there. You couldn't help but grimace as you watched him shiver slightly at the feel of your lips on the scar on his neck. It had been weeks since the incident, but the scars seemed to resist fading, and you hated how it caused Steve such great insecurities. You loved him even in that way, how could you not if, the moment you were in danger, he jumped in to protect you without even thinking about it? Those scars, at least to you, signified how much Steve loved those close to him, how he was always willing to do anything to protect them. "Feeling better?"

You looked up to get a better look at his face, both arms resting on either side of Steve's head. Your cheeks warmed almost instantly at the sight of him; his eyes were now open, his pupils too dilated, his eyelashes fluttering slowly and his lips forming a pout that you were dying to kiss. How could there be anyone who looked so good when they woke up?

"Much better" he smiled sleepily, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close enough to kiss your face. The first kiss was on your forehead, the second and third on your cheeks, the fourth on your nose, the fifth on your chin, and the sixth... the sixth was your hands down favorite.

You cupped his cheeks and smiled over his lips, returning the kiss tastefully. Your hands moved slightly down to meet the hair that invaded his neck, you curled it around your index finger, eliciting a chuckle from Steve.

"Thank you for staying with me last night, I really needed it" he said in a whisper, his gaze locked on yours, the desperation and need was embodied in them, and you understood so well. These past few weeks had been horrible, you could barely see Steve because of work and because of his parents' presence, you couldn't even talk properly because it was exam time and things at Hawkins were back to what they used to be, it was too exhausting for you, who were a senior, and for him, who had started a new job alongside Robin on the other side of town.

"Yeah, I think I do too" you smiled brightly, resting your head on his bare chest. You lowered your hands to brush against his waist, running them gently down his back.

You closed your eyes again, laughing as you felt his warm, large hand slip underneath his shirt -the same shirt you brazenly stole from him last night-.

"And what one thing specifically did you miss?" muttered Steve, laughing as he felt you nip at his skin playfully, "because I missed absolutely everything about you, including feeling you in-".

"Steve!" you squealed in embarrassment, laughing as you felt his lips on your neck, right at the spot where he knew you were ticklish.

"Stay later today" he murmured into your shoulder, this time his voice sounding much more serious. "Let me show you how much I missed you these last few weeks."

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I deleted chapter one and Yours, the story is the same, but I wanted to do chapter one from scratch now that I have things clearer 🥲. I modified the FITYMI Masterlist, and I will do the same with the others, so I can advance much faster 😊.

Fake it till you make it | Steve Harrington, The Singer.

Warnings: Modern!Band! AU, Manager! Reader, Fake marriage.

Steve Harrington, the lead singer of Midnight, has decided to announce his engagement to his mysterious girlfriend, the problem? The girl disappeared overnight with the excuse that the public pressure was too big. Steve, nervous about causing a scandal affecting the band, turns to his new manager, who he begs for a solution to the problem, and what better way to keep the press under control than to pose as his fiancée?

"I beg your pardon?" muttered Steve with wide eyes, staring at the contract in front of him.

You sighed, taking a sip of your bitter coffee, knowing deep down that something like this could happen.

"I thought I said it clear, but I'll say it again" you set the coffee cup down on the table, your gaze fixed on Steve's dark eyes, "my proposal to solve your unnecessary drama is that we get married, you can think about it, but remember we have time on our hands."

"But..."

"I remind you that you were the one who brought the issue to light, Steven" you took a pencil out of your pocket, putting it down in front of him decisively, "and you asked me for a solution, here it is, do you accept?"

(The light blue ones are seen from your point of view, the black ones are narrated from Steve's point of view) this story was made for 1 year and a half (it was 36 chapters plus the epilogue and the prologue, but for extension reasons I agreed). After the epilogue there will be a description of the character that is with Steve and her name (this is because in the other parts of Midnight series the character appears and could be confused with the reader of that story) anyway, I will avoid as much as possible the important physical descriptions like skin color, eyes, hair, etc.

Prologue | The deal day.

December - January | Learning to live with you.

February - March | Heated kisses and camouflaged feelings.

April - May | The weight of loving you.

June - July | Legal loopholes.

August - September | Bonds beyond a piece of paper.

October - November | Deadline, will you sign the contract again?

Epilogue | A future by your side.

Midnight Masterlist.

The Deal Day | Steve Harrington.

Here is the prologue 😃 I wrote it today in the afternoon and recently finished translating and editing it, I hope you like it 💕. Summary: Steve is about to get into a scandal and the only way to help him is to marry him. Warnings: Singer!Steve, Manager!Reader, anxiety issues, emotional support dogs, kind of love at first sight. Words: 3.9k

You took a breath, looking at your wet face in front of the mirror. Your cheeks were slightly reddened and, on your forehead, there were some unruly hairs that were out of your bun and were now willing to stay in that position permanently thanks to the humidity of your face.

You tried to check your image as best you could. Your perfectly pressed shirt was impeccable, your beige pants fell elegantly to your ankles where they clashed delicately with your white boots and, finally, your trench coat in the same color as your pants, which came down to above your knees. You were seriously hoping this was formal enough to make a good first impression.

"Relax, Y/N, you're a smart and capable woman, you'll be able to handle this," you said to the mirror in which you saw your mirror.

A noise behind you made you turn quickly. You felt the heat rise up your cheeks and cover your ears. Someone else was in the bathroom. You tried to grab your things as quickly as you could, ignoring the fact that your hands were shaking more than they should be. The lock on one of the doors rattled just as you exited the bathroom with a heavy sigh.

You began to walk aimlessly around the company where, as of today, you would be working. Diamond Entertainment was one of the most famous record labels nowadays, which became known in 2016 with Midnights' second album, "More Than Enough", composed of 14 songs mostly written and produced by the five members of the band. Undoubtedly one of the best works of their career, from the incredible instrument solos, to the high notes that Steve, the vocalist, had proven he was capable of.

You were never a fan of the band, to be honest, but you admired how hard they worked, and you couldn't take credit away from them either, they were very talented. That's why, when your ex-boss called you to tell you that he had managed to get you a job as his manager you didn't hesitate for a second to accept, it was practically a dream come true, a direct ticket to success.

You were practicing for weeks, contacting the former manager in charge of the group, getting information about the members, their career, their music, you wanted to learn as much as possible, you had to do it, you didn't want to disappoint anyone. Now, being here, in the fanciest facility you've ever played in with your boots that you found at a thrift store bargain, the thought of having taken this job was starting to eat you up inside.

"You must be Y/N, right?" asked a gravelly voice behind you.

You straightened up quickly, turning your whole body to the voice. You almost choked when you saw the man who had spoken to you. He was wearing black slacks and a half-tousled white shirt, his hair was slicked back and he had a slightly long beard, but, without a doubt, the most striking thing was his size. He was almost three heads taller than you, if not more. His cold stare didn't help his image much, but he didn't seem to mind either. You shook your head slightly, trying to get those ideas out of your head and concentrating on answering his question.

"Y-yes, sir."

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, seconds that seemed like years to you. You were sure a bead of sweat had slipped down your neck thanks to how nervous you were. His intimidating gaze didn't leave you for a second, you could tell from afar that he was studying you in a very undisguised way.

"Did you talk to the members yet?" he said as he hid his hands in the pockets of his black pants.

"No, sir, I arrived a few minutes ago, I was on my way to the office to meet with them," you swallowed saliva as you watched him frown slightly, fearing had done or said the wrong thing.

"Fine, I'll walk you to the office."

Before you could say anything, the man - whose name you still didn't know - had already started walking briskly towards what you thought was the office. Almost without hesitation you hurried to his side, pressing your bag against your waist. The knot under your stomach was getting bigger and bigger, you hadn't felt that anxiety since what happened at the prom.

"How has your experience been so far?" the man murmured, resting his gaze on you.

You lowered your gaze to the floor, burying your fingernails in the palm of your hand. "Pretty good, to tell you the truth" the doors became further and further apart as you moved down the hallway to the top floor, by this point there were no more stained glass windows overlooking the city, just white walls and well-kept dark wood doors. "The people have been very kind and polite, and the facilities are in very good condition. I'm glad I was able to be accepted for this job, it's a great honor."

"The honor is ours, we've heard wonderful things about your work. I only hope they are true" he murmured, causing an even greater pressure in your chest, "But relax, there is no pressure."

You tried to laugh, but only a strange noise came out that made your throat burn. For the second time that day, your cheeks were tinged pale pink. You couldn't wait to get out of here as soon as possible, you desperately needed to lie down on your single bed and caress to Muffin and Berry, your emotional support dogs.

"Ladies first" said the man, opening a large door with gold-colored hands.

You walked in muttering a slight 'excuse me', walked to one of the available chairs across from the five people you would be working with from now on.

"Well, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Jim Hopper, founder of Diamond Entertainment."

You almost fell out of your chair listening to him. What a lousy first impression you had made on your now boss.

"The woman behind the desk is Joyce Byers, co-founder of the label."

You looked at the woman. She wore a friendly smile and her hair fell loosely over her shoulders. You couldn't help but think how beautiful she was.

"And these are the members of Midnights."

You paused your gaze for a few seconds on each of them. You watched Jim cackle as he looked at the guys. Almost immediately they let out a unison sigh.

"Alex" said the girl on the left. She was the drummer in the band. Her hair was brown and short, with some purple highlights. In her hands she had two drumsticks, with which she had been "playing" the whole time since you arrived.

"William Hargrove" said Billy, the bass player, with a wink in his right eye. You shuddered slightly on the couch at the sight of him, "at your service".

"Shut up, you idiot, you're scaring her" said the girl next to him, nudging him gently. Almost immediately she flashed you a gleaming smile, "Sorry, he's usually a bit insensitive, but he's a nice guy. I'm Robin, nice to meet you."

You smiled as best you could, nodding your head. You recognized her as the pianist of the group, a very talented and outgoing girl.

"Edward Munson" said the boy next to Alex. He had his hair tied back in a low bun and his iconic Hellfire t-shirt. He was the guitarist of the band, and definitely one of the best you've ever heard. "It's nice to finally meet you, we've all been looking forward to meeting you."

You felt a warmth in your chest. Unlike what you thought, he seemed nice enough and his voice was very soft, too much so.

"Don't say that, you'll make her nervous" said Steve. Ah, of course you knew Steve, he to you needed no introduction.

You always found him attractive, you had seen some interviews and concert clips, and it was almost impossible not to fall in love with him when he was so... him. So brilliant, so beautiful, so talented, he was such a role model for you, and working with him, with all of them, made your heart melt and reshape.

"I'm Steve, it's a pleasure" he smiled, causing your stomach to flip and your throat to go dry again, "I hope we get along very well, miss."

You almost choked when you heard the nickname. You tried to hide your face by avoiding looking at him, but you knew it would be in vain. The light here was coming in too well, and he had a direct view of your face.

"And what's your name?" asked Robin. For some reason you couldn't understand, she looked too excited about this meeting.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N" you said with a smile. Your nails pressing harder against the sensitive skin of your palms. "Nice to meet you, all of you. I hope we can make a great team. I promise to give my all so I won't disappoint you."

All the members looked at you in silence. Your nerves were growing too much, and so was your desire to cry. The thought of having made a mistake and being hated from now on made you lose your mind. You blinked rapidly, trying to make the phantom tears that were trying to leave your eyes disappear. This, you told yourself, is why you never made friends, why you were afraid to meet people.

The five of you looked at each other and, almost at the same time, began to laugh. You tilted your head to one side, frowning in confusion, you didn't understand why they were laughing. Maybe you had made a ridiculous face, maybe your presentation was too much, maybe-.

"Relax, manager," Eddie said with a chuckle, getting up from the red velvet armchair and walking towards you, "it doesn't need to be formal, after all, from now on we'll be as thick as thieves."

"Eddie is right, you don't need to be so uptight" Steve smiled warmly, as did the other members.

The urge to cry started to get bigger, but this time for completely different reasons. It had been so long since someone had smiled at you like that, someone outside of your family of course.

This time you smiled broadly, as did all of them. You also got up from the armchair you had been sitting in all this time, you looked at the five of them, hoping you could get along with each of them.

"Thank you" you said, feeling much calmer than when you entered this great company.

Inside you, deep down inside, you hoped you could be bonded with these people, have bonds you could never have before.

You looked at Steve, his brown eyes were so soft and bright. For an instant you stopped hearing all the noises around you. For an instant it was just the two of you. But that instant ended, just like any misconceptions you may have gotten when you remembered the article you read a few days ago in a digital newspaper; Steve was engaged and, in the next few weeks, he would reveal the identity of the very lucky woman.

You took off your glasses for a second, letting your weight fall onto the back of the chair. You had been working here for two weeks and you really loved it, but the person who had your position before was very... messy, so to speak. Concert schedules, scheduled interviews, collaborations, preparing the new album, you had to rearrange everything again, call hundreds of companies and labels to try to convince them to change the date and it definitely had you exhausted.

You were going over again the number of rooms to rent in Los Angeles when you heard a knock on the door.

You looked up, shouting 'come in'. You paid no attention to who came in, right now it mattered much more about the numbers you would have to dial for the next few hours, trying to make room for lunch and to check the cameras in your apartment and see your two little ba-

"Y/N,” said a tearful voice. The door rattled at the same time a sob came from Steve's lips.

You quickly got up from your seat, walking over to him and sitting him in the chair in front of your desk.

These last few weeks the guys have been very nice to you, you had gained a great appreciation for them, especially because they offered you a ride home every night so they wouldn't leave you alone so late, not to mention the times they came to your office with a snack so you wouldn't starve to death. That's why seeing Steve had you so worried. He was sweet, kind, perfect, and you didn't understand why he could be crying like that.

"Steve? What happened? Are you okay? Did something happen to a family member?" Worst-case scenarios began to run through your head as you tried to hold Steve back. You grabbed the tissues from your desk and used them to gently wipe his cheeks, completely ignoring how close you were to each other.

"I-it's Nancy," he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes tightly and licking his lips, "my fiancée, she..."

"She what, Steve? Did she have an accident? Do you need to go see her?" you said softly, holding her cheek as carefully as you could. It hurt you to see it this way.

"No, she's not hurt," he shook his head, his eyes completely avoiding you, unable to see anything but his hands, "She called me a few minutes ago. She called off the wedding, broke up with me" and burst into tears again.

Panic began to consume you. Steve's wedding was on the itinerary, not only would you have to eliminate hundreds of scheduled activities, but they would also lose the money and it would cause them problems if the media found out this happened, they would be painted as liars, of wanting attention at the expense of any false news.

"I'm so sorry" he said between sobs and, for the first time since he came in, he really looked you in the eye. His face was red, his cheeks were wet and his eyes were puffy, his hair was in disarray and his shirt had some dark marks showing that tears had fallen there. "I know you've been so busy arranging our schedule and all, now I come here to cry to you about my problems and about the wedding cancellation. I'm just giving you more work."

"Of course not!" you said before you even realized it, "Don't worry about it, Steve, that's my job, you just..." you stood there for a few seconds looking at his state, how he had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from letting out more sobs. "Go home, get some rest, I'll talk to Hopper, okay?"

"I'm so sorry, really," he said quietly, getting up and wiping away his tears. "I'll call you when I get there."

"Please," you begged him with your eyes, "ask someone to drive you, I'd hate for you to drive in that state."

He just nodded, running his hand through his messy hair and walking to the door at a slow pace.

"Steve?" you said as he opened the door, waiting for him to turn to look at you to continue, "it's not your fault."

He just put on a cancel smile, his eyes were much duller than usual. You couldn't help but feel a lump in your throat.

"I wish you were right," he said, walking out of your office and closing the door.

You took a breath and threw yourself back in your chair, closing your eyes and pressing the bridge of your nose.

"Looks like I'll be home late."

The first thing you saw when you entered your apartment were your two puppies, Muffin, the corgi, and Berry, the chihuahua. Both had come into your life when you fell into a deep depression as you started college. They were your babies, your emotional support puppies, your family. You loved them with all your soul, and you knew they loved you too.

"Hey babies, did you miss mommy?" you squealed in a childish voice, running to them, laughing as you saw them running to you too. "I missed you so much, did you miss me?"

You smiled happily as you felt them licking your face and jumping around you. You didn't know what your life would be without these creatures.

"I'm so sorry, Mommy had too much work to do, but I promise I'll be home earlier in a few weeks" you murmured, nuzzling behind Muffin's ears.

After a few minutes of cuddling your puppies, you took care of the housework. You did the laundry, took out the dry clothes, made yourself some instant soup for dinner, made your bed and washed the breakfast dishes.

All that time you were thinking of some way to fix Steve. You didn't know his fiancée, so you couldn't contact her, you didn't want to ask Steve either, and as far as you knew, she didn't get along with the rest of the group, at least not most of them, so you doubted they knew her number. You thought about looking her up online, but there were a lot of Nancy Wheeler's in the world, and you had no idea what she looked like. You also thought about taking a random girl and having her be the fake image of Nancy, since no one besides them knew her, but it was risky, too risky, you didn't know if you could trust them, so that wouldn't be an option either, and don't even think about Robin and Alex, they wouldn't accept even if they were paid a million dollars.

Tired, stressed, and with your head in a jumble, you lay down under your warm sheets and stayed there, with your eyes closed, listening to relaxing music so you could fall asleep, with each dog on one side of your head, and it was there, at that very moment when you almost fell fast asleep, that you came up with an idea that could save the situation. You grabbed your computer and turned it on, rattling your fingers on the desktop as you waited for the lock screen to appear. In less than 15 minutes you had drafted the mail with Jim and Joyce's address, waiting for the idea to be decent enough to be accepted.

You were reviewing some contracts when someone knocked on the door and walked into your office. Steve walked over to your desk and sat in the same chair as a week ago, only this time he looked a little better.

"Miriam told me you needed me, did you manage to find a solution?" he said with his cheeks red with embarrassment. He wasn't even able to look you in the face.

"Something like that" you mumbled, pulling a transparent blue folder out of your desk drawer. "We were talking about it with Hopper and Joyce" you looked sideways at Steve, setting the folder down in front of him, "it wasn't easy at all to make this decision, we took all this week to look at the pros and cons, but so far this is the best option we have."

You saw Steve's throat move as he swallowed saliva. His gaze shifted from you to the folder, almost as if he needed permission to look at it.

"It's a contract," you said, taking the coffee next to you and blowing on it, "for an arranged marriage." You didn't miss the surprise on her face when he heard the news, but you couldn't do much else. You were taking a big chance on this, it wasn't easy for you either.

"Arranged marriage? Of course not, that's a lousy idea, what if a stalker fan comes for the job and-?" Steve stopped when he saw your hand extended in his direction.

"Steve, we already have a reliable candidate" you said calmly, or at least you hoped it looked that way.

"Who?" you said with a frown, more out of confusion than annoyance.

"Me" you looked at Steve steadily, waiting to see his reaction.

"I beg your pardon?" muttered Steve with wide eyes, staring at the contract in front of him.

You sighed, taking a sip of your bitter coffee, knowing deep down that something like this could happen.

"I thought I said it clear, but I'll say it again" you set the coffee cup down on the table, your gaze fixed on Steve's dark eyes, "my proposal to solve your unnecessary drama is that we get married, you can think about it, but remember we have time on our hands."

"But..."

"I remind you that you were the one who brought the issue to light, Steven" you took a pencil out of your pocket, putting it down in front of him decisively, "and you asked me for a solution, here it is, do you accept?"

Steve looked at the contract again, running his hand through his face and hair. He bit his lower lip and looked at you uncertainly.

"Can I read the terms?" you nodded, relaxing a little more as you noticed he was willing to at least review the terms.

"We'll just pretend in front of the cameras. The wedding will be real, the expenses were already made and they weren't cheap at all" you explained softly, observing even the slightest gesture on his face, "We'll have to move in together to disguise, but we'll each have our own room. We have to go to any parties together, and we also have to answer some questions from reporters. Every so often we'll have fake dates in public so as not to arouse suspicion."

He nodded, reading the pages of the contract where the conditions you had just mentioned came out, but much more detailed.

"When does the contract end?" muttered Steve, lifting his gaze and watching you under his eyelashes.

"A year and a half after the marriage occurs."

He returned his gaze to the contract, shifting his leg restlessly. It was starting to make you nervous.

"Okay," he said quietly, taking the pencil next to the contract and signing on the line with your name on it, "if we only have to pretend for a year and a half, then I guess it's okay."

You nodded, feeling a weight off your shoulders. You got up from your chair, ready to go tell Hopper and Joyce the news, but a hand stopped you.

"What are you doing?" you passed your gaze between his hand and him, not quite understanding what he wanted to do.

"Gotta close the deal properly" he smiled nervously, reaching out his hand again.

You smiled, taking his hand gently and smiling back. "It's an official deal now, isn't it?"

"Looks like it," he murmured, giving your hand a light squeeze. "I'm sorry I got you into this, Y/N."

You shook your head, laughing softly, ignoring the glint you saw in his eyes.

"It's my job, Steve, I have to keep your image as flawless as possible, no matter what."

His gaze stayed locked on yours, causing a churning to form in your stomach. His eyes looked so dark and mesmerizing and so... beautiful.

"I promise I will make you as happy as possible during this year and a half. You won't regret signing that contract, Miss Y/N."

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Perfume | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Summary: While you and Steve are in the middle of a make-out session, he can't help but ask about your new perfume.

Warnings: Fluff, a little [but very little] smut.

Words: 348

You closed your eyes, sighing softly as you felt Steve's fluffy lips kiss your neck slowly. His large hands caressed your lower stomach, pulling you closer to him.

"You smell so good" he murmured next to your ear, causing a shiver to run down your back, "What perfume are you wearing?"

"A vanilla one" Your hands rested on his, trembling slightly. A few days ago you had gone to buy a new perfume at Starcourt, Alex, your best friend, insisted you buy that one, saying it was made for you.

"It's new, isn't it?" He held your face carefully, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were covered in an opaque cloud of desire, his pupils so dilated it almost looked like he had no irises. And all of that was provoked by you alone with a couple of kisses and light touches on his member.

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd notice."

You lied, of course you knew, we weren't talking about just anyone, he was Steve Harrington, the kind of boyfriend who noticed when you got a haircut, no matter how insignificant it was, the kind of boyfriend who recorded in his memory every single one of your quirks so he could identify the things that bothered you or made you uncomfortable; and you definitely loved that.

"I like it, it fits you well" his lips touched your neck again, the tip of his tongue licking that exact spot where your pulses felt strongest.

"Really? So you liked it?" you turned to look at him with your eyes shining with illusion. You liked that Steve loved little parts of you, it made you feel special, unique, loved.

"Liking is an understatement" a loving smile made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks turn bright red, why did he have to be so cute? "Although I have to say that whatever you wear will look stupidly amazing, after all, you're the one who brings them to life and makes them yours" he said with a smile, melting your heart.

You would never stop loving this man.

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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.

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summers at the country club with old money!steve <3 him refusing to go to his summer house without you, because he can’t bare going three months without seeing his best girl, come on I need you there, I'm not going otherwise, and he does everything to convince you, things that would be very hard to resist and he knows that, that's why he's so smug when you agree, a pretty grin on his lips as he's telling you to pack instantly

and it’s so beautiful there, because of course it is, everything's so old money, and steve fits right in, he’s got his hair pushed back and his best clothes on, a shiny watch on his wrist, and he’s taking your hand as he shows you around, taking you down hallways just to pull you into the some tiny strorage closet, you’re acting like teenagers but its cute, it’s more than cute when steve’s lips are dragging down your neck as he pulls your leg up to his waist, and he swears you won’t get caught

and you’re obsessed with watching him while he’s here too, he sleeps in later, twisted in bright white bedsheets with messy hair on his pillow, he pours you sparkling drinks into tall glasses then sips his own, leaving his lips slightly sticky and sweet tasting, and his skin’s a little tanned, his freckles have come out more, he's even a little burnt across the bridge of his nose, (but it's okay because you're there to kiss it better), and he’s running around a tennis court all sweaty, flashing smiles at you, he’s just even more dreamy here 🤍