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Crazy for you | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

a/n: I apologize for my inactivity 🥲 I have no excuse, I've just been procrastinating as much as I can because I'm going back to school soon 🙂.

After days of being terrorized by Vecna, the group of older teens decides to confront him once and for all, even if their lives are in danger.

Warnings: Angst, Y/N being sensitive about her relationship with Steve, insecurity, Steve being half a jerk and preferring Nancy over his girlfriend, narrated in first person.

Words: 2,419

"Okay, so me, Robin and Steve will go attack Vecna while he's with Max, and you three" Nancy points at me, Dustin and Eddie "You'll be the distraction".

"The bait, you mean" I cross my arms, frowning, "Don't you think it's a bad idea? Just look at us! None of us could fight those bats" I sighed, crossing my arms. "We barely made it out of there alive last time".

"Don't worry, it's impossible for things to go wrong, we know how to attack now" Steve took my hand, stroking it to calm me down.

"How can you be so sure of that, are you blind? The three of us can't fight off a flock of killer bats!" I pulled his hand away angrily.

"Y/N..."

"No! Don't try to convince me!" I left the trailer and slammed the door shut, hurrying to the forest, wiping away my tears.

Now a bit away from the others, I sat down on a log and began to cry, letting out everything I had been holding in this past week.

"Y/N" Steve stopped in front of me, looking at me sympathetically. He knelt down and made me lift my face to look at him, "Look, I know these last few days have been hard for you, for everyone, but you have to understand that we don't have a choice".

"re you serious?" I gritted my teeth, holding back the urge to yell at Steve. "Steve, that.... Nancy wants to use us as bait, she wants to see us die, don't you get it? Do you really think music is going to save us? This isn't a stupid musical, and you know it".

He sighed, pulling his hair back.  He took my hands and kissed my forehead. As if that would change my mind.

"Nothing bad is going to happen, okay? Eddie and Dustin will be there with you".

"But I don't want to be with them, I want to be with you" I wiped away the tears, they were coming back. "We're supposed to be a team, Steve. I... I don't like the way things are between us".

He opened his eyes, surprised. I could see the fear in his eyes, he stood up, looking down at me.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I don't know if I'm capable of going through with this" I looked down at my hands, unable to look him in the face. "I love you, Steve. I love you very much".

"Then why?" I heard his voice break. He was starting to cry.

"Why is that? Oh, I don't know, maybe because you spend all your time with your ex lately, even though you know she has a boyfriend, and to make matters worse, she's flirting with you" I replied in a sarcastic tone, taking away any feelings of sympathy for him.

"Sometimes it seriously amazes me how childish you can be".

In another situation I would have taken the comment as a joke, but not in this one. I stood up, watching as he had begun to frown in anger.

"Childish? Do you really think I'm childish? Do you want me to remind you of what you've done this week with her?" I had started breathing hard, and to make matters worse, my chest hurt like hell itself. "All this week I've been trying to ignore how she hints at you, hints that I know you pick up on!" I pressed my index finger to his chest angrily, "Damn it, Steve, all I asked you to do during this mess was to stay with me" I'd started crying for real, I could swear even the guys could hear me. "This could have been our last night alive, and you preferred to spend it with Nancy".

"She was lonely..."

"I was lonely too! I felt lonely, and stupid, and horrible" this time I clenched my fist, pounding it hard on my chest "I'm your girlfriend! I should be your priority between the two of us, and every time you've preferred her it breaks a part of me" I hit him again, screaming loudly-. I know I'm not as pretty as her, and I'm not as smart, or funny, or anything, but you said you loved me, and I... I believed you" I relaxed my hand, passing it over my head "I believed you..."

"Y/N..." He took my hands again, and for a moment I could have sworn he was shaking. "Listen".

"Don't touch me" I pushed him hard, "Don't talk to me, don't even dare to look at me" I took a breath, pushing past him to get back to the trailer. "If anything happens tomorrow... if this really ends up being our last day, I hope you remember that I warned you, Harrington".

After that fight I could hardly sleep. I stayed outside, watching the night sky, listening to Dustin's light snoring. I could also notice Steve watching me from the doorway, but I preferred to pretend not to notice, I didn't have the courage to face him again, I knew I would fall for his charms.

When it was time to start the plan, everyone had their weapons and suits ready. Eddie and Dustin were serious about the band. We moved to the other side, first was Steve, who helped by putting a mattress on the floor and help.

I refused, I had legs and arms, I could get up from a simple mattress.

"Okay, remember, no one can get out of the plan, okay? "

Steve approached us, he had the spiked bat in his right hand, and was carrying a large bag in his left arm.

"Remember, you're just going to be the distraction, after that you run to the van and go home. No heroics, okay?"

"Easy, Steve, we're not heroes" Eddie smiled, wrapping his arms around Dustin's shoulders and winking at me.

"Hey" He walked over to me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I thought I made things clear yesterday" I pushed his hand away, nodding my head, "Nancy is calling you, you should go with her, unless you want to ruin her much loved plan" I turned around, grabbing the mic and walking with the guys to set things up.

We had the whole van covered with tights and boards, so we were sure that no flying bats could attack us. The three of us stood on top of it, Eddie plugged in his guitar and my mic, Dustin set up the amps, and the show started.

I could have sworn it was the longest minute of my life. I knew the words by heart, but there were still times when I almost ruined the song out of nerves.

When they were close to us, we jumped out and into the van, ready to jump into the other side. Our plan had everything to be perfect, except for one thing. The fans. Those things would fit through them, and we found out the hard way. Eddie was shooing them away with his spiked shield, I was just pushing Dustin up the rope so he could cross to the other side.

Then, for a second, I noticed how Eddie was determined to stay to fight, and I was determined to stay with him to help him. To defend Steve.

"Sorry, Dustin" I took a knife and cut the sheets, throwing the mattress to the side to keep him from crossing. I looked at Eddie and he nodded. We were ready to do our part. Be the bait.

We ran outside and hopped on a bike, me on the seat and Eddie up. I could tell he was driving with all his might, but it wasn't enough, they were catching up to us. I closed my eyes, knowing it would soon be the end of us, praying that at least there would be no more dead besides the two of us.

When I opened them again, I was floating in the air and crashing to the ground. Eddie had crashed the bike. We both got up to start running, but a few steps beyond where we fell, he turned and raised his spear, ready to strike.

"Eddie, what are you doing!" I shouted in desperation, watching those things approaching faster and faster.

"Stop being a coward!" He struck a fighting pose, ready to fight those beasts.

I tightened my grip on the spear in my hand. I couldn't leave him there. I couldn't abandon him and let Alex lose another important person. I ran to his side, ready for my end.

"We're in this together, Munson".

He smiled at me, nodding. In less than a second, everything around us went black, and a blizzard nearly tripped me. They were flying very hard. We started fighting, punching and burying knives anywhere we could.

We had managed to bring a few down, but there were more of them than us, and they were stronger. In less time than we thought, we both ended up on the ground, being bat food.

I don't think I had ever screamed so much in my life. I could feel them tearing at my skin and eating my body. For a brief moment I could even make out how one of them pulled out a large chunk of meat. I turned to look at Eddie, he was still struggling from the ground, he was doing much better than me.

When I had no more hope of staying alive, the bats fell to the ground like autumn leaves, lifeless. Eddie was a few feet away from me.  He was breathing hard, but he was still laughing, he made it, he survived.

"Y/N, Eddie!" Dustin came limping toward us. He was crying.

"Dustin, we did it!" Eddie got up with Dustin's help, celebrating. "We did it!" He stopped when he saw me on the floor. I knew I couldn't save myself from this one.

"Y/N!" Dustin left Eddie and came over to me as fast as he could. "Holy shit!"

"Does it look that bad?" I tried to smile, but even the thought of it made my whole body ache.

"No! We're going to get you fixed up, we're going to go home, and we'll call a hospital, and you'll be fine" He started to cry even more, caressing my face.

"Dustin, I can't move" I said with difficulty, closing my eyes from exhaustion.

Eddie offered to carry me in his arms, and we stayed in the van, sitting on Eddie's couch. We planned to wait for the others to cross, we couldn't do it alone, not in these conditions.

Dustin and Eddie spent the next few minutes trying to keep me awake and one hundred percent awake. I felt myself losing more and more blood with each passing second. My strength was draining away. I couldn't hold on much longer.

"We won, guys, we won!" Robin came in cheerfully, behind her came the others. They were all happy.

Dustin looked at them, still crying. He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but only sobs came out.

The others looked at each other worriedly, approaching him to ask what happened. I guessed it was so dark they couldn't see all the blood I haved lost.

"Don't cry... Dustin" I realized my voice was barely audible. "You said it... remember? We're going to... go home and... call a hospital".

Dustin turned away, unable to see me. The others remained static, and Eddie just hugged me releasing a couple of tears that fell on my shoulders.

"Why... those faces? We won" I smiled, trying to keep from showing how much it hurt to talk.

"We did it, Y/N, we won" Robin came up to me, crying. She took my hand and looked at Eddie, who just shook his head.

I looked at Steve, who had sat on the floor in front of me, he kissed my forehead and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.

"You did great, honey".

I smiled, closing my eyes. The pain had begun to subside, and my body felt lighter.

"Remember what we talked about in... the trailer?" I started coughing loudly, feeling a thick liquid come out of my mouth. Eddie's grip tightened, as did Dustin's crying.

"The Harrington family?"

"Yes" My breathing began to slow, my eyelids felt heavier, I was sleepy. "About the... six mini Harringtons" I laughed as best I could, imagining what it would be like to have six Steve's running around the house. Robin and Dustin would take care of them.

I heard him let out a sort of laugh combined with a sob. I always loved his laugh, I felt complete when I could make him laugh at a difficult time for him.

"And we would go to California, to a beach" I felt his hand caress my cheek with great care. "The eight of us would watch the sunset, you'd be taking pictures of the scenery, and I'd scold the kids for going too far away".

I nodded, starting to feel a chill run through my body.

"And on the way we would play 'Crazy for you' by Madonna, do you remember the lyrics?"

"Of course I do" he waited a few seconds before he started singing softly, "Swaying room as the music starts..."

"Strangers making the most of the dark..." I used all my strength to open my eyes to look at him. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I really love you, Steve".

He shook his head, still crying.

"I'm sorry, you were right, about everything" He looked at the floor, and I closed my eyes again "Allyson, I..."

And then everything went black. I couldn't hear anything, all the pain I felt before was completely gone. And that's when I realized it was the end of me.

The price to pay for winning the final battle.

Masterlist

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.

Masterlist

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.

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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.

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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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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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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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Midnight Masterlist.

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cherry cola and popcorn (s.h.)

Steve Harrington was never one to repeat dates with you, someone he wanted to be his high school sweetheart for the rest of his life. But, when he realized how much you loved drive-in movie dates, he had to put that in the rotation of your dates. Tonight, though, was couples night at the drive in, and something just had Steve turned on. – 2.1K words

Steve wanted to get you flowers. Your favorite flowers, specifically.

He didn’t really get anyone flowers until he got with you, and he saw how much you loved getting them, so stopping by your house to pick you up for the movie before walking in to watch you lovingly cut the flowers to put into a vase.

After picking his favorite bouquet that reminded him of you, he walked back to his car and drove to your house to pick you up – aware of the fact that what he probably just thought up would most likely happen.

So when he knocked on your door and you opened it up, a black dress with a cherry pattern dotted all over the fabric and your neckline dropping low to show off slight bits of your pretty tits.

“Hey baby!” You giggled when you saw him, quickly taking the flowers. “Oh, they’re so pretty! Thank you, Stevie,” you leaned forward to kiss his lips as he walked inside, his hand settling in the small of your back as he followed you in. “What movie are we watching tonight?”

Steve hummed softly, kissing your temple. “Mmm, not sure. It’s Couples Night, so I’m assuming a romance.”

His words made you groan, sighing softly. “I hope it’s not one of those cringy ones.”

He smiled as he watched you take the flowers out of plastic, starting to take off the leaves and trim the stem. He knew you would do that, that’s how you always took care of your flowers.

“Would you rather that or erotica?” He laughed as you groaned, sighing.

“Honestly? Erotica,” you giggled as you cut the stems diagonally. “Better than some damn cringy ass romance.”

“You don’t like romance, baby?” Steve came behind you, holding your hips with a smile, tucking his face into the crook of your neck with a smile. “You don’t think I romance you?”

“I like the way you romance me,” you leaned back into him, smiling widely as you tilted your head to the side so he kissed against your skin. “Not the cringy romances on TV.”

He hummed softly as he let his hands trail down the smooth fabric of the dress, tilting his head slightly. “I love this dress. Is it new?”

You smiled, nodding. Steve always noticed the little things. “Mhm. Just got it.”

His hands started to go lower on your sides, his lips kissing firmly against your neck. The feeling made your head spin as you inhaled deeply, slowly putting the flower food at the bottom of the vase before filling it up with water.

“Think it might be my new favorite,” he whispers, biting his lip. “Definitely my new favorite, to be honest… looks so good on you.”

You hummed softly, nodding as you put the flowers into the vase. They fit perfectly. “Reminds me of cherry cola.”

He smiled. You loved cherry cola. “Then why don’t we go get your favorite from the drive in?”

You hummed, nodding. “Definitely. I got some allowance, too.”

Steve shook his head, kissing under your ear. “Uh uh… I invited you out, I’m paying.”

He was always like that, always a gentleman when he started taking you out on dates – and you at some points hated it. He really wanted to do as much as he could for you, and you hated it as much as you loved it, just because you really wanted to give back to him.

Still, he wanted to make sure that you knew that you could repay him in other ways, like wearing this pretty dress.

“Come on,” he whispered, smiling. “Let’s go. I don’t want us to be late.”

You hummed, nodding as you grabbed your purse and both of you walked out. He opened the door for you like a gentleman, helping you inside before going around and quickly getting in. Starting the car, he pulls you to the center seat making you giggle, wrapping one arm around your form and softly kissing your head before he drives off.

You let your hand settle on his thigh, tracing patterns against the denim before going up and down steadily. Steve knew how to hide the fact you were turning him on, for fucks sake, he had been hiding you ever since he met you.

So, as you drove towards the drive-in movie theater, the only thing on his mind was getting you that cherry cola. And, of course, some popcorn for himself.

Most of the time in this relationship, he wasn’t the one to think about himself, your pleasure and your happiness over his own. That was just the type of person that was in this relationship, his relationship with you.

So when you both finally got to the drive-in movie theater he painstakingly had to draw his attention from your fingers and to the teenage boy at the ticket stand. Steve had seen the guy around the school, and he looked even more tired here than he did at school.

Steve tipped him after buying the tickets, weaving through cars to get as close as possible to the screen as you started taking off your seatbelt. He turned off the car as you tugged at his jean jacket.

“Come with me to the snack shack?” Your voice was slightly whiny as you looked up at him with wide eyes, teasing him.

How could he say no to that?

So, he followed you to the snack shack, his hand continuously on the small of your back as you both went through the line where he watched you order a large and medium bucket of popcorn, with two cherry colas and a box of your favorite candy before you got to the cashier.

The girl told you the price and you held your hand out to Steve, your boyfriend already putting his wallet in your hand as he gathered everything that you had purchased, positioning his arms expertly as you paid. You kept his wallet with you as you both walked back to the car, commercials playing as you got in and he passed you the drinks so he wouldn’t spill before going around.

He passed you the popcorn as you stuck a straw into your bottled cherry cola, sipping on it as Steve pulled you closer, softly kissing your head as you popped a piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“Want some?”

Steve shook his head as you pouted slightly, looking back at the screen as you fixed your dress. His hand slowly pulled away from your shoulders, fixing his position to the side as he let his head duck down to kiss into your neck.

His kisses were hot and wet, open mouth against your neck as you inhaled shakily, tilting your head to the side as you set the bottle and box of popcorn in his cupholders. “Stevie-”

He hummed, shaking his head into your neck as his large hand started to bunch up your dress. “Fuck, baby… I told you this is my favorite dress… it’s doing something to me, I swear,” he whispered against your neck, his tongue trailing the expanse of your collarbone. “Can I baby? Please?”

You couldn’t focus on his words, tilting your head back as his hands slowly explored your body, one gently pushing apart your thighs to let his fingers trail up and down your slit while the other cupped your braless tits.

“Please baby? I want you so bad, I promise I’ll be gentle…”

Steve was never gentle, not unless you needed him to be. And right now, with the way he was sucking and digging his teeth into your skin, you didn’t need him to be gentle.

“You don’t have to,” you whisper as he smiles into your neck, finally pulling away from your neck with slightly puffy lips. “J-Just… don’t make it so obvious.”

“Come here baby,” he whispered as he shifted you to the driver's seat, pressing the small switch on the side of the seat to lean his seat back. You yelped, not expecting it as he slowly ducked under your dress, groaning as he trailed his nose into your inner thigh. “Fuck, you never wear panties under dresses like this… it drives me fucking insane.”

You gasped as he nudged his nose against your clit, a breathy exhale against your fluttering cunt making your thighs twitch.

“Spread your legs for me baby…” he puts one of your feet on the resting spot meant for a driver’s foot and the other on the slight lift of the floor for the middle seat. “Mmmm, your cunt looks so fucking pretty…”

You could only imagine how you looked, absolutely soaked and your lips puffy as he let his tongue trail circles around your clit. His fingers slowly massaged against your entrance, his blunt digits making you squirm slightly as you whined and started to roll your hips.

“St-Stevie-”

“I know, babe,” he murmured, nodding into your slit as he let his tongue flick against your entrance to taste your perfect essence. “Fuck, you taste so good… so fucking good.”

You pushed your hands under your dress, bunching it up at your waist and lifting it to see Steve licking languidly up and down your slit. A shiver ran down your spine as you watched him, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucked against your clit, a whine leaving your mouth as he slowly pushed his fingers into you. He always stretched you out with his fingers before he pushed his tongue into you and used it to make you cum countless times.

“Steve,” you groaned as you tilted your head back, your thighs shaking as you held the back of his head, pulling him closer. “Fuck, Stevie-”

“I know,” he whispered against your clit, languidly pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your walls clamped down on his digits as he flexed them inside of you, slowly pushing all of those special buttons that drove you insane. “I know, baby, I got you. I know what makes you feel good.”

Oh, you knew that he knew what made you feel good.

He let his teeth trail your clit just how you liked it, and he let you guide his face with slight tugs on your hair as you bucked your hips. He let you fuck yourself on his fingers, only languidly pumping until he heard your moans get louder, pushing his fingers deeper and rougher to hit that special spot inside of you that he knew would make you come undone.

His fingers inside of you felt so good, he knew what he was doing, he always did. You knew as soon as you came on his digits, he would use his tongue to fuck into you until his jaw ached.

So that was what was on your mind as you whined loudly, bucking your hips into his fingers as his lips continued their assault on your clit, sucking and nibbling against the sensitive bundle of nerves that began to puff up at his constant stimulation.

“Come on baby,” he whispered against your clit, groaning softly as he pushed his fingers in down to his knuckles. “Cum.”

You wailed as your hand pressed against the window, trying to steady yourself as your other hand kept his face in your cunt, bucking your hips into his mouth as you groaned loudly. He laughed against your cunt, groaning as you continued to use his fingers, your walls clamping down onto his digits making him shift his mouth down to your entrance.

He twisted his hands so that his wrist was up, curling his fingers inside of you and opening his mouth as though you were giong to cum like a faucet.

You basically did, hips bucking on their own as your hand pressed into the window, your other fingers tugging his hair back as he stayed close to your cunt, wet squelching filling the car as you wailed. He was always so good at this, so so good…

When you finally came down from your high, hips rolling lazily with soft whines as he pulled his fingers out of you and looked up.

“You don’t think we’re done, do you baby? The movies still got time left, and I’m not leaving this damn drive in until I fuck you.”

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🍓 [ strawberry dreams ] — after reading your description of yourself, i will ship you with a character from the fandom of your choice/or a random character !

Hiii! i saw you were doing an event so, if this is okay, heres my description.💜

Im 5'2 with curly brown hair and ive got green\gray eyes. Im not very busty but ive got hips and strong legs. Im strong, not a body builder strong but i think you get what i mean...

Im an ENFP or an ESFP (Havent taken the test in a little while)and my enneagram is a 7 wing 8.

I love music and i am very serious about becoming a musician on my own. I sing, play the guitar, ukulele, a bit of piano and i write songs and poems.

I am very protective of my family and friends but when i get really mad i cry(then i gat mad that im crying and then i cry some more) I usually look after everyone, i was the eldest child in my family and often watched my siblings.

I am extremely competitive and flirty but its my personality. I love the banter, banter is life even if its dumb-

I get obsessed with things very easily (from movies to foods to people) and it makes it hard to keep relationships going cuz im always looking for that new excitement.

I can be very jealous if i feel one of my friends is ditching me (even if they arent.)

I can also be pretty mean, ill get in to a funk and just blowup at anyone and grudges usually dont last too long a week at max.

thanks for checking out the cozy cafe event !

i ship you with…

steve harrington !

— i have a lot of reasons for shipping you two together, but one big reason is because you both want excitement in a relationship. what started out as probably friends w benefits turns into the sweetest relationship you’ve ever been in.

— THE BANTER !? we all know that steve is Flirt King™ but with you?? whole different level because you respond to the flirting instead of blushing and looking away, which he finds super hot.

— there’s quite a bit of arguing, especially regarding steve’s friends, but eventually he realizes that they’re toxic and comes back to you, apologizing. you obviously say ‘i told you so’.

— he loves listening to you play guitar or the ukulele, and sometimes tries to sing along, but it’s super funny because he has no idea what pitch or tone is and it ends with everyone giggling.

— together, you both are the gang’s mom™ and dad™. steve’s obviously the mom, and you’re the dad who’ll beat anyone that even looks in the gang’s direction up. the dynamic is super cute.

— eldest/only child syndrome ALL THE TIME. constantly not feeling good enough is awful for both of you, but the other person always makes sure that the other knows their worth.

Warnings: ...you know the drill, plus my weird obsession with waterfalls, established relationship

Also no mention of names so it could be any fictional character... tell me which character came to mind when reading this fic

"Where are we going?" I ask in the chilly night air.

"You'll see. It's a secret." He responds cheekily.

Fine. Have it your way, I think quietly while cursing my choices in leaving the comfort of my bed to follow in whatever shenanigans he has planned. The sound of running water breaks my thoughts and I look at him expectantly. He just smirks and continues walking ahead. Cheeky bastard.

Soon after my eyes meet the sight of two glorious waterfalls. The awe that locks my body in the same place only lasts for a few seconds. I laugh delightedly and run towards the edge of the water.

"How did you-" the question starts to leave my mouth but is interrupted by "I know how much you like them, and thought we could make some memories here", that is whispered in my lips, sealed by a loving kiss.

I draw him closer, the heat of our kiss constantly growing. Groans and soft moans escaped both of us. After a breathless make-out session and many questioning look between us. He tears our clothes, leaving only our underwear to keep us semi-covered. Kisses that will definitely leave marks are placed on her neck, brutal ones, while he sucks and bites her soft spots making her turn into a puddle of pleasure and want in his arms as he carries her towards the waterfalls.

"What are you doing, we are in public?"

"Keep quiet then," he says as he directs us right under the falling water.

The temperature and the pressure of it is the first shock. But is forgotten shortly after as he hikes me higher and starts worshipping my tits. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth and plays with it, alternating between gently licking and forceful sucks accompanied by harsh bites, torturing me as he pinches with one of his hands and the other one. My hands fly to his hair pulling him closer, he happily obligates, chuckling at my neediness.

When he gets bored of his teasing, he lets go and rips my panties, which are thoroughly drenched both by my arousal and the water and removes his boxers.

"Ready?", he asks huskily.

"Yeah," I whisper, my voice unable to reach any louder tunes.

He connects our foreheads and keeps steady eye contact with me. He enters me in one swift motion, leaving both of us breathless and gasping for air. He sets a pace that hits every right spot just right, making me see stars, and moans flying out of my permanently open mouth. His movements are rough and deep at just the right speed. The water running down my body and the way his thrusts make me bounce… the insanity of it all driving me crazy and right at the edge. Only he would ever imagine doing such a thing. Getting me to such a beautiful place characterized by the waterfalls the one feature of nature I absolutely adore and thoroughly fuck me dumb until I can't remember my name, plaguing this place internally in my mind with this memory.

"You know what you are doing"

"About what? Getting you to cum in such a short time, yes I believe so."

"Everything, you planned this"

"Of course, I did, my love. Now scream my name as you come undone. I know you are close. I can feel it. Let go for me"

And that I did. His name yelled upward as my back arched, but getting lost in the force of the water. He continued riding out my orgasm. Kissing her chest, while driving into her hips, which were held in a tight grip and will be covered in hand-shaped bruises, losing themselves in the pleasure they felt. When they both came, they smiled at each other and silently thought about round two, no words needed to be said. As they ran and crashed into each other directly in the soil shit-eating grins plastered their faces.

"Now that we indulged in this one fantasy I believe that we should try one more."

"Which is?"

"Eat you out while in public, underneath the stars as you list each constellation you can think about." He whispered sweetly in my ear before leaving a butterfly kiss on my pulse point, feeling it jump in excitement. He crawled backwards placing both of my thighs on his shoulders and covering them in hickeys. Once he was satisfied with covering me up with his marks, he delved into my pussy. This was the first time I stuttered while listing my favourite constellations and the stories behind their names.

Teasing licks placed here and there, driving me crazy with want. My hands flew around to find something to steady me and my head never stayed still, being slowly covered in soil and fallen leaves. The flat of his tongue moved from bottom to top collecting everything that was dripping, earning highly praised whines. Things changed soon though. His movements became more frantic. His tongue flew in and out of her while he swallowed everything I offered him, flickering my clit and sucking at it making black spots dance in my hazy vision.

Heaven must feel like this, they both thought.

"What about Cassiopeia?" He asked, reminding me of the task at hand.

"She- Oh God… yes… just like that. Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

"Like that?" He hummed teasingly, as he devoured my whole being. The messy hair, the glistening skin covered in water and sweat, the pink tint in the cheeks, the already forming hickeys, everything seemed godlike to him.

"I'm close"

"I know. I got you"

As these words were spoken, heavy rain broke down, making every sensation hit them tenfold. He collected me in his arms, rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"We should do this again," I said into his skin

"God, if we don't have a fever we will be so lucky."

"Well, in my perspective we will get sick either way. Why don't we stay and try other fantasies"

"I love the way you think," he said as he leaned back into the soil, giggles breaking the pitter-patter of the rain, leading to an unforgettable night.

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