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Steve never smoked but it was easy with Eddie, he watched him at first, the way Eddie's whole body—sweaty and beautiful— would roll back, with a stupid joke, sometimes a punk song's beat, declaring it was over. His slender fingers fumbling with the ciggerate, holding it few inches away from his mouth to say something very silly, red and swollen from the kisses Steve gave him. Oh, how much Steve loved that, then later on he found himself joining him, their hands touching and despite just few minutes ago, when their whole bodies were pressing against each other, their lips glued, each breath, each moan, drowning in the other's mouth but this, Steve thought was another intimacy. He wrapped his lips around the warmness that belonged to Eddie, he was grinning at something he had said, his eyes lingering on Steve's naked body, dazed and glistening, he always did the talking after their 'arrangement', gossiping and giggling, saving them both from the awakard pause.

" C'mon, big boy." Eddie cocked an eyebrow, streching his hand, his veins purplish where Steve bit him sometime on their course.

" yeah, sorry." Steve ducked his head, his cheeks blazing with heat, giving back the ciggerate. Steve never thought he would be in love with a boy, but with Eddie, it was so freaking easy.

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.

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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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.

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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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The Day I'll Steal Your Breath Away | Chrissy Cunningham, The Soloist.

Warnings: Modern!Band! AU, Composer! Reader, BFF cousin, Steve being that BFF.

Chrissy Cunningham was tired of fame. She couldn't have friends, because they were all fake, she couldn't have a significant other, because most of them were fans obsessed with her, let alone her attempts to simply try to strike up a natural conversation with a person who crossed her path. This rejection of people caused her to drift further and further away from social gatherings and those so-called "friends," reducing her group to a few old high school buddies with whom she got along very well and who, to her good fortune, didn't need her fame. They were the members of Midnight. One of them stood out in particular, Steve. He was her greatest confidant, her role model, the person to whom, without a second thought, she would give her life. She never wanted to betray him, she would never want to break his heart with a stupid mistake, but, unfortunately, there are some things she cannot handle, and one of those was her heart. Chrissy couldn't stop hers from leaping when she met his best friend's cousin, someone who for her must have meant danger, sin, something forbidden and untouchable, but so tempting that, almost unconsciously, she was attracted to him more and more, and she didn't regret it at all.

"All I want is to love and be loved, is that so hard to understand?" said Chrissy, the frustration was more than clear in her voice.

"It is when you fixate on Steve's cousin" Eddie sighed, putting his guitar aside and approaching Chrissy. His eyes showed disappointment and pity "come on, Chrissy, there are hundreds of men out there, men who will love you for who you are."

"But none of them compare to him" she exclaimed in despair, tears stinging her eyes menacingly, "none of them take my breath away like he does, none of them will make my heart flutter and my breath catch" her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, a light coating of salt water building up on them, "none of them could fill that void that would fill my being by giving up without even trying."

They both looked at each other in silence, the sound of the clock hands increasing the pressure in Chrissy's chest. She wouldn't let herself fall, she was a strong woman or capable enough to keep going, even if Eddie or everyone else was against her.

"All right," Eddie muttered, picking up his guitar again, "but then don't come crying, because you know the first thing I'll do is yell an 'I told you so' at you."

(The green ones are seen from Chrissy's point of view, the black ones are narrated from your point of view) This story was made on the basis of a mini-album with the name "The day I'll Steal your breath away", It was originally much longer, but like Steve's, I had to shorten it. After the epilogue there will be a description of the character that is with Chrissy and his 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.

Intro | The Night We Met.

Track one | Get To Know You Better.

Track two | All I Want (Is You).

Track three | All I Think About Is You.

Track four | Tour Through Your Heart.

Track five | So That No One Finds Out.

Track six | Reencounter: The Beginning Of An "Us".

Outro | Better Than We Thought.

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Until We Become An Us | Jonathan Byers, The Producer.

Warnings: Modern!Band! AU, Actress! Reader, Grumpy x Sunshine.

Jonathan was something... special. He hated people, he liked to be locked up, alone, out of the cameras, working for his own money to support his family. In short, he was a bitter loner with a big heart. For him the world sucked, it was capitalism, a 'give and take', and there was nothing and no one to change his mind, or at least that's what he thought until a famous actress came into his life who was the opposite of him. A cheerful woman, someone who loved to share with people, to be outdoors, close to the cameras, working for herself, for her dreams and to help people in need. Their worlds collided and, to Jonathan's surprise, that collision would bring with it hundreds of emotions and ways of looking at the world.

"Jonathan?" you murmured with a big smile, your arms resting on the table in front of him, tapping your long fingernails against the wooden counter.

"Yes?" his voice was barely audible, but of course you understood, you always did.

"I think we could be good friends, that's if you'd open up even a little."

Jonathan turned his gaze to you, his eyelashes fluttering slowly.

"Did you smoke something?" his face was serious, but that didn't stop you from laughing jovially at what you thought was a joke.

"Of course not, I just can't help but think that if we tried we'd be very close" a friendly smile caused his cheeks to paint slightly pastel pink. It was very cute, you thought.

"That's ridiculous."

(The pink ones are seen from your point of view, the black ones are narrated from Jonathan's point of view) This story is based on scenes from a screenplay. After the epilogue [The End] there will be a description of the character that is with Jonathan 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 | A sweet cold heart.

First Scene | An annoying little honey pig.

Second Scene | The frog that became a prince.

Third Scene | If you ever need me, I'll be there.

Fourth Scene | Daisies over roses.

Fifth Scene | To give my heart.

Sixth Scene | The story of the frog and the little pig.

The End | And they lived happily ever after...

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A Second Chance | Billy Hargrove, The Bassist.

Warnings: Second Chance, Modern!Band! AU, Bassist! Billy, Designer! Reader.

Billy had never believed in love. His parents never loved each other, never showed him what love was, and he never knew how to show it, at least not until he met the most important people in his life: his friends. They were always there for him, they cried together, laughed together and made messes together. He loved them all equally, except for her. A beautiful, jovial, cheerful, sarcastic and very, very, outgoing girl. Billy loved her, no, he adored her, she was the love of his life. When they started dating, they both couldn't even contain their excitement. Billy was just making his debut on Midnight, his fame wasn't big yet, but he was satisfied with his life, but, unlike him, that jovial girl he loved so much didn't think so. She loved him, very much, and she knew that, if he stayed by her side, his fans would not stand for it. She knew this environment well, and she could not allow herself to be a nuisance for Billy, to fulfill that dream that excited him so much. That's why, one of those many nights when they stayed together at each other's house, she made the horrible decision to leave him a letter with a clear and concise message: 'We broke up, please don't look for me'. And so, without a second thought, she fled his side forever, leaving Billy torn up inside, with hundreds of questions and zero answers. Now, years later, their past seems to haunt them relentlessly, something that, for both of them, causes them indescribable fear and desire.

"I see we meet again," Billy said, walking up to your side with a glass of wine in his hand.

"I'm afraid so" despite your immense urge to vomit, you took your whole glass in one sip, trying not to expel it out of your mouth the instant after.

"We have a lot to talk about" he looked at you, fixed and deep. The guilt began to return, too strong, too sudden.

"No, we have nothing to talk about" you set the cup down on the marble balcony, afraid to use too much force, but it didn't break, so you just went on your way. Or at least you tried to.

"You know better" Billy stopped you, taking your wrist firmly, but without hurting you.

He pulled you close to him, too close for your liking, too close for your heart. He was afraid you'd leave him again, that you'd go away without explanation, that you'd be just a passing person in his life, leaving a mess in his.

"I deserve an explanation" his warm forehead collided with yours. Their breaths mingled and your lips parted. You wanted to tell him, you wanted him to know, but the fear was greater, your desire to run away was even more so, "just...don't leave me, not again."

(The red ones are seen from your point of view, the black ones are narrated from Billy's point of view). After the epilogue there will be a description of the character that is with Billy 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.

Him | The Day I Left You.

Her Voice | Ghost Memories.

His Eyes | I Want To See Them Bright.

Her Freckles | My Heart Beat Again.

His Hair | This Is My truth.

Her Smile | Enlighten My Life, Stay With Me.

His Love | All Of Me.

Her | "Us".

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Hello can you accept this request of the prompts '2. We are locked in...' , '21.- I'm sorry', '37.- I was such a fool', '41.- How could you' and '48.- I'm never leaving you' for a Divorced!Jonathan Byers x Divorced!Reader (both with kids) fic in which they meet again at a High-school reunion in the 2000s, that is in a hotel and when they try to leave using the elevator, they get stuck there and start talking about their lives and their past when they used to be childhood friends until high school when reader started to change to be popular and left him, and they discuss many things until they made up when the elevator starts to work again, to finally they exchange number to keep in contact with each other.

A New Beginning | Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader.

a/n: First of all, credits to my friend @alex-walker-86 because she helped me with the title 💕 and second, I LOVED this idea, I don't know who you are, but I adore you, kisses to your wonderful imagination 😘. I had to change the 48 a bit, to make it look good, hope you don't mind 😔.

Warnings: Jonathan and reader divorced, Jonathan and Reader single parents (It says so in the request, but I put it as a precaution ^^).

Words: 2.5k

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your dress with your hands. You walked around, checked your hairstyle and makeup, you wanted to look decent, rather, you wanted to avoid looking like a 38 year old woman with a divorce in progress and an eight year old child you loved with all your soul.

"Still getting ready?" you turned to look at Steve. He was with his arms crossed, smiling broadly in a teasing manner, "Hey, pretty, you look amazing."

He walked over to you, grabbing your shoulders and leading you out of the bathroom. As you complained to him about how he had no right to kick you out of your own bathroom, you managed to catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eye as Steve's girlfriend - whom he had miraculously been dating for almost half a year now - played happily with your son, Daniel.

"Why did you bring your girlfriend?" you frowned. It didn't bother you, but it seemed odd.

"We were supposed to go to dinner with her parents today," he sighed, leaning his full weight on you, ignoring your complaints, "but then you called me to ask for help with Dani and I couldn't say no."

You grimaced as you watched him sigh in love. You loved seeing him happy, but that didn't take away from the fact that it made you nauseous to see him being so mawkish with her or with anyone, especially if it was with you.

"When I told her I thought she was going to be mad, but she offered to come over with a big smile and canceled dinner without hesitation, don't you think she's a sweetheart?" You quickly brushed it aside, rolling your eyes jokingly.

"I'm glad you're happy and in love and all that shit, but that's not why I called you" you grabbed your wallet and walked over to your son. He had slightly tanned skin, eyes as dark as night and straight black hair. How happy you were that he looked like you and not his idiot father. "Honey, I'm leaving now."

You bent down to his height, giving him a resounding kiss on the forehead, laughing at the sight of your pink lipstick mark on it. You shook your head as you watched him try to remove the stain in vain, grumbling under your breath.

"Bye, Mom," he gave you a smile, one that made you feel a comforting warmth in your chest. You loved this child.

"Bye, Y/N" smiled Steve's girlfriend, holding some action figures of your son in her hands.

"Bye" you waved goodbye to her with a nod, walking to the exit door.

"I'll be right back" said Steve, kissing his girlfriend shortly, laughing as he heard Daniel pretend to retch, "Shall we?"

You walked out as soon as Steve opened the door for you, walking to his car. You always envied his life, in the financial sense of course. Even now he had the best of the best, and it was all thanks to his modeling job. How lucky were people with a good physique and charisma.

"Ladies first" you laughed exaggeratedly as you watched him open the passenger door for you, but you didn't hesitate for a moment to get in.

After a few seconds Steve was already in the driver's seat, turning on the radio after having started the car. The trip was silent, you had nothing to talk about and neither did he, at least not something that really interested you, so you both chose to let the music invade the atmosphere.

"Well," said Steve after about ten minutes of driving, "looks like we're here."

You nodded in agreement, looking at the fancy hotel your former classmates had decided to have the reunion at. You had no idea where they got the money to pay for it, but you didn't plan to complain.

"Thanks for the ride, and for taking care of Daniel," you said quietly, unbuckling your belt and letting out a heavy sigh. Again the nerves set in.

"It's nothing, you know I love kids" a kind smile appeared on his face, eliciting a chuckle from you. At what point had the great king of Hawkins, Steve Harrington, turned into a caring adult who was on the prowl for a wife and six small children?

"Anyway, go later" you got out of the car, still laughing, "remember to come get me, keep an eye out for the phone."

He nodded quickly, starting the car and disappearing into the night streets after a few seconds. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering slightly. It was colder than you thought it would be.

You entered the hotel, walking towards the receptionist and giving her your ID card. You saw her check a list and write something on it, then she gave you directions and you went to the elevator.

You pressed the button and waited a few seconds for it to open. You entered at a slow pace, trying to think of what you would tell your old friends why you had disappeared for two decades. Sure, the answer was obvious, they were all shit, you didn't want them in your life, not anymore, but you didn't want to tell them that, at least not today.

The elevator door began to close. A hand got in its way, making you open your eyes in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the man muttered, crestfallen, entering, trying to fix the sleeve of his suit, "I didn't mean to, but I really needed to get in and..."

You both looked at each other in surprise at the sight of the other's face. Your lips trembled slightly, his shoulders tensed at the same time. The elevator door closed.

"Jonathan" you murmured, turning over the bracelet you had decided to wear as an accessory for tonight, "it's been a while."

"Yeah..." he nodded, standing next to you, both of you looking at the elevator door. He looked too uncomfortable. "I guess we haven't talked since '83, huh?"

You tried to salivate, closing your eyes tightly. That was the year Will disappeared. The year you got sick of living in the shadows like a weirdo. The year you cut yourself off forever from him, from your lifelong best friend until that moment.

"Yeah, I guess so" you took a breath, shifting your foot impatiently, how long was this taking to go up?

You didn't want to keep talking to him, you wanted to run away, get some air, maybe a drink, no, the whole bottle of Champagne. With that thought in mind you tried to hold on for the rest of your trip. At least until the elevator moved abruptly, causing you both to stumble and fall to the floor.

"Oh, shit" you grunted under your breath, rubbing your hip and watching as Jonathan tried to call for help via the emergency button.

"Couldn't you fix it faster?" his voice sounded calm, too calm for the situation you both found yourselves in. You heard a male voice say on the other end 'sorry, we can't do anything for at least the next half hour'.

You banged your head against one of the walls, stretching your legs out on the floor and shivering slightly as you felt the cold on your legs.

"Well, looks like we're locked in..." said Jonathan, taking a seat across from you. He stretched his legs out as well, lightly brushing against yours.

"Yeah, I think I noticed" you grimaced as you saw Jonathan's expression at your sarcasm. You cleared your throat, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for talking back to me like that, or something else?" He raised his eyebrows, trying to connect their gazes, "because, as far as I remember, you're not the kind of person who would apologize for using sarcasm."

You sighed, holding your head with both hands. Suddenly your throat felt tight and your heart began to ache. You hated remembering that time, remembering how you treated Jonathan just because you want to be popular.

"That's not why I meant it" or at least you thought it was, you weren't even sure. After you left Hawkins High School you never saw him again, you could never apologize to him for everything you did to him. "Even though I should, I was such a fool at the time."

"Yes, you were" he replied mockingly, gently kicking your thigh. You looked at him in surprise, why was he acting like that? Was it a joke? "I think I understand why you did it though."

"Oh yeah?" you frowned as you heard him laugh out loud. You were seriously confused, "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?"

"It's just..." he closed his eyes, trying to take a deep breath so he could speak without laughter in between, "it amuses me to see how confused you look" a friendly smile made your heart skip a beat, "Y/N, it doesn't matter that you were a 'merciless bitch' back then, I'm over it" he tapped your thigh softly again, this time with an even bigger smile, "we were teenagers, stupid, impulsive, wanting to be accepted."

"Yeah, well, I'm still sorry I acted like a 'merciless bitch', you didn't deserve it" this time you smacked his thigh, looking down at your hands. You hadn't felt like that in a long time. "Don't think I'll repeat my apology."

He laughed again. You looked at him again. The confinement was beginning to become more bearable.

Jonathan put his hand to his forehead, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face, it was the first time you had seen him so concerned about his appearance. It was the first time you saw the white mark of a wedding ring on 'that' finger.

"What's that?" you pointed at his finger, feeling too curious to hold back the question.

"Oh," he lowered his hand, looking at the mark on the wedding ring, "it's proof that I'm divorced."

"I'm sorry" you mumbled quickly, knowing how awkward it was to have someone ask you about that. "I didn't know."

"How could you...?" He raised his eyebrows, expectantly.

Your cheeks tinged pink. You felt stupid right now.

"Right..." you cleared your throat, hugging your legs, "Nancy?"

He nodded, an overly deep sigh made you remember how terrible it was to go through all that, especially if you had a child.

"We got to a point where neither of us could find a reason to be together" he shrugged, "I think we were together these last few years just out of simple habit...and Amy, of course."

"Amy?" You cocked your head to the side, trying to remember some Amy.

"My daughter," he smiled sweetly, pulling his wallet out of his back pants pocket, "She's ten years old."

He took a photograph from one of the wallet's compartments. In it was a smiling little girl, without a set of teeth, with curly blonde hair and beautiful brown eyes; she looked like a little angel.

"She's beautiful, Jonathan" you smiled almost helplessly. She reminded you of your little boy, your reason for living.

"I know" he nodded proudly, taking the picture as soon as you handed it to him and putting it away carefully, "I'm not lying when I say she's a lovely little girl."

"I believe you" you laughed nodding, watching as he began to ramble on about how proud he was of his baby girl, how smart and talented she was... you were beginning to wonder if your ex-husband talked about Daniel like that. You didn't believe it, but you didn't care, you could give him all the love he needed all by yourself.

"I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away" he mumbled embarrassed after a few minutes, coughing slightly to cover the embarrassment in his voice, "tell me about yourself, we've only talked about my life."

"Well" You raised your hand, pointing to the finger where a few years ago your ring had been, "I'm also divorced" you smiled bitterly, lowering your hand heavily, "truth be told, I'm not sure what I saw in that idiot, but just as you see, things didn't work out."

"I'm sorry," he grimaced, crawling to your side and leaning his shoulder against yours. Barely a graze.

"It doesn't matter, I don't see him anymore anyway" you picked your shoulders, "and besides" you smiled, looking at Jonathan. Ah, if only you could have seen how your eyes sparkled at the memory of Daniel, "thanks to him I have Daniel".

"Your son?" He murmured in surprise.

"The one and only" you laughed, sighing with joy, "he's eight years old, I don't have pictures of him here, but believe me when I tell you he looks just like me."

"Then he must be very attractive" he joked, tapping your shoulder playfully.

"He is, he's the cutest boy in his class and..." you fell silent as you felt the elevator make an annoying noise and start moving.

You looked at Jonathan. He looked at you. Silence returned.

"Well, at least now we won't be starving" you laughed as you listened to him, shaking your head slightly.

Just as you were about to say something to him, his phone started ringing. You watched him pick it up and sigh as he saw who it was. You fell silent as he signaled you to wait.

"What happened?" he mumbled seriously, looking uncomfortable, "again? I thought we had agreed that you wouldn't do any more meetings in your days with her..." he sighed heavily, looking at the elevator door, "fine, I'll go there, don't leave until I get there."

And he cut the call.

"Everything okay?" you asked cautiously. It seemed to be a sensitive subject for him.

"Yeah, it's just Nancy," he mumbled, putting his phone away and dialing floor one, "she had a last minute meeting and won't be able to see Amy, so I'll have to come back."

"Oh, sure, I understand, it's happened to me a hundred times" you laughed nervously. Of course you knew the comp felt, and you also knew that a good father would do these things for his daughter, but you had liked talking to him. You wanted to keep having these kinds of talks with him.

He smiled, softly and tenderly. He helped you up from the floor. The door opened.

"Now that we meet again," he murmured close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, "I'll never let you go, not as easy as twenty years ago."

He handed you a slightly crumpled piece of paper and helped you off the elevator, stepping back into it. Your cheeks burned too much, but you still didn't look away from him until the doors were completely closed.

Only then did you look down to see the paper. You unwrapped it carefully, frowning in confusion as you saw that it had something written on it.

'I had hoped that we would meet again today, and the fact that you read this confirms it. I'll leave you my number so you can call me and we can get back in touch. Thank you for giving us a second chance to meet'.

"Idiot" you muttered with a smirk, tucking the paper carefully into your bag, thinking about how to ask Steve to start getting the idea of coming to visit Daniel more often.

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Fate Or Chance | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

a/n: As I said before, I was preparing a special for my birthday because, why not? I'll give you the synopsis below, I plan on it being a bit long, so I won't post it right away 💔 that and I'm doing a daily writing challenge and I have 5 pending lol. Btw, I'll upload another mini shot of Steve half Fluff soon 💕.

Since you were young you always knew that love was not your thing. It's not that you didn't want to love and be loved, but the world made it too hard for you. All the guys you tried to date were first rate jerks, and the ones you didn't were just bored with you for being so insecure when it came to dating. Yes, your love life sucked, but still, every day when you were alone, you would stare silently watching the cloying couples stroll down the street with their fingers intertwined, wishing that, someday, you might find that special someone.

Steve, on the other hand, was almost on the same level as you. After years of trying to get over his first love, Nancy, Steve was completely overwhelmed by what it meant to be in a relationship. He was already 27 years old and couldn't even remember ever having a relationship long enough to call it that, and it had him so depressed. He couldn't help but wonder to himself if he was the problem, if this was all fate trying to make him pay for all the mistakes he made as a teenager, trying to find the "why" to something that just didn't make sense or reason.

Both of you hated fate for doing this to you, but, one day, a series of coincidences caused you to join paths in a small movie theater in the center of the city; both, incredulous young people surrendered to love, had no idea of the great change that this coincidence would have in your lives, but what you were sure of was that neither of you would regret this encounter.

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Ghostface | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

a/n: Mini shot about Eddie that I made for a friend 💕 has context, maybe I'll upload it later.

Warnings: Mentions of murder, Ghostface!Eddie, a little smutty, blood.

Words: 596

A soft gasp escaped of your lips, a gasp that was soon accompanied by a tug on the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Eddie" you murmured close to his ear, pulling his head even closer to your neck, "I love you".

For a second Eddie remained static. He was aware that what was going on between the two of you was not right, it was something extremely immoral and cruel, the fact that Leo was dead because of him only made it worse. But he couldn't let that stop him, much less now.

He has made many mistakes in his life, so many that he couldn't even count them all because he has forgotten most of them. Of all those mistakes, this was the only one he would not regret. He would do anything to get an "I love you" from you, absolutely anything.

"Me too" he lightly squeezed your waist, licking your sensitive spot near your ear. A mean smile came across his face as he felt you writhing beneath him "I love you so much that sometimes I feel like I could go crazy".

He ran his hands down your hips, caressing every spot of your skin that might have peeked out from under your clothes. The kisses began to become messier, the touches no longer innocent, much less teasing; you seemed ready to accept him into your life, and he was ready to ruin it.

He ran his hand up your thighs, reaching up your skirt to touch the fabric of your underwear. For a second he thought he has stopped breathing.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He murmured, stopping all his movements to give his full attention to what you wanted to say.

"I'm absolutely sure" a warm smile made a flutter form in his stomach; he was in heaven itself.

He moves in to kiss her, slower this time, more passionately. His hand began to toy with the thin fabric covering your wet center. Teasing you in this way inevitably made him feel much more aroused than he thought he would ever be in this situation.

A high pitched moan came from your lips as he touched your center through the fabric. He was nervous, too nervous, he has never been with a girl before, he has no idea how he should be or how he should act.

"Tell me if you want me to stop" He pushed aside your underwear, brushing your center with his fingertips.

He kissed every bit of skin he could find, he moved his fingers to the spots he knew could cause your pleasure, he wanted your first time to be completely perfect and exciting for you, because this was about you, absolutely and totally about you.

"You are so beautiful" he whispered close to your chest, kissing and nibbling your collarbone "You are just fucking perfect".

He smiled as he felt your hand brush against his neck, pulling him into you tightly. She seemed almost as excited as he was, and he loved that.

"I promise I'll make you feel good" he bit your neck hard, tasting your blood. It tasted even better than he thought it would, "so good that you'll forget all the men you've been with in the past and only be able to think of me".

He licked his lips, tasting your blood and looking directly into your eyes. You looked like a mess, your hair was in disarray and your eyes seemed to be covered in a cloud of arousal. He was going to enjoy this.

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Steve Harrington, Day two: Condom.

Day two of the writing challenge!! Short but concise [kisses on the forehead to @alex-walker-86 for helping me with the traduction 💕💕].

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Fluff [as always, lol].

You swallowed as you felt Steve's cool fingers brush against your sensitive skin. His hands worked deftly, unbuttoning your shirt in record time. You were anxious.

"Do you really want to do this? Because I can stop" Steve murmured somewhat nervously, his gaze always on yours, burning you, showing you how much he could come to love you.

You nodded with confidence. You would never doubt Steve, much less when it came to you. You knew he loved you like no one had ever loved you before, he showed it in his actions, his words, his "I love you" disguised as "I like you", in the fear he had of losing you and in everything he gave and would give for you. And, of course, you felt that way about him too, that was always clear to you.

"Go on, I'm ready" you whispered, watching as Steve reached over to the cabinet next to his bed and pulled out a condom. You couldn't help but smile at how nervous he was. This wasn't the first time for either of you, but it was so hard not to be nervous when you loved each other so much.

"Well, I think you're wet enough that it doesn't hurt," he said more to himself than to you. Despite that, your cheeks couldn't control the deep red, "tell me if it hurts, okay?".

You nodded, watching as Steve took his cock in his hand and wrapped it in a thin transparent coating. You were too eager.

"Okay, here I come, honey."

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Eddie Munson, Day Two: Condom.

Just like day one, this shot is from an AU I did with my friend, so, again, a little context: Thanks to a series of events, you, an honored scientist, achieved one of the greatest achievements in history, creating a time machine, a machine you used to travel to one of the best-selling eras on television: the western voyage. There you met three people who would change your life: Steve Harrington, one of the richest men in town; Allyson Miller, the sheriff's daughter; and, most importantly, Eddie Munson, a bandit wanted for the murder of Chrissy Cunningham, the mayor's daughter.

Your hands went down to Eddie's belt, unbuckling it awkwardly. You yanked it tightly, startling Eddie. Without taking your eyes off his, threw the belt away from both of you, tangling your fingers in the edges of his shirt and tugging it off over his head.

"Shit, wait, I wasn't ready for this" Eddie muttered, stumbling over his words. His cheeks and neck were slightly flushed, his pale skin had purple and red blotches that indicated he hadn't been alone tonight, let alone arrested.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, frowning in confusion. It had all been perfectly clear to you. You wanted to sleep with Eddie and vice versa, you both loved each other and wanted to give each other a chance, so why not be ready?

For a moment, you thought it might be the fact that Eddie didn't have condoms, but then you remembered where you were. In this decade there wasn't even consent, much less a decent method of protection. You sighed as you remembered that before all this craziness you had gotten his birth control shot.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be all right, okay? I'll take care of you every moment" you caressed his cheek lovingly, smiling sweetly. Sometimes Eddie couldn't understand how you could be so changeable. He loves you. "I promise we won't get out of here as parents."

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Eddie Munson, Day Three: Breeding.

Warnings: MDNI, Farmer!Reader, Rich!Eddie [yes, rich], a little smutty.

"You better not make a sound, Eddie" you murmured between gasps, burying your fingernails in Eddie's pale, smooth skin. You smiled as you heard him moan at that.

"I-I'm trying, but you're not letting me have it easy, Y/N" Eddie said between sighs, letting his head fall back, his eyes closing tightly in ecstasy. He couldn't help but press his fingertips into your pelvis. He hoped it didn't leave any visible marks.

"I don't think your father would like to see us together" you joked, starting to jump faster and harder. If it weren't for the mention of his bastard of a father, Eddie would probably be a lot more excited right now.

"Don't talk about him when you're on me, it's weird" he muttered, grabbing one of your breasts and licking the pink button in the middle of it. He chuckled as he heard you let out a squeal.

"Shit" you gasped, leaning your forehead against Eddie's shoulder. You felt the knot in your stomach get even tighter, urging you to cum, "I-I don't think I can... go on much longer."

Eddie nodded, ready to take you and lift you off his lap, they weren't using protection, it would be too dangerous to cum inside you. He caressed your hips, ready to lay you on your side and help you reach his limit with his fingers.

"Don't even think about it" you grunted as you felt Eddie's hands try to pull you up, "I'm on birth control pills, so you can do it inside."

Eddie could only swallow saliva. He'd never done it with anyone, and, although the idea scared him a little, the feel of his semen meeting your juices made him squirm inside like he'd never done before. As Steve said, one time couldn't hurt, the chances of you getting pregnant were too slim to be true.

"Okay" Eddie whispered, a slight dark layer covered by his excitement covered his beautiful brown eyes. You had never felt so intimidated by Eddie's gaze, but the feeling didn't displease you at all.

Eddie leaned you back against the mattress, his thumbs gently brushing your waist, contrasting with the jerky movements of his pelvis against yours. Sooner rather than later, the gasps began to become moans, the movements, messy, and the knot in both your stomachs was too tight.

You were the first to cum. Your walls squeezed Eddie so hard that he had to stop his movements for a second in surprise. Eddie followed you almost instantly, coating your insides with his seed.

"I-I'll get a towel" sighed Eddie, brushing the curly hair off his forehead. He moved to tue lips, leaving a soft, affectionate kiss on them, "wait for me here, I'll be right back."

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I woke up a while ago and all I can think about is writing about the stages of a breakup based on the seasons and Taylor Swift songs [Summer: The beginning of love; Fall: The highs and lows of being in a relationship; Winter: The decline and breakup; Spring: Acceptance and a new beginning].

Would it be Steve's? Probably lol, although I would like to clarify that he wouldn't be the toxic partner the protagonist would be dating, he would just be that friend who has been in love for so long and tries to open your eyes, that friend who stays until the end not because he intends to be with you, but because he really loves you and cares about you and your feelings.

Flowers | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

Little intro, this is a Bridgerton au [yes, my friend and I are obsessed with that series and that's why we made this lol]. The context is simple: you, a girl who just wants to get on with her life as an artist, is forced to marry a nobleman after reaching the right age. That's where you meet Eddie, a young nobleman with quite a lot of charisma and much more liberal ideas than most men. The two decide to make a deal and pretend to love each other [we love sham marriage here] so you can each fulfill their dreams.

Warnings: Fluff, Bridgerton!au, reader has a little brother.

"Y/N" said Eddie with a big smile. He was carrying a large bouquet of flowers in his hands. among them were some big, bright sunflowers and.... What were those flowers that went next to the sunflowers? "At last we meet again."

Your heart stopped for a second as he felt Eddie's soft lips collide with your cheek. You couldn't remember how or when, but for some reason, Eddie irrevocably had you at his feet, and you didn't regret it at all.

"Eddie" you murmured almost breathlessly, from that distance he looked even better. You tried to put the thought out of your mind. 'This is just a deal, Y/N', 'he doesn't think of you that way, Y/N' you kept repeating to yourself, but those big puppy dog eyes and that expressive smile made you fall for him again and again and again, you didn't even try to disguise it anymore. "You came, and with a present."

Eddie looked down, almost as if he'd forgotten he was bringing that ridiculously large bouquet of flowers. "Oh, this," a beaming smile decorated his face along with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks, "I bought them for you. They were a little hard to come by, but I managed to get it to look the way I wanted."

"Difficult why?" You frowned slightly, taking the bouquet from Eddie's hands. No doubt it was beautiful.

"Well" he scratched his messy hair nervously, his eyes running away from yours all the time, "your brother told me that you really liked flowers, especially sunflowers, so I thought about bringing you a bouquet with them, but there was no flower I liked" his tone was getting lower and lower, as the blush on his cheeks spread to his ears and neck, "I was doing some research and I discovered this flower; it's called Lisianthus."

You smiled in amusement. You had never heard of that flower, but the fact that he had done research just to give you such a beautiful bouquet like that made you want to shed tears from emotion. You had been overly sensitive lately.

"When I read what they meant, I knew they were the ones."

"And what do they mean?" You both exchanged glances, both breathless.

Eddie was afraid to tell you the truth, but he knew he would be unable to lie to you. He knew there was no chance that the love was mutual, he reminded himself of it every day before he slept and dreamed of your beautiful smile, he reminded himself of it every day before he came to visit you and be mesmerized by the beauty of your eyes and the beautiful freckles that evenly decorated your cheeks, and yet, every time he woke up, every time he said goodbye to you, his heart pounded incessantly, betraying any kind of sanity he might have had.

"They mean..." he gulped, averting his gaze from yours, he wouldn't be able to see the rejection on your face. "love and commitment. As described in the book, the Japanese flower serves as a way of expressing the desire for the recipient."

You stifled a gasp, your eyes widened and your lips parted slightly. Eddie's face was now no longer the only one flushed.

"You... why...?" the words weren't coming out of your lips the way you wanted them to, but it was inevitable, you was too shocked to even think straight.

"You don't need to say anything" an almost invisible smile appeared on his face. You couldn't help but shrink in place as you felt his hand rest on your head and mess up your hair playfully, "I know we're only word fiancés, but I wanted you to know that, at least in my heart, there will always be room for our love."

As quickly as it appeared, his hand moved away, this time warming his pants pocket instead of your hair.

Your mind wasn't thinking straight, how could it after such a confession? You didn't understand how this could happen to you now, just when you had promised yourself not to fall for this pretty-faced idiot with a mood more broken than yours and your brother combined.

"I promise this won't change anything," Eddie said, breaking the silence that had fallen between both of you. "After all, before fiancés, we are allies, each other's only choice for freedom."

You wanted to answer him, to confess the truth, to tell him that the feeling was mutual, but apparently fate doesn’t want that. A horde of teenage boys appeared out of nowhere, taking Eddie with them, leaving you there, alone with your emotions, alone with that beautiful bouquet Eddie had given you, no, they weren't flowers, they were his raw feelings.

You couldn't help but smile, covering your face lightly with the bouquet. Ah, you couldn't wait to see him again.

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♡ Steve Harrington.

◇ Eddie Munson.

♤ Billy Hargrove.

☆ Robin Buckley.

♧ Jonathan Byers.

♡ If This Were Our Last Night | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

◇ Replay | Idol! Eddie x Idol! Reader.

◇ Starlight Redenzvous | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

◇ Love accident | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

☆ All too well | Robin Buckley x Fem! Reader.

♧ Bad Bye | Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader.

♧ To Happiness | Childhood Friends!AU, Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader.

♧ A New Beginning | Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader.

♧ High-toned kisses | Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader.

♧ How to say "I miss you" | Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader.

♡ Perfume | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ After The Disaster | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Stevie Cravings | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Dandelions | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Study Night | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Favorite Book | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Proposal | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Time For Us | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ NSFW Alphabet | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Crazy For You | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ "My Girl" | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Summer Afternoon | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Apologies | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Snow Ball | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Tina's Halloween Party | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Back To You | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

◇ Right Person, Wrong Time | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

◇ Subject 08 | Zombie!AU, Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

◇ Yours From Head To Toe | Kas!Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

◇ Ghostface | Ghostface! Eddie x Fem! Reader.

◇ Flowers | Bridgerton!AU, Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

○ Midnight Series | Band!AU.

♡ The Price Of Love / Part II / Part III | Yandere!Steve x Yandere!Reader.

♡ Titanic / Part I / Coming Soon... | Titanic!AU, Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

♡ Fate Or Chance / Coming Soon... | Modern!AU, Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

○ Kinktober | Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington.

♡ Fake It Till You Make It | Steve Harrington.

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 Day I'll Steal Your Breath Away | Chrissy Cunningham, The Soloist.

Warnings: Modern!Band! AU, Composer! Reader, BFF cousin, Steve being that BFF.

Chrissy Cunningham was tired of fame. She couldn't have friends, because they were all fake, she couldn't have a significant other, because most of them were fans obsessed with her, let alone her attempts to simply try to strike up a natural conversation with a person who crossed her path. This rejection of people caused her to drift further and further away from social gatherings and those so-called "friends," reducing her group to a few old high school buddies with whom she got along very well and who, to her good fortune, didn't need her fame. They were the members of Midnight. One of them stood out in particular, Steve. He was her greatest confidant, her role model, the person to whom, without a second thought, she would give her life. She never wanted to betray him, she would never want to break his heart with a stupid mistake, but, unfortunately, there are some things she cannot handle, and one of those was her heart. Chrissy couldn't stop hers from leaping when she met his best friend's cousin, someone who for her must have meant danger, sin, something forbidden and untouchable, but so tempting that, almost unconsciously, she was attracted to him more and more, and she didn't regret it at all.

"All I want is to love and be loved, is that so hard to understand?" said Chrissy, the frustration was more than clear in her voice.

"It is when you fixate on Steve's cousin" Eddie sighed, putting his guitar aside and approaching Chrissy. His eyes showed disappointment and pity "come on, Chrissy, there are hundreds of men out there, men who will love you for who you are."

"But none of them compare to him" she exclaimed in despair, tears stinging her eyes menacingly, "none of them take my breath away like he does, none of them will make my heart flutter and my breath catch" her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, a light coating of salt water building up on them, "none of them could fill that void that would fill my being by giving up without even trying."

They both looked at each other in silence, the sound of the clock hands increasing the pressure in Chrissy's chest. She wouldn't let herself fall, she was a strong woman or capable enough to keep going, even if Eddie or everyone else was against her.

"All right," Eddie muttered, picking up his guitar again, "but then don't come crying, because you know the first thing I'll do is yell an 'I told you so' at you."

(The green ones are seen from Chrissy's point of view, the black ones are narrated from your point of view) This story was made on the basis of a mini-album with the name "The day I'll Steal your breath away", It was originally much longer, but like Steve's, I had to shorten it. After the epilogue there will be a description of the character that is with Chrissy and his 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.

Intro | The Night We Met.

Track one | Get To Know You Better.

Track two | All I Want (Is You).

Track three | All I Think About Is You.

Track four | Tour Through Your Heart.

Track five | So That No One Finds Out.

Track six | Reencounter: The Beginning Of An "Us".

Outro | Better Than We Thought.

Midnight Masterlist.

Until We Become An Us | Jonathan Byers, The Producer.

Warnings: Modern!Band! AU, Actress! Reader, Grumpy x Sunshine.

Jonathan was something... special. He hated people, he liked to be locked up, alone, out of the cameras, working for his own money to support his family. In short, he was a bitter loner with a big heart. For him the world sucked, it was capitalism, a 'give and take', and there was nothing and no one to change his mind, or at least that's what he thought until a famous actress came into his life who was the opposite of him. A cheerful woman, someone who loved to share with people, to be outdoors, close to the cameras, working for herself, for her dreams and to help people in need. Their worlds collided and, to Jonathan's surprise, that collision would bring with it hundreds of emotions and ways of looking at the world.

"Jonathan?" you murmured with a big smile, your arms resting on the table in front of him, tapping your long fingernails against the wooden counter.

"Yes?" his voice was barely audible, but of course you understood, you always did.

"I think we could be good friends, that's if you'd open up even a little."

Jonathan turned his gaze to you, his eyelashes fluttering slowly.

"Did you smoke something?" his face was serious, but that didn't stop you from laughing jovially at what you thought was a joke.

"Of course not, I just can't help but think that if we tried we'd be very close" a friendly smile caused his cheeks to paint slightly pastel pink. It was very cute, you thought.

"That's ridiculous."

(The pink ones are seen from your point of view, the black ones are narrated from Jonathan's point of view) This story is based on scenes from a screenplay. After the epilogue [The End] there will be a description of the character that is with Jonathan 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 | A sweet cold heart.

First Scene | An annoying little honey pig.

Second Scene | The frog that became a prince.

Third Scene | If you ever need me, I'll be there.

Fourth Scene | Daisies over roses.

Fifth Scene | To give my heart.

Sixth Scene | The story of the frog and the little pig.

The End | And they lived happily ever after...

Midnight Masterlist.