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steve harrington x reader — stranger things x bridgerton au
request – Duke Steve getting irritated with Lady Whistledown for making his intended sound desirable to the other lords looking for a successful match.
Dearest Gentle Reader,
As the Queen prepares to select her Diamond of the Season at this week’s Evening Ball at Irving Hall, I am starkly reminded of the competitive nature with which young ladies push themselves for a chance to take home the esteemed title. This season holds many a rare beauty — it is anyone's guess to whom the Queen may choose. Between the charming Miss Christina Cunningham, the handsome Miss Tamara Thompson, and many notable names, our options are plentiful.
However, this author urges your eye to the unsuspecting wallflower making her debut after many years in the shadows of her elder brothers. Any eligible bachelor seeking an accomplished match should look no farther than the northside of Mayfair…
The men were seated together in the Harringtons’ reception room as Eddie read the pamphlet aloud. Steve continued to pace the length of the room while Jonathan attempted to talk him down, “Forgive me, but what is the issue with Lady Whistledown boosting the credibility of this lady?”
Steve huffed, head shaking as he moved to look out the window and across the street to your home. A line of suitors had already settled themselves in a line, waiting to be received. The Duke could hardly keep his composure intact, “There is no issue. Why should I take issue with this ghost writer who has suddenly set every other bachelor in London, if not the entirety of Britain, upon the lady whom I set my gaze upon.”
“Perhaps if you’d just asked her for a dance at the last ball, rather than vaguely staring at her from across the room, your competition wouldn’t have turned so fierce,” Eddie chuckled as he tossed another berry into his mouth.
“And perhaps, Edward, if Lady Whistledown were not so content with seeing me unhappy, none of this would be an issue,” Steve shook his head, jaw tight while he observed your coachmen escorting the line of bachelors into your home.
“You cannot believe Lady Whistledown to despise you, Steve. Don’t be dramatic,” Jonathan hummed, adjusting to sit straighter in his chair, “Besides, if you were to make your intentions known, I’m sure the lady would be agreeable in joining you for a promenade.”
“Well, obviously I thought about that, sir,” Steve scoffed, pausing as his eyes raked over Jonathan’s lounging position, “But that does me no good in—”
“Pardon me, Your Grace,” His valet entered the room, prepared to announce a guest.
Steve rolled his eyes, his youthful carelessness showing. He had no interest in guests while dealing with such a crisis, “Send them away, Thomas. We are not accepting guests at the present.”
“Sir, I believe you shall want to receive this guest,” Thomas gave his lord a pointed look to come look into the hallway.
While Eddie and Jon glanced between the Duke and his valet, Steve took a breath. His brow furrowed as he walked with a swiftness towards the foyer. As he descended the stairs, he captured a hint of a woman’s silhouette before a gentle giggle wafted through the halls.
Steve paused when you came into view, lingering in the entryway. His brown eyes widened, focused on each detail of you and how utterly perfect you looked, outlined by the proscenium of the hall. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards as he noted you welcoming one of the new maids, your bright disposition filling the room. He cleared his throat to make his presence known, “My dear?”
You paused your conversation, offering the Duke a polite smile and a curtsy as he approached, “Your Grace.”
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💌 just started the new season of bridgerton, and i can't help but to think about a stranger things x bridgerton au! let me know if you'd like to see more!
⋆˚࿔ thinking about Duke Steven Harrington, once engaged to the lovely Miss Wheeler, until she broke off the engagement. since then, every lady in the ton has chased after his affections, wishing that he might sign their dance card. but all the mamas have heard rumors of his rakish behaviors and indulgences. he's quite lucky that Lady Whsitledown has yet to expose him.
⋆˚࿔ thinking about Viscount Jonathan Byers, a reserved Lord who lingers near the walls of the party. rumors have long swirled around his family name, following his father's exit from society, leaving Jonathan the title of Baron. yet when his mama remarries Lord Hopper, Viscount Byers is set to inherit both estates.
⋆˚࿔ thinking about Baron Edward Munson, who has long rejected the motions of society. Lord Munson primarily uses his title to access the gentleman's club and London's artistic underground scene. if he attends a ball, he only stays the briefest amount of time before calling upon his carriage to return to his preferred haunts.
⋆˚࿔ thinking about Viscount William Hargrove, a brutish Lord who has recently returned from his travels across the continent. before he left last season, Lady Whistledown wrote of a rumor that the Lord had left a mistress with child. yet the rumor was disputed, and his return to society has been long anticipated ever since his sister, Lady Mayfield, became engaged to Earl Sinclair.
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gn!reader (i believe), friends to lovers, snowstorm happenings, steve the serial dater (...)
unedited, dialogue heavy. just needed to write something and get it out to bring me back into the groove. (IVE NEVER WRITTEN A KISS SCENE GOODBYE) i do apo;logize if the ending is rushed! ~1.3k
the crackle and warmth of the fire relax your muscles, allowing you to sink further into mrs harrington's plush carpet. you hear steve’s gentle footsteps down the stairs. you stare up at the popcorn ceiling, shadows of the fire entertaining you with a dance. mussed chestnut hair makes its way into your peripheral, steve tilts his head in question, “don’t tell me you caught a cold too.”
you close your eyes as you shake your head, “nah, i wore my jacket and scarf the whole day. she doing okay?”
the ‘she’ in question being robin, fast asleep in steve’s bed. a thermos of chicken noodle soup and ibuprofen on his bedside table. steve nods, and sits next to you, knees pulled up to his chest. he rests his forearms on them, “yeah, out like a light as soon as her head his the pillow. i was lucky enough to be able to put a blanket over her body,” he scoffs, not so much annoyed as he is amused, “like fuckin’ dead weight, i swear.”
you laugh softly in response, nudging his foot with your elbow, “y’check her pulse?”
steve rolls his eyes, teasingly poking the dip of your waist. touch gentle and playful, never harsh or rough. a beat passes as you both relish in the comforting heat coming from the hearth. crackles of firewood fill the living room. the glow of moonlight against snow brings the memories of the day back to you. sprinting out of family video to close shop early due to the weather. sledding with the party, making snowmen with el and will, robin sacrificing her scarf and toque for them. defending said snowmen from max and lucas, competing in an ‘all-out snowball war’ as declared by mike. eddie running away from hopper, who was bringing joyce’s infamous apple cider.
a smile rests on your face, genuine content filling up your heart. steve pokes you with his socked foot, “whatcha smilin’ about?”
“the snowstorm, gave us a chance to goof around with the party again.”
“oh, yeah. best day ever. finally scored a date with michelle too.”
you open your eyes, “oh right.”
the fire crackles and steve continues, “i mean, her taste in movies is kinda meh. but that’s just a little bump in the road, yanno? if she’s the one.”
you sigh and sit up to face steve, and you really get to see him now. face half-illuminated by the orange glow of the fire, cozied up in a random wool sweater. honey-coloured eyes viridescent in the moonlight. “you know, you really don't need to be concerned with finding ‘the one’ so fast.” his brows furrow in response— you continue, “its just that, you’re so hyper-focused on finding love that you aren’t able to see it's all around you.”
steve sighs softly in frustration, “you know that’s not—”
“no, i know. but i mean, in general. you keep looking for the type of love that’ll complete you, or make you feel complete. you’re draining yourself.”
the golden glow against his face flickers, the fire crackles as if it’s telling you to feed it. steve blinks, he diverts his gaze from you. gently, you grasp his forearm, “i love you steve.” his head raises, his eyes lock onto yours. mossy brown shines in golden light, filled with hope. his breath hitches, you clear your throat, “uh, we love you. robin, the kids, hopper and joyce… everyone.”
steve’s eyes stay locked onto yours, “by ‘here’ you mean…”
you run your hands through your hair, bringing a knee up to rest your forearm against it. you sigh, slightly annoyed, “no, steve. not nancy.’
“wha— no, no. not nancy, definitely not.”
you grasp onto his arms once again, “listen, steve. one day, you’re gonna meet someone. not now, maybe tomorrow, but definitely in the future. you’re not gonna expect it. maybe it’ll be long past the time of family video, where the water has taken us to different paths. but you will, “you gulp down the knot in your throat, “find someone. and they’re going to be so, so lucky to have you as their life long partner.”
steve shakes his head, a loose spitcurl falling in front of his forehead, “no, no…” he breathes out your name in amusement, like he’s been searching for sunglasses that were on top of his head, “i don’t mean nancy.”
you quirk your head to the side, unnoticeably so, but steve sees you and continues, “you’re right. i’ve been putting my all into trying to find something that’ll fill the… i-don’t-know, hole in my heart, or whatever. but i— i think i know now.”
you furrow your brows in confusion, looking off to the side before meeting steve’s eyes once again, “what?”
the boy in front of you takes a deep breath, “there’s always been this person, in the back of my mind, that i’ve always told myself is untouchable.”
immediately, you shake your head. you know where he’s going with this, “no. no, steve i’m not going to be—”
as you stand up, steve follows you. breathing out your name in exasperation, he grasps your hand, “they’ve always been out of reach, someone i knew i could never have.” you stop, but don’t meet his gaze. he tilts his head to try to catch yours, “earlier, do you mean that?”
you look everywhere but his eyes, stammering, “i- i don’t know what you mean. i mean, you know what i mean. what i meant….”
steve smiles, his nose scrunches, “you love me, right?”
you miss it, eyes glued to the floor. you shrug, “yeah, uh, that’s what i said…”
the fire glows onto your face now. it flickers and it crackles, the boy in front of you holds onto both of your hands. “in the same way robin does?”
you shrug, turning away to hide the tears that well in your eyes. immediately, steve is concerned, gently cupping your cheek to meet your eyes.
“heyheyhey, its fine if you do. i’m sorry, i read this whole thing wrong.”
finally, you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes widened in complete confusion, “wait, what?”
it’s steve’s turn to be confused, his eyes flicker to the side and back to you. “you’re the person i’m talking about.”
your eyebrows shoot up in realization, your mouth drops in a silent ‘oh’. he continues, “sorry, sorry— i made this so awk—”
“i do! love you, i mean. in that way.”
steve’s expression softens, he cups both of your cheeks. the fire glows against his back, encapsulating the two of you in your own bubble. it crackles and you smile, grasping onto his wrists. he leans closer to you, “like, love-love me?” you nod, steve grins. he asks, “can i kiss you?”
you feel blood rush into your cheeks, your heart beats out of your chest. “yeah.” you whisper.
he leans in, you close your eyes. his lips slot perfectly against yours, you don’t care that they’re slightly chapped because it’s steve. the steve you went to high school with, who got roped into your babysitting gig. the steve you’ve always admired from afar. its awkward at first, but you find your rhythm. you move your hands to the nape of his neck and gently grasp at his hair. he cradles your cheek with the utmost softness, as if you would shatter. the warmth of his palm engulfs your neck. he breaks away hesitantly, leaning his forehead against yours, “i’ve always wanted to do that. i… i knew that if i ever had you that i’d screw it all up again.”
you shake your head, “no, never. you are scored on my heart, harrington. you’ve had me since day 1.”
he laughs, and his nose scrunches in that particular way that you love. “no way. asshole and all?”
you peck his lips, “unfortunately.”
he leans in and kisses you silly.
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