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Floral Arrangements
Steve Harrington x Reader
summary | Steve loves giving you flowers, but doesn’t realize how much you love receiving them. (1k words)
content includes | tooth rotting fluff, gn!reader, Steve will do anything for you, he just can’t help himself, flowers, peonies, all anyone wants is to be gifted flowers.
notes | Steve and flowers. What more can I say? I have my requests open and here’s my masterlist ✩
Steve knows that flowers are a requirement in a relationship.
They can be used for any occasion- if he’s in trouble, if you’re having a bad day, if it’s just because. They come in all different shapes and sizes and colors. Giving you flowers is a whole other love language in itself. He learns the history of floral and fauna, the hidden meanings behind each bloom. When words fail, Steve feels that giving you flowers speaks more.
He’s on a first name basis with the local florist at this point. Mr. Milton is “an old geezer,” in his words, who loved gardening so much his wife forced him to open a store front so her own home wouldn’t become a greenhouse. He’s a squat guy, always dressed in his gardening clothes and has an errant dirt stain here or there. Every time Steve walks in to purchase the next arrangement, Mr. Milton insists on meeting “the lucky one.”. Steve always responds that he’s afraid you’ll leave him for Mr. Milton’s charms and direct connection to florals. He’s half-kidding since he’s seen the way your face immediately lightens up when presented with a new bouquet.
Delivery is also an engineered event. Sometimes Mr. Milton’s delivery guy drops them off at your work first thing so you’re greeted from the moment you walk in. Steve occasionally bribes Dustin with rides to and fro under the condition that he hand delivers your latest laurel. Steve will shyly hand you over the more romantic intentioned ones before going out on a date.
You always fuss over them, gushing about how gorgeous they are, and pull Steve inside your apartment so you can put them in water. You kiss his cheek and he’ll be on cloud nine for the rest of the evening, pleased with himself for his selection.
Steve’s messing around your living room while you’re putting on the final touches in the bedroom. He doesn’t mean to pry, he’s just fidgeting because he has finally worked up the nerve to ask you to move in with him or vice versa. He really didn’t care either way, he just wanted to wake up next to you in the morning and study your eyelashes uninterrupted by an alarm for work.
He’s flicking through some magazines and CDs of yours when he spots an old antique book under the coffee table. Thinking it’s one of Will’s, Steve pulls it out and flicks it open. Instead of drawings of knights and mages, he finds flowers between the pages.
Each is carefully arranged into a two-dimensional replica of a bouquet. The petals are paper thin after compression and Steve spots your carefully handwritten notes along the margins. You’ve left a record of each flower, including what looks to be the Latin name and a date as well. Steve begins to recognize the flowers as he turns each page.
It’s samples from every flower arrangement he’s given you. He never thought to ask what you did with them when they started to droop, but it seems that you wouldn’t let them. You’ve kept the flowers frozen in time, the fruits of Steve’s love and adoration something you seem to look back on frequently.
He pauses on a page of pressed peonies. They nearly take up a whole page, large circles outlined pink with fuchsia middles and yellow centers. He remembers these flowers; he gave them to you early on in your relationship, right after you graduated. Mr. Milton said they signified good fortune and romance which Steve really wanted to communicate to you. When he presented them, he tried to recite the facts but got too tongue tied at your soft expression as you looked at the flowers in wonder. All he could manage to stammer was that they made you look even more beautiful. He couldn’t help but gifting you peonies as often as he could when they were in season.
You’ve delicately labeled this page of blooms with an additional note. “Steve’s favorite.”
Steve can barely stop the smile from breaking out across his face. He never could hide his feelings, especially not his affections for you. He tried to be subtle but you saw right through him. He couldn’t help but thank his lucky stars that you mirrored such love tenfold. The evidence was right in his lap; a memory book of flowers spanning years.
“Alright,” you called out, breaking the peace. “I’m nearly finished, I promise!”
He quickly closed the book up, careful not to disturb the preserved pressings. He didn’t want to startle you with the sight of him looking through your secret catalogue, you would show him if you wanted to. He just managed to slip the book back under the coffee table as you emerged from the bedroom.
You strike a pose. “How do I look?”
He makes quick work of striding over to you and capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. You reciprocate until the need to breathe rushes in. “Steve, we’re going to be late if you keep that up.”
“I don’t care,” Steve responds, kissing every inch of your face.
You giggle but manage to separate yourself from his clutches. “I have been dreaming about a milkshake all day, so we must go.” You pull him with you towards the front door, on a mission, but Steve has one last plan.
Steve eyes the latest flower arrangement, sitting in a vase of water on the coffee table. It’s a few inches above the unsuspecting book of blossoms he had found. He wastes no time to grab a peony from the glass, snapping the stem.
He turns to you, gorgeous you who is smiling already. He shyly places the flower behind your ear.
“Beautiful.”
You can feel the heat creep in your cheeks and you give Steve a quick peck of thanks.
Throughout the date, Steve can’t stop smiling when he looks at you and the large flower behind your ear. You were right. They were his favorite flower. But only because of how good they looked next to you.
Mornings on the Back Porch
Steve Harrington x Reader
summary | You wake up without Steve and find that he’s started the coffee for you. (1.1k words)
content includes | fluff, light swearing, coffee drinking, lack of socks, just the way to start your day, gn!reader
notes | been thinking about how Steve would know exactly how you would want your morning to start and waiting for you to wake up. i have my requests open and you can find my masterlist here ✩
You woke up without Steve.
Years ago, that would've scared the shit out of you. You would’ve torn through the house, searching in a panic for your boyfriend. You would’ve thought he had been taken, stolen like those kids, that the nightmare wasn’t over. That you would find him beyond repair and you would be alone.
Now, you just roll over to his empty side. The sheets weren’t warm like you were hoping, so he must’ve been up for a while. You take a deep stretch, muttering a small curse as your muscles wake up. A lazy lie-in was just what you needed, but you would’ve rather had Steve right next to you. You could spend hours just studying his inhale and exhale in awe.
You manage to pull yourself up and out of the bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The wooden floor was warm, probably because Steve, but you snag two pairs of wooly socks from his side of the dresser. He kept them all rolled up together, neatly piled to one side all yours for the taking. You pull a pair on and pocket the other in your (also Steve’s) sweats.
The unmade bed wasn’t too messy as Steve had clearly pulled up his side of the covers when he left. But your heat-seeking mission had rumpled some creases in the navy plaid sheets that had made the move from Steve’s bedroom to your shared apartment. You would attempt to pull up the covers and make it, but it wouldn’t be your best effort. It was one of your normal household chores but knowing Steve, he would probably re-do it for you without complaint. You pad out of your shared bedroom to continue your search for your loveable boyfriend.
The smell of coffee hung in the air as you yawned your way into the kitchen. It was on the smaller side, with classic wooden cabinets and a fridge that did the job. A vinyl countertop overlooked the comfy living room and the back door. There, the coffee pot rested, half full but fresh.
You open a cabinet to select your mug from the eclectic collection compiled over time. Short mugs with Star Wars figures, daisy patterns all over another, a Niagara Falls souvenir from one of Steve and Dustin’s trips. A mug stolen from the WSQK break room was beloved particularly by Robin, so much so she would frequently attempt to steal it and fail miserably. Your mug was a matching set to Steve’s- two tankards that masquerade as coffee cups with a moon and a sun. Steve had selected them silently while thrifting with you for new homeware when you were moving. Both were missing from their center spots in the cupboard.
You turned your head to spot the back door wide open with the glass storm door closed. You could just see Steve’s bed head sticking out from behind one of the deck chairs outside. You could also spot the familiar wisps of a cigarette floating in the air and rolled your eyes.
Steve rarely smoked, only when he was feeling nostalgic. For what, you weren’t entirely sure. You could remember him looking like an idiot in high school before the Upside Down business and during it he was going through at least half a pack a day. The habit was thankfully kicked as you didn’t like it, refusing to kiss him until he brushed his teeth at least three times.
You make your way over and grab an old quilt from the living room, before tapping at the glass.
“Put that out, you redneck, and open the door.”
Steve chuckled as he rose, stamping out the cigarette on an ash tray. He swung open the door, but didn’t move.
“What’s the password?”
“My foot up your ass, if you don’t move.”
“So grumpy this morning, is that anyway to greet your loving boyfriend?” Steve emphasizes the last few words with mock hurt. You are unphased at his dramatics.
“Steven, you have my coffee.”
“Kiss please.”
“You just smoked-”
“I didn’t, I just lit it. Promise.”
“I don’t believe you- Steve cut you off for a quick kiss, his hand taking the blanket from you. You just tasted coffee and him.
“Wow,” you smirk as he pulls back. “You do have self control.”
“Get out here, it’s cold without you.”
He wraps the blanket around you and leads you backwards to his chair. He sits first and you remember to offer him the second pair of socks stowed in your pocket. He accepts them with a smile and you remain standing as he puts them on.
You spot your mug on the side table, full and steaming, next to the ashtray and Steve’s own cup. Before you can grab it, Steve has captured you in his arms and settles you in his lap.
“Hold on sweetheart,” he says in a low voice and adjusts the blanket to cover the both of you. You squirm on purpose, trying to free your arms to grab at your coffee. Steve chuckles and passes it over finally. “Addict.”
You ignore him, closing your eyes and taking a sip. It’s just how you like it. You let out a small sigh of relief and lazily open your eyes to look at your boyfriend. He’s gone a little pink in the cheeks, either from the heat of you on top of him or the scene of you melting after a simple sip of coffee. He’s looking at you like you’ve hung the moon. It’s rare for you to catch him staring at you; the kids say it happens all the time. At the grocery store, at the mall, at Family Video. It was a constant problem and a running joke amongst them. Steve Harrington could not take his eyes off of you for a second when you entered the room. You didn’t know what about you captured Steve’s attention like this but you were determined to never take it for granted.
You nudge at him, jerking him out of the catatonic state. “Earth to Steve.”
“Coming in loud and clear, captain,” he mused. “I’ve just caught sight of a beautiful life form.”
“Okay, alright, enough already.” You bite your lip to hold back your sheepish smile.
“Never.” He shook his head before leaning in for a quick peck.
You keep your eyes closed as he pulls away, foreheads still huddled together.
“Thank you for the coffee.”
“Thanks for the socks.”
“I don’t know how you get out of bed and forget to grab them.”
“Cause I know you’ll wake up and get them for me.”
You open your eyes at that and find him looking back at you. “That’s ‘cause I’m tragically in love with you and your cold ass feet.”
“I knew it.” He beamed triumphantly.
You leaned in this time, sealing the deal that you would, no matter what, love Steve Harrington.
Scars Under the Stars
Steve Harrington x Reader
summary | Steve has been hiding his scars from you for months. It’s not that big of a deal, he’s just in constant pain and can’t remember the last time he didn’t wake up with his skin screaming at him. (1.9k words)
content includes | angst, scars, injury, PTSD, demobats, unsafe scar treatment, blood, tears, hurt/comfort, body worship, kisses and love, post s4/before s5
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Steve has scars.
Extensive damage adorns his torso, his marred flesh rarely thinning out in places. Mottled stripes span from one side to another. A collection of bite marks crown the center of deep scratches, making a twisted pattern. Bits of himself were torn away, too shredded to save, so they left small fractures along his sides.
The demobats truly did their best to make a meal out of Steve. He still remembers being forced to watch, struggling to breathe as they descended. Their teeth were razor sharp, thinner and longer than a demogorgon's petals. They didn’t let up, gnashing at Steve, even when help arrived. Each puncture wound oozed for weeks, nearly making Steve sick on more than one occasion.
He couldn’t exactly walk into Hawkins General with nasty lacerations fresh from a hell dimension without severe questioning. Hopper had to staple Steve back together in the back of his dingy cabin away from everyone. He had held out a small hope that the scars would heal neatly, but that was quickly extinguished. His skin couldn’t join together nicely, the contorted lines were either sunken in or raised.
So he hides them, no question.
Surprise Sleeping Beauty
Steve Harrington x Reader
summary | A cancelled date night with Steve leads you to planning a surprise at the Squawk. (1.7k words)
content includes | fluff, established relationship, sleepy Steve study, light makeout, The Cure, post s4
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Steve had called you an hour ago to let you know that Murray was late getting into Hawkins, so it would be a later night at the Squawk. You could hear his disappointment through the phone, the heavy sigh as he explained he had to miss yet another movie night, that he was sorry beyond belief. You felt a small twinge of disappointment for a moment, but you knew this was completely out of Steve’s control and it broke your heart to hear him beat himself up.
“Seriously, sweetheart. I’m going to make it up to you. Murray said he was bringing pancake mix this run. I’m commandeering it all for you.” He kept talking a mile a minute, desperation leaking through every word. “And we still have next weekend, I made Robin promise that she wouldn’t need me-”
“Steve,” you dragged his name out, hoping to slow him down. “It’s okay, baby. I understand.”
“Are you sure? Cause I can always force Robin to come up and deal with it.”
“No, don’t worry. She’s making moves on Vickie tonight and she might actually kill you if you interrupt.”
“True,” he sighed again. There were a lot of sighs going around these days. Ever since the army moved in two months ago, everyone in your group was a mix of high alert and utter exhaustion. You never thought you would’ve craved the normalcy and ignorance of Hawkins once again but here you were, wishing you were worrying about your term paper rather than the evil plans of a hidden, veiny creep.
“Alright, I’ll let you go. I’ll tune in until you’re off the air.”
“I’ll play ‘In Between Days’ for you.”
“Sap,” you giggled.
“Romantic!” he protested.
You wished each other good night and hung up. You fell back onto your bed with a thump, trying not to pout. You and Steve hadn’t seen each other in days and it wasn’t because of a lack of trying. He was either working at the Squawk or looking for Dustin in all corners of Hawkins, trying to keep him out of trouble. You were either keeping vigil over Max or running reconnaissance in the center of town. If Hopper wasn’t pulling you in one direction and Joyce pushing Steve in another, you both would make a plan and it would fall apart within the hour due to some crisis.
There wasn’t much time for the two of you alone, except for some very early morning phone calls that were more half-mumbled gibberish to one another. And you were fluent in each other’s mumble and gibberish! You would just prefer to talk nonsense with Steve right in front of you.
You sat up. Why couldn’t you? It wasn’t like there was an actual boss of the Squawk, Jimmy “Fast Hands” Lee hadn’t named a successor. There was no one that would blink an eye at you coming over to the station to hang out with Steve.
You changed into your comfy clothes- one of Steve’s old swim hoodies and some patterned pajama pants. Steve had a small drawer in your room with some clothes he had intentionally left for him to change into when he stayed over. “Not yours to steal,” he said, trying to appear tough. You just smiled and kissed him stupid, reminding him how good you looked in his clothes. This time, however, you grabbed a change for Steve so he could get out of his day-old clothes while you waited for Murray together.
You headed to the kitchen and grabbed some snacks, including the hidden stash of Boppers you were squirrelling away for Steve. They were supposed to be a surprise for Christmas, but you were willing to sacrifice this one gift for tonight.
With snacks and clothes packed away in your duffel bag, you raced outside to your car. It was winter now and you could see your breath in thick plumes. The holidays would be strange this year, under quarantine and everything. You imagined you would make the most of it, new traditions and homemade gifts all around. You shuffled towards your car and hit the dark road.
The neon lights of the Squawk greeted you, a humming beacon that buzzed underneath your skin. It seemed that most of the interior lights had been shut off inside so you lightly tapped at the front door using Murray’s knock. It was a trick but you figured Steve would brighten up upon seeing you rather than the crusty conspiracy theorist. You waited with bated breath but there didn’t seem to be any movement from inside.
It was getting colder by the minute and you couldn’t wait much longer. You located the spare emergency key under some rocks with a small D&D figurine Will had placed to keep watch. You jiggled the key into the lock, making as much noise as you could. This was meant to be a surprise, but you also didn’t want to give your boyfriend a heart attack.
You had half a thought that something terrible had happened; that Vecna had shown up or the army to investigate but it was too late to not announce your presence. You braced yourself for the worst and pushed on through the reception area.
All the studio lights were off, the on-air sign dead. The room seemed to be empty, the only glow coming from a small lamp in the common area. There a sleeping Steve Harrington was illuminated on the old couch.
Your heart stuttered to a stop as you took in the sight. Steve was tucked against the back of the couch, his head supported uncomfortably against the arm. His own arms were crossed and his mouth was slightly open as he dosed. His perfect hair was a bit of a wreck, probably from running his hands nervously through it during his shift. You were struck with how peaceful he looked. There wasn’t a wrinkle in his brow, the eyebags seemed to have lightened a touch, and he had barely stirred since you had entered.
Peaceful sleep was hard to come by, especially by Steve after the showdown with Vecna a few months ago. He had brushed you off at first, even refusing to sleep over for fear of waking you with his night terrors. But you held your ground, saying that whatever terror he faced you would tackle together. No questions asked.
You hated to startle him, so you took your time making your way over to the armchair near his head. You placed the duffel on the ground slowly and eased into the chair, praying it wouldn’t creak like it usually did. You eyed Steve’s sleeping form and felt yourself relax as he didn’t move a muscle. You couldn’t help but reach a hand over and start combing through Steve’s hair.
The time was nearing the twilight hour and you figured Murray would be along soon, cantankerous as ever with the amount of gas station coffee he drank. Steve would be better prepared to handle him if he was less bleary-eyed.
As you lightly scratched at Steve’s scalp and massage his neck, you could see the movement behind his eyelids start to quicken. “Hey baby,” you whispered.
“Hmm?” Steve cracked an eye open.
“You dosed off darling.” “What are you doing here?” Steve asked, sleep thick in his voice.
“I figured I’d come over to keep you company. I brought you some clothes and snacks.” You nudge at the duffel bag on the floor. Steve blinked and focused his attention to the bag, then back to you. “You what?”
You huff with amusement. “I brought over your sweats. And snacks.”
You rummage through the bag to present a Bopper to your sleepy boy. He sat up suddenly on the couch and stared at it in shock. “Have I died and been blessed by an angel?”
“Oh my god, Harrington, you just passed out. I assure you I’m very real.”
“The realest angel in the world,” he said, swinging his legs off the couch to clamber on top of you. He smelled like his cologne as he pressed a thousand little kisses up and down your face. You laughed at his antics, helplessly pinned and grinning. He finally stopped to kiss your lips sweetly. “An angel truly.”
“I sure hope so. Only an angel could-”
Steve cut you off with a bigger kiss, nipping at your lip. You realize that it’s been five whole days since your boyfriend kissed you last. That is far too long. It should never happen again. You lost yourself in Steve, inviting him into your space completely so there was no absence of him near you.
You felt Steve’s breath hitch as you played with the hem of his polo teasingly. “Whatcha doing there sweetheart?”
“Helping you get dressed,” you whisper back, tongue in teeth.
“Evil,” he chuckled back, pulling his polo off in one movement, left in his undershirt and jeans.
He took your face in his hands, but missed your mouth as he mouthed a trail of hot kisses down your jaw to your neck.
“Whose evil now?” you hum, shutting your eyes as you feel overwhelmed by Steve. He kissed your neck, your collar bone, taking his time taking you apart. You squirmed a little under his endless attention, but he had you boxed in under his weight. He moved up to capture your mouth hungrily, swallowing a moan. You were intoxicated by the touch, taste, sight, smell, and sound of Steve Harrington.
What you didn’t hear was Murray’s knock. Or Murray swinging the door open. Or Murray entering the room.
You only heard him after he cleared his throat.
“Lovebird, I would like to leave this god forsaken militarized zone! Separate yourselves instantly or I’m calling discount Tom Selleck to rip into you two.”
Steve never moved so fast in his life. Murray’s hands were on his hips, very irritated. “Dude, don’t you knock?”
“I DID!” Murray shouted, hands in the air as he left. “I’m surrounded by hormones.”
You look at Steve with an equally sheepish grin. “We should probably help him unload.”
“I have half a mind to let him freeze out there.”
Steve offered his hand to help you up. You accepted but tugged him down for one more quick kiss before leading your interlocked hands out of the room.
Stolen moments and surprises with Steve were always worth the trouble.
Falling For You
Steve Harrington x Reader
summary | Steve comes along on a school field trip and gets turned upside down, literally. (1.8k words)
content includes | fluff, pining, minor character injury, teacher!reader, steve is a sucker for your smile, gn!reader, minor s5 ending spoilers
notes | this is my first time posting my writing! all likes and reblogs are appreciated, I've just had this idea in my head for awhile post s5. i have my requests open and you can find my masterlist here ✩
Steve would consider himself a smooth, coordinated person.
As baseball coach for the Hawkins Cubs, he found himself meticulously arranging schedules, working out snack drama with the team mothers, and mentoring some of the most hyperactive kids of Hawkins without breaking a sweat. The gym teacher gig was proving to be rewarding as well. There wasn’t much grading, the sex ed unit was pretty straight forward, and the pay was decent. However, there was a challenge that he had set his efforts to without thinking.
Steve had to leave his apartment exactly forty five minutes before the first bell rang- all so he could conveniently run into you, offer to help with your multiple work bags, and start his day off following you around as you set up for the school day.
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