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#Once again, Joe, Joseph and Gaten are just their characters

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STEVE HARRINGTON | 4.08 - PAPA

#steve harrington #stranger things #s4 spoilers

[ shield ] for season two steve? i just think season 2 steve is neat! many thanks friend

I think he's neat too! I hope you enjoy this request! :)

tw/ blood, language (season two billy and steve fight scene)

sender deliberately stands in front of the receiver to protect them from a targeted attack (verbal or physical).

The cool autumn air kissed your skin as you biked down Hawkins’ backroads. No matter how much your parents nagged about how unsafe it was, especially at night with the low visibility, you always countered with how quiet your town was. That was until tonight, when Billy Hargrove’s car blew past, nearly hitting you before he made a sharp turn into the Byer’s driveway.

Rage and confusion bubble inside you, taking hold of your feet before your mind can realize what you’re doing. Your emotions push your pedals to follow Billy’s car. You want to give him a piece of your mind, and figure out what the hell he was doing racing to the Byer’s this late at night. You had babysat Will in the past and considered his family friends of yours, fueling your curiosity.

The further down the gravel driveway you got, the harder it was to bike, leading you to abandon it in the grass. With your now muffled footsteps, you’re able to sneak closer to the house without interrupting any of the action before you, watching as Billy gets out of his car to greet none other than Steve Harrington.

You’ll admit, you weren’t immune to Steve’s charm. Your heart would skip a beat whenever the two of you were partnered together for projects, or when he would flash you a smile in the halls. Maybe that’s why you felt a wave of anger and protectiveness when Billy pushes him to the ground and storms into the Byer’s house.

Your feet once again find a life of their own, running to help Steve and whoever he was protecting inside the house. You’re standing next to Steve in seconds, holding out your hand to help him up. Confusion is etched into his features, but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing your hand.

“Thanks. W-what the hell are you doing here?” he asks, brushing himself off before meeting your eyes. He watches as you scan him for injury before turning to the house.

“I could ask you the same. But I think we have a bigger problem. I’m here cause that asshole was driving like hell to get here, and I’m not letting anything happen to whoever is inside.” you charge into the house before Steve can even process your words and now actions.

Inside the house you see Billy acting erratically, charging at Max, Mike, and Dustin before he lands on Lucas. The kids are screaming as Billy grabs Lucas, and you join in.

“Hey, asshole! Leave him alone! He’s just a kid!” you scream at him, getting closer and preparing yourself to try and separate them however you need to. It works, Billy’s attention now on you and not Lucas.

“And who the hell are you?” Billy’s tongue darks out to lick his teeth, like a predator eyeing up its prey.

“The biker you almost hit to get here. And for what reason? To beat up some kids? You’re pathetic,” you spit at him. Anger has such a coil in your stomach that any filter disappears. You don’t recognize how dangerous your words were until you see a similar anger flicker in Billy’s face.

His eyes bore into you with such intensity, but what was most chilling was how blank the rest of his face was. His mouth is the only thing that moves as he barks “Oh, you’re gonna regret that. You are so dead.”

You close your eyes, bracing for whatever impact he drives your way. Instead, you feel an arm seemingly lay across your torso. You open your eyes to Steve standing slightly in front of you, arm extended to usher you behind him. You follow his lead without hesitation, quickly hiding behind the shield of his body.

“Get. Out.” Steve’s words are firm as bricks, bricks he’s collected from the wall he built to keep you safe.

Billy just chuckles, trying to look past Steve to you “Oh, need your boyfriend to fight your battles now? Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but King Steve isn’t all he’s cracked up to be.”

The words are barely out of his mouth before Steve’s fist finds its mark against it, sending Billy stumbling. You watch in shock as the two fight, especially when Steve slides across the floor to only have Billy climb on top of him and begin punching. Just as you run to help Steve, you see Max run to her stepbrother with a needle. Once she knocks him out, you’re back to Steve’s side.

“Holy shit. A-are you okay? Steve?” your voice is soft, almost in fear of hurting him more with your questions. You’re kneeling beside him before gently lifting his head into your lap. He lets out a low groan. You know it’s from the pain Billy caused and nothing you did, but it still hurts your heart. “Oh, Steve. I’m so sorry”

“Hey, do-do you always look that hot when you’re pissed off?” Steve asks, voice groggy and low. He must be punch drunk as hell because he keeps going. “He said I was your boyfriend. I liked that. Are you single?”

Your eyes were wide as you stared down at Steve’s bloody face. You can’t help but join into his pained chuckles, and respond, “I am, actually.” Your fingers start carefully combing the hair out of his face. The tender moment is met with another of Steve’s sighs, letting the foggy take him. With just seeing you now, he could rest knowing you were safe and knowing he kept you safe.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things blurb #stranger things one shot

“ of course i came. you called me. what’s wrong? “ with steve plz? 🥺

Hi! Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! xoxo

Being someone’s partner means being by their side as life plants its kisses and punches. It’s loving the small scars that cover Steve’s body, the ones that tell the stories of his battles against evil, ones that could never fall from his lips. It wasn’t his fear of the Russians or upside down that scared him, but that these horrors were so close to you. As much as it ate at him to keep this from you, what good would it do to open your eyes to the Hell that was underneath Hawkins, an evil out of anyone’s control? Even if he couldn't escape it, the least he could do was keep you out of its gravitational pull.

Once making sure everyone got home safe from the Creel house, Steve returned to his own cold home. Parents out of town as always, all that waited for him was the blinking of the answering machine. He presses the play button almost out of reflex, expecting to hear his mother’s rambling check-in or messages meant for his dad. Ready to tune out the noise, he begins walking to the fridge to forge for a snack when he stops.

“Steve?” your voice crackles through the room. It could be his sleep-deprived mind mulling things or the mechanical quality the answering machine always gives voices, but yours seems especially off.

“Sorry I missed you and to bother you this late. It’s just that…something happened today. It’s stupid and I’m probably overthinking, but…I wanted to talk to you. Just hearing your voice makes me feel better.” you pause, sucking in a deep breath to try and clear the air before continuing, “Anyways, I miss you. I know I saw you Saturday morning, but two days still feels too long. I love you, Harrington. Talk to you soon.”

Steve's heart sinks as the inevitable comes, you were pulled into the hellscape that was the underbelly of Hawkins. Without a second thought, he’s running to his car and rushing to your house. He parks in your driveway, not even bothering to lock his car as he scrambles up to your window, tapping on the glass. His racing heart only begins to slow when he sees you turn on your lamp and make your way to the windowsill. Sleep softens your features, but Steve can still see the embers of fear in your eyes. He climbs into your room and into your arms. Distance only comes when he kisses your temple, whispering sweet nothings and ‘i missed you’.

“Steve, is this because of my call? I’m sorry, you didn’t have to come so late.” your words are soft, as if trying to cushion the guilt you felt.

“Of course, I came. You called me. What’s wrong?” Steve responds without a second thought. He looks back into your eyes, allowing you to see the concern and love that swim within their warm brown.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind” you sign, burrowing into the familiar warmth of Steve’s neck. Your eyelashes tickle his skin as you blink back tears, “I don’t know what’s going on, or if it’s even real.”

Steve’s hand comes to cradle the back of your head, thumb drawing reassuring circles. His heart sinks as he feels your tears dampen the collar of his shirt. All he can do is hold you and hope that the conclusion his mind jumps to isn’t true.

“Do you want to talk about it, or just have me here?” Steve’s question is met with a sniffle. You cling to him a bit closer before answering.

“I keep seeing things. At first, it was a clock, but now it’s voices, and…” you cut yourself off with a sob, unable to tell Steve about what you had seen.

Your words seem stuck in the air like a thick fog weighing you both down. Steve’s hand continues to rub reassuring circles, his breaths as steady as he can make them.

“Hey, you’re going to be ok. I’m here for you, no matter what. Nothing is gonna happen to you while I’m here, okay? I promise you. We can figure this out together.” Steve breaks away just enough to cup your face in his hands. His thumbs trace your cheekbones as if trying to rub the meaning of his words into your skin. With a kiss on your forehead, he asks,

“Are you tired? Do you want me to stay here with you and we can get some sleep?” When he sees your small nod, he chuckles. He knows he wouldn’t have been able to sleep if you hadn’t allowed him to be here with you. You wrap yourselves in the blankets and each other's arms. Steve watches your breathing slow and even out, sleep slowly taking you under its hold. He couldn’t let you out of his sight, couldn’t let Vecna take you into his hold. At least now he knew how to delay it him, already eyeing your cassette collection that he had helped you build. He has been able to protect you for this long, he planned on keeping good on that oath he had made.

#steve harringon #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #stranger things blurb #stranger things one shot

soulrph

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

idk what this is my dudes, i got angsty, then spot.ify gave me a soft song, and i decided to resolve the angst briefly by writing up these! i hope y’all enjoy!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ hey, look at me… you can do this. okay? you can. “

“ it’s gonna work out, alright? i promise.

“ you’re not alone, okay? not anymore. i’m right here with you. “

“ you good? “

“ here. hold my hand. you get scared again, squeeze tight, and i’ll help you. got it? “

“ shh… it’s okay… breathe with me, okay? in… and out… good job. “

“ we’re gonna figure all this out together, i promise. “

“ that’s it… there we go, good job… let it all out. “

“ of course i came. you called me. what’s wrong? “

“ hey, why don’t we get out of here? would that be better? “

“ you wanna get out of here? i know a great coffee shop a few blocks away. “

“ do you wanna talk about this, or be distracted, or left alone? “

“ you don’t have to be so strong all the time. it’s okay. cry. i’ll be strong for both of us. “

“ hey, i got you some water. drink it all, you’ll feel better. “

“ it’s been a long day. why don’t you stay here tonight? i can take the sofa. “

“ c’mon, you gotta eat something. and i can’t cook, so take-out it is. eat up. “

“ let’s go for a walk. staying here is the worst thing we can do, right? “

“ don’t you pay any heed to those morons. they don’t know you. not like i do. “

“ it’s okay. i got you… “

“ we don’t need to talk unless you want to. i’m happy to just sit with you for a while. “

“ it’s alright. you take your time… i’m gonna be right here whenever you want to talk, okay? “

ACTION PROMPTS.

[ KNEE ]: sender gently rests a hand on the receiver’s knee to stop them from shaking it.

[ MOUTH ]: sender notices the receiver’s distress from across a crowded room, and silently mouths “are you okay?” to them.

[ SIT ]: sender guides the receiver into a seat after noticing them becoming upset.

[ BESIDE ]: sender sits next to the troubled receiver at a social event so that they don’t have to feel alone.

[ BACK ]: sender rests a gentle hand against the receiver’s back, silently checking in on them.

[ HAND ]: sender takes a gentle hold of the receiver’s hand, as a form of emotional support and reassurance.

[ JOIN ]: sender follows the emotionally unsettled receiver out of a crowded party and into a secluded space to check on their well-being.

[ BREATHE ]: sender begins to take slow, deliberately even breaths, encouraging the receiver to copy their motions until their own breathing is back to normal.

[ SPOON ]: sender lies beside the receiver and becomes the big spoon to comfort them.

[ GLANCE ]: sender glances at the receiver while in a public setting to assure them they aren’t alone, and ground them in doing so.

[ BLOCK ]: sender deliberately stands in front of the receiver to prevent them from seeing something that may upset them further.

[ SHIELD ]: sender deliberately stands in front of the receiver to protect them from a targeted attack (verbal or physical).

[ DISTRACT ]: sender, noticing receiver’s distress, provides a distraction for them (by conversation, a mobile game, a detour, etc.).

[ ARRIVE ]: sender shows up at the receiver’s door after receiving a troubled phone call from the receiver.

[ CIRCLE ]: sender rubs slow circles on the receiver’s back while hugging them in an effort to calm them down.

[ FOREHEAD ]: sender lowers their head to press their forehead against the receiver’s, trying to comfort them in the process.

[ ANCHOR ]: sender places a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck and pulls them close in an effort to physically and emotionally ground them.

[ HOLD ]: sender holds out their hands to the receiver, either to hold hands or to hold them.

[ AROUND ]: while sitting together, the sender quietly wraps an arm around the receiver’s shoulders as a support.

[ SHOULDER ]: sender reaches out and places a hand on the receiver’s shoulder, both to catch their attention and silently ask if they’re okay.

[ JACKET ]: sender notices the receiver beginning to shake after an immensely distressing incident, and removes their own jacket to wrap it around the receiver’s shoulders.

[ CATCH ]: sender, noticing the receiver’s legs beginning to give out beneath them, rushes over to them and catches them before they collapse to the ground.

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#ask prompts #stranger things fic

would you do another blurb night soon?

Omg yes!!! Lemme find a promo list I like and I can!

#syd speaks #stranger things blurbs

HELP I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS!!! I saw a TikTok about that mapped Taylor Swift’s teenage love triangle (plz tell me you know this) on the monster hunting trio!! Steve as Betty, Nancy as James, and Jonathan as Augustine.

WAIT THIS IS SO GOOD!!!! Steve throwing “stupid parties” and being the “it girl”, and there is something so beautiful about putting the lyric “to live for the hope of it all” with Jonathan

#syd speaks #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #Jonathan Byers #maybe ill elaborate later #👀