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Steve Harrington:
A Good Pair (of skates), Part One (4.1K) , Part Two (5.1K) , Part Three (4.4K)
Steveâs in love with his childhood best friend and he does everything he can to keep his feelings a secret from you. A roller skating injury might change that.
Vickieâs Friend Part 1 (1.5k) ; Part 2 (3k)
Robin isnât the only one chatting up a lady while volunteering at Hawkins High / You and Steve are both very protective of your friends.
How Much Love (1.4k)
Steve has a migraine attack but heâs too stubborn to take care of himself.
Eddie Munson:
Smitten Kittens 3.3k
Eddie helps out a very special cat who turns out to be yours.
God Eddie, You're So In Love With Me - Part 1 (1.9k) , Part 2 (1.8k) , Part 3 (1.8k)
Being in Hellfire, youâve been exposed to your fair share of bullying. One day, Jason takes it a step too far. (Henderson!reader)
âItâs Steve.â Robinâs voice was shaky and it made your knees feel uneasy, swallowing the lump in your throat you drove straight to his house.
When you did get there you saw his car park haphazardly in the drive and the sob that was suffocating you only got worse.
He would never park his car like that unless a) he wasnât driving it or b) he was in a rush. Or worst of all c) he was in such a bad way he actually let someone else drive and was in a rush to get inside.
Deciding you probably didnât have time to think too much about that you parked your own car just as terribly behind his and not even closing the door as you ran into your boyfriendâs house.
Having hardly heard from him since he dropped you home two nights ago you were already worried.
When you got inside you gasped at the sight of him, covering your mouth as the sob finally escaped Steve, Nancy, Eddie and Robin all looked over to you.
Steveâs face turned thunderous at the sight of you, turning he barely hesitated as he grabbed Eddie by the shirt and threw him against the wall.
âI told you not to call her!â He seethed and even in the moment you tried to think if you had ever seen him that angry.
âSteve it was me, she deserves to know whatâs going on.â Robin intervened quickly making him release a nervous Eddie.
They all looked at you, Steve stepping forward cautiously not to upset you even more.
He was dirty, shirtless bar from a denim vest that definitely wasnât his, bleeding, covered in bruises.
A vast contrast to how you are used to seeing your usually clean cut boyfriend, the last time you had seen him he was wearing a crisp white polo and his stupid family video vest. But his skin was tanned from the spring sun Hawkins had got, his hair perfectly placed.
âWhat.. what the hell happened to you.â You choked out not taking your eyes off him, pupils moving to try and take in every injury on his body, he took another tentative step towards you and holding out his hands as if approaching a wild animal.
Yours were shaking.
âBaby, baby look at me, Iâm fine!â He protested trying to get you to hear him but he knew the noose type bruise around his neck was louder, the chunk of skin missing in his side and bleeding was blaring.
âSteve.â Your chin wobbled and he didnât know what you needed in that moment.
Hell he didnât know what he needed and it was choking him.
âIâm fine, you need to look at me okay?â He coaxed just one more time and took the final step to get to you, when his fingers brushed yours to get you to look him in the eye you flinched.
âBaby Iâm okay.â He begged as you finally looked him in the eyes, they were the same warm honey that looked at you with so much love it gives you butterflies.
Except this time they made you cry.
You flung your arms around his neck sobbing into the crook between his jaw and collarbone. His arms pulled you as close as possible and he rubbed your back.
You barely had the will in you to let him go, and he wasnât sure his heart had ever pounded that hard in his life.
Robin bit on her bottom lip knowing now why Steve was so adamant on not calling you. He knew you would hate to see him in this state and he knew you would worry yourself half to death.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â You asked softly and gently pulling away to kiss him on the lips.
One of his hands moved to hold the back of your neck, the other on your back still trying to hold you close to him.
âYes baby, god Iâm so fine.â He breathed out kissing you once more, finally a small sense of relief coming over him that you were here.
Maybe a little grateful now that Robin had called you.
But he wonât admit that.
âWhat happened to you?â You asked again looking over all his bruises and realised when you unwrapped your hands his blood was smeared all over them. âOh my god.â You whispered scared and he took them in his own, the shaking not going unmissed.
âIâm getting cleaned up and Iâll be back to normal in no time.â He reassured kissing your knuckles and while you nodded at his words you spoke again.
âTell me what happened.â You demanded and he sighed heavily.
âI donât want to.â His voice was honest and firm, he threw a glare at Robin and then sighed heavily.
âWell tough Harrington because if I ever get a call like this again, and I find you in this state if you arenât already dead I will kill you myself.â You snapped putting a hand on your hip just to prove the sentiment, and all it did was make him grin.
It was real and warm and it took over his whole face.
âThere she is. My beautiful girl.â He kissed your lips, your neck, your nose, your forehead and even though you let out a relieved giggle at the normal reaction from your boyfriend you still didnât have an explanation.
âCan someone please fill me in?â You all but begged as they all avoided your gaze.
âCan you help me get cleaned up baby? And Iâll tell you everything.â He promised before leading you down his hallway into the small mostly unused bathroom the Harringtons fitted two years ago.
He showered and you watched from your spot on the toilet seat as all the blood, dirt and grime ran off his body. His arm leaning on the tiles ahead of him as the water washed down his back, his muscles clenched and he hissed in pain at the impact but you wiped away your worried tears before he could see. And when he was ready and the tap squeaked off you were waiting with a plush white towel wrapping it around him.
After what felt like hours of silence he had taken your spot on the toilet seat, the first aid kit open beside him on the counter and you began fixing him up.
Stopping when he winced but starting again when he looked up at you his eyes all sorry and sad.
âIs this a bite mark?â You whispered as you made it down the scariest looking wound below his ribs.
âYeah. Demon bats, big ones.â You scoffed out a laugh at his joke and rolled your eyes.
âHarrington, come on. I know you donât want me to be worried but demon bats, Iâm not that stupid.â You huffed out with a soft laugh before looking back up at him.
His silence kind of worrying and the sincere look on his face wiped the smile straight off yours.
âYou remember when Will Byers went missingâŠâ
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It wasnât until nearly 2am when you crawled into his bed with him.
You rejoined the rest of them after Steve told you as much as he could as quickly as he could. He cursed himself for involving you when you cried and you made him promise to tell you any and every time he could potentially be in danger.
When you got downstairs you hugged all of your friends tightly and ordered them pizza. Once they were all asleep in different parts of the house you and Steve also went to bed.
âWhy are you all the way over there?â He whispered as you lay on your back firmly on your side of his bed.
âI donât want to hurt you.â You whispered back rolling onto your side to look at him.
âBaby, itâs hurting me more that youâre so far away.â He whined in his usual needy tone, with a giggle and a squeal he yanked you into his side.
Curling into him you took a deep breath of his scent and pressed your lips onto his chest with a soft kiss.
âIâm sorry youâve been going through this alone.â You heard yourself whispering.
âI havenât been alone, Iâve always known youâd be right here, waiting for me whenever the hell was over. I donât know what Iâd of done if I didnât have you to fight my way back to.â He told you before pressing a kiss onto your hair line.
âI love you Steve Harrington.â You told him into the darkness, his chest rose and fell quickly and your words seemed to hit him.
âYeah, I love you too baby. More than you know.â His arms tightened around you and while you were careful of his wounds you decided you werenât ever going to let your Steve Harrington get hurt like this again.
Even if you had to get to Vecna himself, Steve is too good to suffer this.
And while you were thinking of that Steve was thinking about how he could keep you so far away from this mess so you never had to worry about it again.
Now if she does it like this will you do it like that now if she touches like this will you touch her right back now if she moves like this will you move like that come on
Despite going through so much herself, we see Max show so much care and empathy for others all through the season. She notices Chrissy, she tries to help Eddie, she tells Lucas she doesn't want to put some other student in harm's way, she attacks Vecna when he has El.
And she keeps beating herself up for her guilt over Billy, believing her biggest fear that she too is a horrible person. 'I know that I can be a jerk like him sometimes, and I do not want to be like him. Ever.'
But even when Billy was flayed, we saw Max keep hoping it wasn't him. Repeatedly. She kept trying to reach out, to remind him of who he was, to say they just wanted to help.
She cares a lot. Even when it's a stranger, even when it's someone who made her life a living hell.
So it is sad that she's alone at the start of the season, and that it takes Vecna's attacks for her to be surrounded by friends once more.
She does show up here, she does insert herself in their conversation, but there is a theme this season of people too caught up in their own issues to notice.
there's no shame in continuing to live with your parents as an adult, but it does have an undeniable poisoning effect on your brain that you can't start healing until you live somewhere else
the 'having a fun little daydream world as a child' to "i rely so much upon escapism to escape from the monotony of life that days seem to pass too quickly and sometimes i don't feel real" pipeline
Hi I just read fixer user and I loved it! I was wondering if you could do a part 2 đđ
an act of true love
A/N: (your pfp made me scream and curl my toes) an unexpected amount of ppl rlly enjoyed this dynamic. i suppose i have found my people đ€ (gif creds: @kingofscoops)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (Season 3)
Summary: In the dead of winter, thereâs absolutely nothing that could keep you warm. After all, only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart. 1.5k words
Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, pet names (sweetheart), mention of toxic ex boyfriend, cursing, gross flirting
Steve can hear you shivering through the receiver and your stuttered breaths crackling through the cord. Youâre begging him to come over and fix your radiator in the middle of a snow storm. The roads arenât closed yet, but a thin white powder blankets his front lawn and the top of his beemer and he can see the flakes whipping through the stream of light pouring from the streetlamp. So, he piles every blanket he has into his passenger seat and braves the drive to your house.
Does he know how to repair a busted radiator? No.
Is he determined to do anything you require of him? Every single day for the rest of his life.
Heâs crouched by the window of your living room, looking for any telltale signs of wear or leaking. Youâre standing just behind him, bundled in two blankets and holding a spare flashlight. Heâs quiet as he tinkers, but your mind is racing watching his soft toned arms through his cream thermal and his back muscles working when he turns over his shoulder to glance at you with a dashing smile. You nod quickly when he says something, though youâre not exactly sure what.
âSweetheart?â he coos, raising his brows when you recoil under his gaze.
âSorry, I didnât⊠I wasnât listening,â you say with a chuckle. He grins, dropping his head in understanding.
âSorry, I know itâs boring,â he says, âbut has it been making noises or anything?â
âOh, yeah! It kinda groans when I first turn it on and it sounds like it might explode for the first couple minutes. I guess Iâve tuned it out by now.â
âThatâs probably not a good sound then,â he teases, turning back to the radiator with a puzzled look.
âNo, probably not.â You shuffle off to the kitchen, setting a kettle on the stove and humming softly.
After half an hour of tinkering and a roll of tape, Steve stands and wipes his hands on his jeans.
âThat should do it! Itâll probably take a sec to heat up again,â he sighs, and you emerge from the kitchen, balancing two hefty mugs brimming with whipped cream. âOoh, whatâs this?â
âHot cocoa. Secret family recipe,â you tease. In actuality, itâs just the standard package of chocolate powder and sugar. The secret lies in the healthy dash of cinnamon you mix into it.
âSecret, eh? Guess that gives me a reason to come see you more often,â he hums, following you to the couch and taking one of the mugs from your hands. It warms him up nicely, and he knows you gave him the bigger mug on purpose when you smile triumphantly. He takes a sip, moaning at the sweetness. You giggle at the whipped cream kissing his top lip.
âI hope Iâm reason enough,â you say with a faux pout. He sits close enough to share the pile of blankets with you, your thighs pressed against one another in the captured heat.
âDuh, youâre the main attraction,â he huffs, âYour hot chocolate is like the flashy side show. Itâs pretty neat but not quite as cool as the reason you bought the ticket.â
You giggle into your mug, face hot in the bellowing steam. Or because of his dimpled cheeks. Or the way his eyes swoop over your face. Or maybe the way he came rushing to your rescue in a storm without a second thought.
âAny new Brad-related developments? Or is he still giving you shit?â he says, swallowing a warm gulp of liquid chocolate.
You groan, head lulling back against the couch. âHe keeps calling to say Iâm a cold hearted bitch and then immediately hang up. I think he forgot that heâs the one who broke up with me.â
âRight, right. Whyâs that again?â
âSomething about his familyâs values. And how he hates my friends,â you say, âI just remember getting mad because he seemed so jealous and mistrusting. Honestly, in hindsight, he was really childish about the whole thing.â
You shrug it off, but it snaps his heart in two all over again. He doesnât even want to know the gorey details because he knows itâll boil his blood. Just knowing that asshole said something like that to you makes his fists ball up in frustration. But he thinks of what you said. What did Brad have to be jealous about; he had the entire world and Steve never bat an eye. Not to you, at least.
âJealous?â Steve asks.
âYeah, heâd give me all these ultimatums where Iâd have to choose between you and him. So random,â you huff. Though, maybe he was justified in some way. You and Steve have been this close since the day you met. Any love interest would feel threatened by his charm and that smile.
âOh⊠weirdââHe watches you take a cautious sip from your mug like maybe you regret saying anything at allââYeah. Thatâs random. Had no idea I posed such a threat to that guy. He seemed so⊠self-assured.â
You stare blankly, shrugging when you mutter, âyou can call him a narcissistic prick, i don't care. And yeah, I was kinda surprised the first time he brought it up, because a big part of why I was attracted to him was for his confidenceâ you chuckle, âNo idea what went wrong!
Steve absentmindedly squares his shoulders, sitting up straught on the plush cushions trying to make himself look strong and reliable and confident. You sip your hot chocolate and look at him funny.
âAre you okay?â you say, holding in a laugh.
He nods. âOh, yeah. Iâm just super confident âs all.â
You snort, choking on the sip youâd sucked down, pinching your eyes closed when he lurches forward with a worried look slapped across his face.
âShit, here, let me help,â he huffs, setting his mug aside and wiping the drips from your chin with his sleeve, âOh, god, are you hurt???â
You cackle with tears pricking in your eyes when he carefully takes your mug and places it next to his. You pat dry your neck, and he watches you softly.
âStevie, youâre so sweet.â
His heart flutters in his warm chest when you smile at him.
âWell, I dunno about that.â
âNo, seriously. Youâre so caring and thoughtful, Iâve never met anyone like you,â you whisper.
He takes a shaky breath in.
âThank you, sweetheart.â
You nod heartily and grin wide, and you notice heâs staring at you. So you kick his calf under the blanket.
âHey, ouch!â
You giggle, but heâs quick to grab the crook of your knee and tug you close so youâre laying flat on the couch. Your hands cover your face when he tickles your sides and leans over you playfully. Heâs almost glad you canât see him blushing or feel his heart racing or hear his head booming with thoughts of you. He gasps when you plant your socked foot on his thigh, but he holds your elbow gently to keep you close to him while he leans over you.
Youâre laughing, and he can confidently say itâs his favorite sound. You palm his chest, and he takes a deep breath in. Your eyes flick open because youâve never felt someones heart beat so fast and so warm just beneath your fingertips. Heâs flushed and pink but he looks like a prince in the orange lamplight. And heâs so close to you.
Your fingers curl into the collar of his shirt, barely grasping, and you crane your neck towards him. You watch his honey eyes draw over your lips just before he leans in and kisses you.
His hand molds into your side, melting over the exposed skin like hot syrup. You press into his hold and smile with your fingers drawing up and across the back of his neck.
But the kiss short lived when he pulls away, shoving a hand through his ruffled hair.
âSorry, sweetheart,â Steve huffs, standing and backing away, âI donât know what Iâm doing. I should go!â
He crosses the floor in a daze, forcing his feet back into his shoes before you even can sit up and call after him.
âSteve, wait!â
But heâs shaking his head and reaching for the ice cold door handle with his jacket barely slung over his shoulders. He whips the door open, and you can see the pure white snow floating down in sheets outside.
âKeep the blankets! Just call me if the radiator breaks again, and Iâll see you!â
The door slams shut.
You tut, hand coming to your lips as you look around at the scene before you. The abandoned mugs on the coffee table, his blankets folded over the back of the couch, your repaired radiator whirring softly in the corner. The absence of Steve. What would the kids say. You know theyâd lose it, but would they be upset if you ended up together. Would they realize they changed their minds and youâd jeopardized not only your friendship with Steve but with the entire party.
What if everything changes?
Oh, but what if nothing changes: you and Steve tip toeing around each other, the kids scheming and giggling at your misfortune, but now changed by the fact that youâve kissed Steve. And he kissed you back. And you like him so much.
Wayne didnât look up from his newspaper, too used to his nephew picking up strays and bringing them home. God blessed the boyâs big young heart, but their trailer didnât have space for another kitty or pup.
âI told ya before and I told ya it now,â Wayne said gruffly but not unkindly. âWe donât have space for your pet, son.â
âHeâs notââ
âEds, Iâll be fine on my own,â a quiet voice cut in before Eddie could start his usual speech.
That garnered Wayneâs attention immediately. And there standing next to his nephew was Steve Harrington who looked worse for wearâred puffy eyes, split lips, disheveled hair, and rumpled clothes.
âWhat happened?â Wayne set his newspaper aside and straightened up in his chair. He had a few good guesses already given what he knew of Richard and Amanda, but he still wanted to hear their side of the story first.
âHis parents kicked him out,â Eddie hissed, hand clutching Steveâs fiercely in case the other boy tried to get away. He didnât, just deflated as soon as the words were out of Eddieâs mouth.
âIâm sorry, sir,â Steve mumbled, eyes shining stubbornly as they locked with Wayneâs. âI just need a place to stay until tomorrow and then Iâll be out of your hair soon.â
âStevie,â Eddie turned to him with an exasperated look. âYou canât believe that Iâd let you leave after everything, right?â
âI know you want to help,â Steve rubbed a hand down his face tiredly, like he needed to hide a part of himself, vulnerable and slightly worn-out. âBut I donât wanna intrude.â
âYou wonât,â Eddie shook his head rapidly and then looked at Wayne. âRight, Wayne? Heâs not bothering you or anything, right?â
Wayne took in the sight of the Harrington boy, scared and lost, and knew his decision had been made for him. It wasnât his first time taking in a stray anyway.
âJust call me Wayne or Uncle Wayne, kid,â he offered Steve a closed-mouthed smile, his most amiable one. âWe donât have much here, but feel free to ask me anything you need.â
When Steve ducked his head with a shy smile and sniffled a small Thank you, Wayne didnât regret his choice.
It didnât hurt that his nephew also beamed at him like Wayne had just saved the world.
And in a sense, to Eddie, it was true.
Because Wayne could see how much the Harrington boy meant to him, see the way they looked at each other without admitting it aloud.
Perhaps, Wayne picked up his newspaper again as Eddie offered the Munsonâs new member a mug of warm milk, he was going to have another son soon enough.
