Hi! I saw your late night diner dynamic and I'd like to request a black coffee with syrup please, extra angsty with steve, maybe he's still pining for Nancy.
It can have a happy ending or not, its up to you. Thanks :)
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warnings . . . angst, unrequited love, no nancy wheeler hate is tolerated in this house, kissing at the end, does giving someone a potion without their consent count as being drugged...? no clue, but be warned
wc . . . 1k
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lynn's notes . . . this ended up more toxic than i anticipated...oops. always, enjoy your order doll! 💌
Deep down, you know the harsh truth. Steve Harrington was still completely, and utterly in love with Nancy Wheeler. What’s got him so hung up on him on her you’re not sure; maybe it’s simply the emotional connection from the past, the way she altered him forever. Which you’re grateful for; everyone is. He’s no longer as self centered and obnoxiously rude anymore. And yet, it’s getting tiring.
The lingering. The longing stares from across the room. The way Steve looks at her like she’s the smartest person in the room when the party is brainstorming. He’s not entirely wrong, she is. But also utterly foolish in your opinion. To have someone like him, completely devoted and loving? After all this time? And doing nothing about it?
Steve deserved better. You knew he did. But if he realized it, he never let it show. He was always chasing after things that never benefited him in the end. It was painful to watch.
“Steve? Where are you going?” you called out to his retreating form, watching as he followed after Nancy for what felt like the millionth time that week.
“I’m just gonna–I’ll be back in a bit, ‘swear.”
Your shoulders slumped in defeat as you watched them disappear together. There was a sense of jealousy swirling inside you, and frustration, and good old heartbreak. It wasn’t right, the way he ran after her, leaving you behind after making you love him. Amidst the monsters, the death, the mess of emotions you already had going on. You still had no right to feel so broken over this.
You weren’t even with him. At least, not yet.
“God, this is hard to watch.” Robin piped up beside you. “I wonder when he’ll finally get a hint. It better be soon. This is dreadful.” Her tone was playful, but you knew Robin, that underlying worry tinged in her voice. Because, yeah, it was hard to watch. Everyone but him saw all the unfairness it was, even Nancy looked a little guilty to still be receiving so much attention from him.
Technically, it was none of your business. Everyone had a lot going on, and everyone was entitled to their own feelings. If he continued to pine over her like a lovestruck idiot, that was his choice.
But you couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.
You loved him too much for that.
Which led to you sneaking into the break room at the radio station, and slipping a little bit of love potion into his daily morning coffee. You should feel guilty, ashamed, evil. This was wrong. Very, very wrong. And yet, as you watched the bright pink liquid disappear into the steaming liquid, you had no regrets.
This was for his own good.
You casually walk out, as if nothing happened, and fall into conversation with Robin like normal. As Steve entered the room, he took a big sip of his drink, letting out a relieved sigh as the warm liquid slid down his throat. You bit your lip subtly as he settled into his chair, his eyes fluttering a little. As time dragged on, his cheeks developed an adorable flush of pink, his body felt like it was on fire. Steve’s breathing became less stable, and eventually his eyes found yours. For a second, your heart dropped to your stomach. Did he figure it out? Does he know what I did? But then you see it. The way his pupils dilate, those dark, hazel eyes looking at you with barely contained adoration. It’s 10x more intense than how he ever looked at Nancy, and your chest swirled with pride.
Later that night, after Robin dashed out to her date with Vickie, you hung back, or rather had to.
Steve had you pressed up against the glass wall in the booth, kissing you like it was the last time he’d ever get to do so. Each one was filled with love, devotion, undying loyalty you returned tenfold with hesitation. It was breathless, a little messy, intoxicating, the way he looked at you like you're the answer to all the problems he’s ever had, like you’re the constant in a world full of inevitable change. Because you always have been, and you're glad he finally realized, even if he needed a little push.
“God–I don’t know why I didn’t do this sooner,” Steve panted against your lips, barely giving you time to catch your breath. “‘M sorry if this is too much, Jesus, I can’t stop–”
The tiniest bit of hurt washed over you, because this wasn’t really on his own volition. He needed to be under the influence of a potion in order to feel this way towards you. To have the desire to hold you, to want you.
But at the same time, a twisted sense of satisfaction settles in your body. He’s finally yours, after all the waiting, yearning, pain.
You're both exactly where you need to be, even if it took some help to get here.
details: college au?? reader and steve become friends at the start of college and gradually develop feelings for each other, but reader refuses to give in bc she’s struggling w school and mentally and thinks she doesn’t deserve steve
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contents and warnings . . . sfw, college life, stress, mentions of alcohol/being roofied, mentions of hookup culture (ew), this doesn't really have a particular time setting oops, mental exhaustion
word count . . . 1.3k
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College was a lot, to say the least. One too many places to be at once, pressure pushing on you from all sides to do this and that. Steve Harrington became your safe place amidst all the chaos, all the deadlines and due dates. After long days of rushing across campus and surviving off of coffee, he welcomed you into his arms with a genuine smile and sometimes a home cooked meal.
It would be an understatement to say you liked Steve. In fact, you're 99% sure you’re in love with him. Maybe even obsessed. However, your love life in general was non-existent, endless lectures roaming around in your head taking up all the space there was. The only time your brain really turned off was with Steve, doing something as mundane as watching a movie or talking during lunch. You could tell by the way he lingered in your presence that he enjoyed it, craved it, and even went out of his way to seek it out. The question “would you go out with me sometime?” was practically right there on his tongue, dying every time you brought up a class or an upcoming exam, or complained about the overbearing responsibility of learning to be a working adult. It was all a lot. Too much at times. You and Steve, while sounding like everything you could ever want, was out of the question. Unobtainable, out of reach.
You always kept him at arms length. Pretended not to notice his flirty comments, downplayed his compliments. Made an excuse to leave whenever the moment started to feel too real.
On what was supposed to be a quiet Friday night it turned into you being dragged out by your friends to some college party. You usually avoided such crowded, intoxicated scenes, mostly because you were too burnt out at the end of the week to enjoy it. You found nothing about the blaring music or endless alcohol being supplied through the crowd to be relaxing, but your friends insisted you needed to “live a little, let loose!” and join the college experience. As if the schoolwork itself wasn’t enough.
While nursing a drink close to your chest so as to not get roofied, you end up spotting Steve across the room. Your eyes lit up when you saw him, thankful for a friendly familiar face in the sea of people, only to have your relief shattered as you caught a glimpse of the whole scene. Steve had his calloused hand resting on the arm of some girl you’d seen a couple times around campus, way too intimate to be casual. He looked at her with a glint of heated interest in his eyes, not at all like he looked at you. It hurt more than you’d like to admit. Weren’t you the one being stubborn, insistent your schoolwork was more important? And yet, here you are, upset over a guy when you could be at home resting. Studying. Doing something productive. So what if Steve wants to get laid? You’d known for months now, ever since you’d met him, he could have practically anyone he wanted. It never quite made sense to you why he wasted so much time on you. Oh God, were you accidentally leading him on? Your chest starts to feel heavy, every emotion clashing together at once making you more nauseous than any substance ever could.
It wasn’t until his eyes met yours that you’d realized you’d be staring like an idiot. His eyes softened instantly when he saw you, an unspoken question on his face. What are you doing here? You couldn’t blame him for being surprised. You rarely come to these things. The way he automatically starts to pull away from the girl he’s with makes your body tense. Does he really think you can’t handle seeing him make the moves on someone else? Sure, it was a little uncomfortable after weeks of thinking he’d ever be interested in you, but you have bigger problems anyways. Like where on earth is the exit? What time is it? You push through people to get to the door, not once looking back when you hear some friends call your name in confusion.
The cool air outside helps you regain control over your senses. Maybe you were just exhausted from the day that you were weirdless emotional over little things. Yeah, that’s it.
“Hey.”
Steve’s voice breaks through the silence, and you turn to see him standing there, panting a little as if he ran from the party to catch up to you. You felt sick suddenly. The last thing you wanted was him trying to defend himself for doing nothing at all. It wasn’t your place to feel hurt over something so small…
And yet…
“Oh, hey Steve.”
“It’s good to see you here–I honestly wasn’t expecting it,” Steve said, attempting to sound light however you caught the underlying nervousness in his tone. Like a kid caught eating ice cream before dinner.
“Why’d you run out so fast?”
You shrug, not even bothering coming up with an excuse this time around. It wouldn’t be worth it. You’d both know it was pathetic anyways.
“Look, me and the girl in there–”
You gently cut him off. “Steve, really, it’s fine. You’re a grown adult, too. You can do whatever you want.”
He huffs. “I know that, but you didn’t let me finish. I’m not interested in her, not in a single person in that room. I’m only interested in…you.” You heart can’t seem to decide if it wants to sink or sore to the heavens. You glance away, feeling that same weariness settling in your bones.
“That’s really sweet. But I just have too much going on right now. I don’t have the capacity for anything–”
“I know, I know. But I see you. Okay, not in a creepy way, but I just notice how much you push yourself.” Steve sighs. “Look, I’m not asking you to drop everything and give me your attention every second of every waking day. Just…something small. A dinner, a coffee, a study session at the library. I just want to spend time with you. Be a reminder that there’s stuff outside of school, too.”
You can feel your resolve cracking. Because he’s right. You are always so up in your head, juggling everything with anything but grace, and now that you think about it, when was the last time you really did something for you? Something outside of the prison you’ve locked yourself up in? The truth stung: it’d been forever. And now this handsome, charming guy was practically handing you the key to get out. And for once, you decided maybe taking him up on his offer (or rather begging), wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“...I’d like that.” You said after some hesitation. “But we need to go slow.”
Steve nods like a man on a mission. “Yes, ma’am. Very slow. You set the pace.”
That night, Steve walks you back to your dorm, you both hand in hand. He doesn’t rush anything, doesn’t try to kiss you or invite himself inside. Just gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and says goodnight.
After you shut the door behind you, you're smiling like a schoolgirl. At the end of the day, that’s what you are, really. And completely stunned that you're dating Steve Harrington.
Your boyfriend is far from the jealous type, until a run-in with your ex has Keys wanting to remind you how good he can make you feel.
Walter 'Keys' Mckey x fem!reader
Warnings: nsfw (mdni), jealous!keys, oral (f.receiving), p in v, slightly rough, dirty talk, possessive!keys
a.n: this was fun to write, Keys is always so soft and I wanted to explore how he might get when jealousy gets the better of him. Hope you guys enjoy x
***
Keys was normally the most laidback boyfriend ever. Sure, he loved to spoil you and treated you like the most important girl in the world, but if there was one thing he never was, it was jealous. You had a few guys you considered as friends who got along well with your boyfriend, even hanging out with them sometimes. Sometimes you’d be watching a movie where you found the lead actor somewhat attractive, and he wouldn’t bat an eyelid. The two of you were safe and secure in your relationship, there was no place for jealousy or insecurity.
So imagine your surprise when one day that entire setup was tested.
It all started when the two of you were out for coffee. Keys was waiting by the counter for your order whilst you were grabbing some sugar sachets when you heard someone say your name. An all too familiar voice. As you turned around, you were met by the grinning face of your ex-boyfriend, Trevor.
“Hey, stranger.” He greeted you, placing a friendly hand on your arm. “How long has it been?”
“Hey, Trevor.” You responded. “Must be, like, two years now right?” The two of you had broken up when Trevor had been offered a job out of the city, deciding that long distance just wasn’t going to work for you. There had been no bad blood, hence why he was so pleased to see you. “What brings you back into town?”
“I recently got transferred back here.” He told you. “I got a senior position, so I’m working in one of the offices here.”
“Wow, that’s awesome.” You congratulated him. “I’m so glad it worked out for you, Trevor. You really deserved it?”
“I thought about looking you up, but so much time has passed, I figured we were past it, right?” He asked.
“Oh God, no you’re good. Actually I’ve been seeing someone new for about a year now.”
“Really? That’s awesome, I’m happy for you. Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Hey, baby.” Keys appeared right on cue. “They were out of oat milk, so I ordered soy, is that still good?”
“That’s perfect, honey. Thank you.” You took the coffee from him, leaning into him as his arm snaked around your waist. It was then Keys noticed Trevor standing, smiling at you both.
“Hey, man. What’s up?”
“Oh, Keys, this is Trevor. You remember the guy I told you about who moved away for work?”
“Right, the guy you dated before me?” Keys confirmed. You’d told him all about how you’d grown apart from Trevor before the break-up, and long-distance was never going to work. You hadn’t dated for a while afterwards until you met him, and he was grateful every day for the timing. However, as your ex stood in front of him now, holding a hand out for him to shake, Keys felt something he’d never felt before. Maybe it was how nice and charming he seemed or maybe it was the way you were smiling right now.
He felt jealous.
“It’s great to meet you.” Trevor said as your boyfriend slowly shook his hand. He arm immediately settled back around you, grip tightening a little. “So, what do you do?”
“I develop games.” Keys told him.
“He’s amazing at it.” You told Trevor, beaming at Keys. “I swear, I’ve never met anyone more dedicated to their work.”
“Well, I love it.” Keys shrugged. “Only thing I love more than code is you, honey.” He took the opportunity to kiss you on the cheek, making you giggle.
“You guys sure seem happy together.” Keys had almost forgotten Trevor was standing there. “Well, listen it was great seeing you.” He said. “We should catch up some time.”
“Uh, yeah. Maybe.” You didn’t sound totally convinced. “I’m kinda busy right now, maybe a rain check?”
“Sure.” He nodded. “Great to meet you, man.” He said to Keys, who was already wishing this interaction would be over. “See you around, loser.” It was a term of endearment coming from him, a little inside joke you used to share, but that was enough for Keys.
“We have to shoot off, man. It was nice to meet you.” With that the two of you walked out the door. Keys holding it open for you like he always did. You couldn’t help but shake your head.
“What was that all about?”
“What?” He took a sip of his coffee, playing dumb despite the fact he still hadn’t let you go. Not that you minded all that much.
“You were acting weird in there.” You told him.
“No, I wasn’t.” Keys argued back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Alright.” You shrugged, deciding not to push it. “Whatever you say.”
***
Later that night, Keys was working on his laptop whilst you sat on the couch, scrolling on your phone as you waited for him to finish what he was doing. As he sat there, his mind wandered back to earlier, to the smooth-talking guy who used to date you and the easy way you had smiled at him. The stupid nickname he’d used. Keys began tapping his fingers loudly on the table, a loud sigh escaping him.
You glanced up from your phone. “Hey, baby. Everything OK?”
“Yep.” His reply was short, not looking over at you. “Everything’s fine.”
“Are you sure? You’re staring at your laptop like it’s your mortal enemy.”
“I’m fine, OK.” You saw the way his jaw clenched, his whole body had tensed up. Something was definitely wrong. You stood up and made your way over to him, hands finding his shoulders. As soon as you touched him, you felt him unclench, the stress melting away. You leaned down to rest your chin on his shoulder.
“Talk to me, tell me what’s going on?” You asked him.
Keys sighed again. “Why were you smiling that earlier?”
You frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“At the coffee shop, you were smiling at your ex.”
You shook your head. “I knew it. Walter McKey, are you jealous of my ex-boyfriend.”
Keys huffed. “No.”
“Oh, honey.” You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him on the cheek. “I was just being polite earlier. I don’t care about Trevor anymore, he’s in the past. You’re the one I want to be with, OK?”
He still seemed a little off. “If you say so.”
“I do.” You promised him. “Hey, why don’t I go make you a coffee to help you focus on this work, so you can be done faster. Maybe then I can show you how much I don’t care about my ex-boyfriend.”
You made your way into the kitchen and Keys swivelled in his chair, watching as you went. He didn’t take his eyes off you as you turned your back to him, grabbing the coffee from the cabinet.
As you busied yourself making some coffee, humming softly to yourself, you were taken by surprise by a pair of hands settling on your hips behind you. You gasped lightly as Keys pulled you into him, leaning in to kiss your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as he found that sensitive spot that made your toes curl, sucking on it gently.
“Keys.” Your breathing was uneven. “I’m making coffee, what about your work?”
“Work can wait.” He mumbled into your shoulder, kissing the exposed skin where your sleeve had fallen down. “This is more important.” He nipped at your skin.
“Oh really?” You turned around in his arms with a smirk, arms circling his neck. His grip on you tightened as he looked at you in a way you’d never seen on him before. “What did you have in mind?”
He chuckled lightly, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “I want to completely ruin you until you forget all about your stupid ex-boyfriend.”
You shivered slightly as his tongue found your neck, laving over it. “Fuck.” You whispered. Normally Keys was so soft and gentle but you couldn’t lie, seeing this new side of him was turning you on.
His hands moved to grip your thighs before he lifted you up onto the side counter, slotting himself between your legs and kissing you deeply. As his tongue found its way into your mouth, you felt him grind against you, feeling how painfully hard he was. You moaned softly.
“Keys.” You breathed.
“Mmm. Yeah, baby?” He muttered against your lips.
“Bedroom?”
You felt him smirk against your lips. “Not yet, honey. Not until I’ve made you feel good first.” He took your t-shirt off in one swift movement, and your head fell back against the cabinet as his mouth found one of your nipples, smoothing his tongue over it.
“Fuck, Keys.” You sighed. “Baby, that feels good. Don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” He murmured, continuing his assault for a little while longer before he slowly dropped to his knees, hands caressing your legs gently. “Can I, baby? Want to make you feel good.”
“Yes, Keys. Please.”
That was all the permission he needed. Removing your pants, he pushed your underwear to one side, groaning slightly as he took you in. “Already so wet, all for me?”
You nodded slowly, wishing he would stop torturing you. “Only you, Keys. I swear.”
He began to pepper kisses to your inner thighs, but he wasn’t too interested in foreplay tonight, immediately diving in and moving his tongue through your folds. You gasped in surprise, hands carding into his hair as he swirled his tongue around with precision. Keys took extra care with everything he did, especially when it came to making you feel good, and tonight it seemed he was going for expert precision. You moaned out his name as he began to pick up the pace, liking a long strip up your clit.
“Jesus fuck.” You cried out in pleasure, tightening your grip in his hair, forcing him to go faster. He did so happily, and it wasn’t long before you felt yourself close to the edge. He felt too in the way your thighs began to clench, and you felt him smirk against you again. He was being a smug bastard tonight but you loved every second of it.
“Keys.” You were completely blissed out, so close to falling over the edge.
“Say my name again.” He murmured, sending vibrations against you which pushed you closer. “Baby, say it again.”
“Keys.” You managed.
“That’s my girl.” He groaned, his pace slowing a little. “Who’s making you feel this good?”
“You, Keys, please.” You begged him. “It’s only you.”
“That’s right, baby.” His tongue picked up the pace again and you suddenly felt the coil snap, waves of pleasure washing over you. Keys didn’t relent at all, not until he felt your hands loosen in his hair, coming down from your high.
You were completely fucked out, but after watching you come apart like that for him, Keys wasn’t even a little bit finished with you. He stood up and picked you up from the counter, kissing your lips. “Bedroom.” He said between kisses, carrying you in there and dropping you down on the bed. He wasted no time in taking his clothes off before you were pulling him down to kiss him again, moaning into his mouth.
“Damn, someone’s needy tonight.” You taunted him playfully, as he began to kiss your neck again, sucking so hard you knew it would leave a mark.
“Don’t care, baby. Want everyone to know you’re taken, that you’re all mine.”
“I am yours, Keys. All yours.” You heard him groan again. “Want you inside me, baby.”
“Let me take care of you, honey. Gonna make you feel so good, alright?” He lined himself up before slowly entering you, giving you a second to adjust. Even in his jealous state, he still wanted to make sure you gave him the green light. “All good, honey?”
“Good, you can move.” You told him, hands moving to his back and scratching your nails down it as he began to thrust into you. He buried his face in your shoulder, the two of you moaning at the same time as pleasure overtook both of you.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” He whispered in your ear.
“I am, there’s no one else. Only you.” You breathed.
“Fuck, you feel amazing, sweetheart.” He groaned.
“Keys,” you moaned. “You can go faster, baby. If you want to.”
He didn’t need much convincing. One of his hands moved up to grip the headboard as his restraint snapped a little, picking up his pace and thrusting harder. You were seeing stars behind your eyes, things with Keys had never been so intense before but you absolutely loved it. After a while, you felt that familiar sensation. “I’m so close, baby.”
“Me too, honey.” He responded. “Let go for me, baby. I got you.”
His words had you falling over the edge for the second time that evening, chanting his name like a prayer. Hearing his name fall from your lips, knowing he was the one making you feel so good, had him chasing his own release. Knowing you were on the pill, he finished inside of you, groaning loudly as he gripped the headboard tightly. And you heard a loud cracking sound as he collapsed on top of you.
You giggled as you stroked his hair, both of you breathing heavily. “Jesus Christ, Keys. I think we just broke the bed.”
“Oh, shit.” He glanced up before he started laughing too. “That’s never happened before.”
He leaned in to kiss you and you smiled against his lips. “I think it’s safe to say you’re the only guy I’m thinking about now. I love you, Keys.”
“I love you too, baby.” He nodded. “I’m sorry if I got too crazy.”
You shook your head. “Can’t say I’m too mad about it.”
