requests: heeey could you write steve harrington x fem! reader where she is robin’s best friend and she had a crush on steve during high school but he never notified her but one day she went visiting robin during her work and steve falls in love with at first sight (like she has a different personality from robin, she has like a bubbly personality) ijkohghjjkk thank you so much !!
Steve falling for robin’s best friend and her being skeptical bc she liked Steve in high school
title from taylor swift’s “it’s nice to have a friend”
word count: 4,381 (!!)
warning for cursing because i have the vocabulary of a 12 year old boy
“so you don’t care about me, is what I'm hearing.”
“god, you’re dramatic, y/n,” robin laughed, trying to pull on her shoes while navigating around her room. she was failing to maintain her balance, and every clumsy hop around her room served as punctuation of your premature loneliness. Robin was heading to work, an early morning after your late night sleepover. curled up to your ears in her sheets, your eyes followed her around the room.
“I can't believe you’re leaving me to go hang out with steve harrington.” you punctuated your statement with a faux gag. Robin replied with a noncommittal hum and leveled her eyes with yours, serving to agitate you more.
“I'm not hanging out with him. I'm trying to make money so I can afford all of the expensive candy you like for movie nights.” finally dressed and ready for work, robin sat on the edge of her bed. “and you,” she poked your head, “would like him, he’s not that bad anymore! annoying? yes! but an asshole? not at all.”
listening to her lift steve up made you uneasy. all through high school, steve had been your dream boy. hadn’t he been everyone’s? with the hair, the eyes, the swagger in his step as he walked past you in the hallway...you just about died thinking about it. how embarrassing, you thought. having a crush on steve, the untouchable asshole of your formative years, was about as out of character and cringey as you could have gotten. he never spoke a word to you except to ask to copy off of your homework, and even then, he called you by the wrong name. but god, that boy was pretty.
after graduation, you did your best to avoid steve at all costs. not that he would notice or care, but rather for your sake. it was embarrassing to recall the amount of times you had imagined him choosing staying at your house over a party, or fantasized about running your fingers through his hair. it was your character flaw that you decided to ignore and actively suppress. steve was an asshole, and you recognized that. thus, the active forgetting of steve harrington.
the plan to gradually forget about your schoolgirl feelings for steve had been working, working really well. you’d stopped obsessing over that one time he had accidentally bumped your shoulder in the hallway (and walked away without apologizing, thank you very much), and you couldn’t even remember what color his eyes were. then robin sauntered into your house with her spare key and an unperturbed way about her, proclaiming she landed the mall job and “y/n, you’d never believe who my co-worker is.” and then the humiliation that came with liking steve came rushing back.
did you resent steve? not at all. but at certain points, when you were at your lowest, you wished he could feel as lowly and unimportant as him and his adolescent goons had made you feel. sometimes, though you would never admit it, you wished steve harrington would pine after you, simply so you could brush him off and crush his pretty boy heart as he had crushed yours in high school. but thoughts like that made you feel bad, and were definitely not feasible. the only time nowadays that you had a vague hatred towards steve was when robin went to work. screw him for winning over your best friend too.
“go to work, buckley. when you come home, i’ll be here, in this spot, borderline comatose. wake me up then.” you turned to your side and closed your eyes.
“maybe you could come see me at work, y/n! i’m sure my parents would much prefer that, rather than you lounging in my house all day.”
“mmm, they love me,” you replied, already slipping back into a half-asleep state.
------------------------
“y/n!” robin exclaimed. “wait, is that my shirt?” you stalked into scoops ahoy, dark circles under your eyes. you had awoken after another 3 hours of sleep, and after 30 another minutes of being alone in robin’s house, you decided to finally bite the bullet and visit her at work. there was no motivation besides boredom, loneliness, and the hope that robin’s offers of free ice cream when trying to coax you to come still stood.
“i’m exhausted. can i get a vanilla cone?”
“i don’t see you opening your wallet to pay, y/n,” she said, her motions towards the freezer contradicting her words. she scooped a cone for you and one for herself, and you guys chuckled at how quick robin was to shell out ice cream that would probably come from her paycheck. leaning against the counter, you reveled in the silence that settled as you ate your ice cream. you cherished these moments with robin, where you guys could just enjoy each other’s presence, words unnecessary. for as much as the two of you talked, they didn’t occur often, but when they did, they were peaceful.
robin and you both were enjoying the serenity of the moment, and then there was steve. loud, doors swinging, calling (or shouting, rather) for robin. instantly, you were on edge, and robin sensed it. she was aware of your past feelings towards steve, but unaware of how vast and intensely they spread. she was there when you’d comment quietly to her how nice he looked in his jeans, but absent for the doodling of “harrington” in hearts on the margins of your papers.
seeing steve was a gust of wind in your hair and a suckerpunch to your gut, simultaneously. rigid, ice cream dripping down your hand, you turned to robin, who, despite being engaged in a conversation with steve about their break schedules, was subtly keeping an eye on you, making sure you were okay. “uh, robin?” both heads turned towards you, the first time steve had acknowledged you. the “ahoy” on their sailor hats was so aggressively there and ugly, it only served to make you more anxious.
“is this…?” steve gave robin a look as if to communicate something to her, something secret, and you knew immediately what---or who, rather---he was referencing. stacey. he thought you were stacey. stacey was robin’s beau, who you had listened robin talk about, cry about, gush about, for weeks. you felt blessed, as robin’s best friend, to be able to coach her through her first relationship, which you understood must be extra difficult as a closeted gay woman. robin never had any shortage of stacey related topics to talk about, and you were glad to serve as a sounding board. you’d always just assumed you were the only one robin could bounce her thoughts off of, especially because of her sexuality.
steve thought you were stacey. which means...steve knew robin’s best kept secret. of course steve knew. robin had been preaching about how great and un-assholey he’d become since graduation, something that would only be tested and tried by robin’s candid confession of who she loved. you felt stupid for not having figured it out earlier. steve knew.
“no, harrington,” you piped up, finally regaining your ability to speak for the first time since steve had kicked open the door to the Scoops backroom. “my name’s y/n, and we actually went to high school together. i’d say i’m surprised you don’t remember me, but you were an asshole back then, so….” you let your voice trail off, expecting a snarky remark back from the boy in front of you. steve knew.
the only person behind the counter to pipe up was robin. “steve, this is y/n, my best friend, who is acting, surprisingly, much like one of those assholes she constantly proclaims to hate.” although she was addressing steve, her eyes were locked with yours. there was a jovial tone to her voice, she was clearly not upset with you, but you tilted your chin out in defiance, and tossed the remainder of the ice cream cone away. steve knew. he was quiet. “y/n,” robin began, her voice calm, “i’ll meet you at the Gap on my break. 2:45. go cool off, please?” you took a peek at your casio calculator watch. you had 45 minutes to kill. you gave her a curt nod, and completely disregarded silent steve as you walked out of the ice cream parlor. what had just happened?
no, you didn’t mean to completely be a dick. it was hard to dissect your feelings. it certainly wasn’t fair for you to be upset that robin told steve her secret. you were proud she felt safe enough to share that important part of herself with him. if anything, you were more upset that of all the people in Hawkins, she chose your self-proclaimed, one-sided enemy. but still, unfair. and...you sighed. steve hadn’t even said anything to you. could you blame him? he didn’t remember you, y/n, get over it, you thought. how long were you going to let your internal struggle with steve dictate your actions? especially now that there was a chance at a...mutual friendship of sorts, through robin. had you not fucked that up by the scene you’d just caused.
seeing steve dredged up a lot of negative emotions, you realized. it was embarrassing, especially because everything you and steve “had” was fabricated in your brain. one sided, imaginary, call it what you want. and yet, here you were, harboring real, genuine hurt. at what point does an adult let go of these childish fantasies and quit playing the victim? had you only hurt steve’s feelings (which you weren’t entirely sure you did, seeing as he was just so quiet), maybe you wouldn’t have had the mindset shift, but you could tell robin was upset with your petulant behavior. and quite frankly, you were tired of holding on to high school. you turned on your heel, chuck taylors squeaking against the shiny mall floor, and walked back to scoops ahoy.
the parlor was empty. no one lounging at the tables, cheerily eating a sundae. you assumed this was why steve and robin were huddled in the back room, having a hushed conversation that you could only hear remnants of. you chose to ignore steve yet again, but this time simply to give you the guts to ring the service bell repeatedly. if you pretended only robin could answer, it was easier to be annoying. she was used to you. so, with a heavy hand, you rang the bell. ding. ding. ding. ding. as you poised to ring it once more, steve opened the backroom door, scooper in hand.
he let out a breath of what you marked as relief. maybe he’s just glad you wouldn’t actually be ordering ice cream, you thought, until he said, “i was hoping it was you.”
“oh?” you spluttered, forgetting your whole purpose for returning to the ice cream shoppe.
“yeah, y/n, i just,” he sighed as if to organize his thoughts. “you were right when you said that i didn’t remember you from high school because i was a pompous dick.”
“i didn’t say those words!” you defended, then gestured for him to continue.
“well, you might as well have. i just wanted to apologize, because i really sucked back then. i’m working on it.”
were you ever expecting an apology from steve? no. maybe a few months ago you would have revelled in this, would have eaten it up and made him beg for forgiveness. but at this point, you had changed, and you felt that he didn’t even have to apologize. well, for much, at least.
“you’re good, steve. i’m sorry for caring so much about social hierarchy. it probably isn’t even fair for you to apologize to me.” you shrugged.
steve leaned his elbows on the counter, next to the register, and thought for a moment. “fairness is subjective though, isn’t it? like, what’s fair to you might not be fair to me, or vice versa.”
--------------
after you and steve had apologized to each other in the parlor of Scoops Ahoy, you, him, and robin had been inseparable. no outsiders would ever be able to tell that there was ever a time when you and steve weren’t on good terms...or on any terms for that matter. as time progressed, you’d now easily call steve one of your best friends. you rarely were not at scoops ahoy, hanging out in the backroom and avoiding their managers. steve had an open invitation to your movie nights, now, although he wasn’t yet granted key privileges like robin was. (you were sure your parents would kill you if you ever gave steve harrington a key to your house.) you’d sat backseat in steve’s car as he and robin scream-sang songs you didn’t know the words to. steve and robin had a bond that you could never begin to understand, and you and robin had one steve could never understand.
where did that leave you and steve? working on it, for sure. he was funny, intelligent, and quite personable. he was a great friend to robin, and a great friend to you. you felt bad for writing him off so soon. nothing was difficult with steve. you guys had split and shared plenty of burgers at the local diners, and often the two of you would go to the video store, where you educated steve about movies and their importance. steve was clingy, more so onto you than robin. he always wanted to come over, or wanted you to come hang out, or begged for you to tag along when him and robin went on an adventure.
once, steve had sat you down with a very serious look in his eye, visibly nervous, and declared that you were his best friend. he didn’t know what a best friend felt like, he said, but since you were the person he liked to spend time with the most, it must be you. before you could reply with a similar sentiment, he had added “and robin. but she knew that.”
so, yeah, things were good. and they remained good for months.
and then the switch flipped, and steve started skipping trio adventures, and calling off of work on days robin worked. calls were fielded, and whenever you caught him in the streets, he brushed you off with a “hey y/n” and a “gotta go.” you were worried, because he was isolating himself with no explanation. there was hardly a ghost of him in the spots the three of you frequented “what’s wrong with steve?” you had asked robin when you first noticed his prolonged absence. robin hadn’t brought steve up for a week, which was odd. normally conversations were peppered with his name, although you and robin had always tried your hardest to pass the in real life bechdel test.
robin’s response of “i don’t want to talk about him,” confirmed your sneaking suspicion that something had occurred for steve to become so cold. robin and steve were two of the most easy going people you had ever met, so for them to have had an argument seemed far fetched. robin’s stoney features after you had mentioned his name, however, made it obvious to you that an altercation had happened.
----------------
“what are you doing here?” steve stood behind his door, keeping it open only a hair so you couldn’t wedge yourself inside.
“what is going on with you?” you asked coldly. the time for reaching out gently had passed. “you’ve been absolutely ignoring robin & i, and for what, you asshole?”
“oh shit, is she here?” his eyes scanned his front lawn frantically, in search for robin. “you shouldn’t be here, y/n.”
“good thing you aren’t in charge of telling me what i should and shouldn’t do, dad. if you don’t talk to me...i’ll..i’ll scream!”
“go away.” he motioned to shut the door.
surprising him by how compliant you were, you turned on your heel and trotted down off of his front porch into the lawn. pleased with himself for getting you away so easily, he closed the door and turned the lock. as soon as you heard the lock click, and watched steve skate away through the window, you planted your feet and took a deep breath.
and then you were screaming. god, you hoped his parents and neighbors weren’t home, because here you were, in steve harrington’s front yard, wailing. you were screaming bloody murder, pausing to catch your breath with all of the cadence of a baby’s cry. you started from a yell and transitioned into a scream. you screamed in every musical scale known to man. you screamed loudly, and you screamed even louder than loudly. your voice box was your portable “ring for service” bell. so, you exercised it.
it felt like years, although it was only 30 seconds of sound until steve came running out into his front yard. he was trying his best to be angry, asking you “what the actual fuck, y/n,” but he was stifling laughter.
“i told you i would, steve.”“you’re so infuriating!” he let out a frustrated chuckle, and carded his hands through his hair, tugging. “and i’m,” he sighed, facing you with a hollow look in his eye. “i’m in love with you. god, i’m in love with you, and robin’s pissed. so i took a step away for her to cool off, and for me to,” he shrugged,”i don’t know, for me to get over it i guess.”
for all of that screaming you had done earlier, you were now speechless. moments and moments, it felt like a million moments passed and there was nothing but silence. what were you to say? how do you respond to such a candid confession? finally, after what felt like three years of silence, steve cut his sad and unwavering eye contact and headed back into his house, leaving you there, feet planted, stunned into silence and stagnance.
you waited a beat in his lawn, processing. then the only thing on your mind was robin. you made a mad dash to your car, shaking your key ring in an effort to start the engine faster. after speeding an ungodly amount, you reached robin’s house. you parked haphazardly in her driveway, shifting into park before you even braked to a stop.
as you unlocked robin’s door, with your key labeled “robin’s” in big bold letters, she heard the lock jingling and came to the door. “y/n, i was just about to leave and come to your house! i want to go to a movie, is there anything good out?”
“steve’s in love with me?” you spoke silently, feeling small, the gravity of the confession finally hitting you.
“well, that’s not exactly a movie,” she tried to joke, but noticing the sullen look in your eyes, she sighed and took a seat on the couch. “yeah, he is.”
“what the hell, robin?” you took your usual seat to the left of her, sprawling your limbs out. “he told me you were pissed off.”
“well, yeah! you broke your own heart in high school over him, and you were sick for years. imagine if he actually broke your heart? you’d be inconsolable.”
“for him to break my heart, i’d have to feel the same way, dingus.” you poked her arm.
“are you stupid?” she deadpanned, causing you to let out a shocked laugh and sit up straight.
“robin!” you gaped. “i am not in love with steve!”
“okay, you’re stupid,” robin said again, sending the two of you into a fit of giggles. you loved robin so much, that sitting there, laughing and talking about boys was enjoyable, and you almost forgot the two of you were talking about steve. your best friend steve. robin always knew you better than yourself, though, so her implications about your feelings for steve made you think. were you in love with steve? every memory the two of you had shared flashed through your brain like a movie montage. you and steve ordering two different entrees, and then splitting them. steve sneaking you into his house, past his parents, so you could lay in bed and read comics. steve letting you cling onto him during scary movie night, robin calling the both of you pansies in the background. that one time steve called himself daddy and your stomach did a little flip.
“oh fuck, robin, i think i’m in love with steve,” you groaned, burying her head into her shoulder. everything was made complicated by this realization, you knew. robin and steve weren’t even on speaking terms because of this, and you hadn’t even been involved at that point. and you didn’t even respond to steve when he told you. he was probably so upset. further than that, what would robin think if you and steve were to like...try and get together? would she be mad? what would that mean for the three of you as a unit?
you relayed all of these feelings, thoughts, and questions to robin. although she was close to the situation and probably biased, you still trusted her the most to give you accurate and smart advice. her answers always were right, because she knew you better than you knew yourself. robin assured you that her and steve hadn’t explicitly fought, per se, but she had let him know how she felt about the situation and advised him to step away and sort himself out. but no argument had occurred, contrary to your imagined idea. there were no “bad terms” between the two of them, and robin said she felt like if she saw steve this weekend, they’d fall back into their normal relationship and banter. this soothed you.
“but if...if steve doesn’t hate me, and something like, happens, how would you feel?”
“first of all, y/n, you’re dramatic,” you nod in agreement. “as long as he’s not an idiot, and you’re not an idiot...i suppose i will be okay. as long as you’re not, like, gross or anything. but i trust both of you.”
and that, honestly, was all you needed to hear. after pinky promising you would come back to robin’s house later and tell her everything, you left as quickly as you had come, whipping out of the driveway and going back to where your day’s adventure had first started: steve’s place.
you felt like you were walking on eggshells around steve, and although you were so excited you wanted to scream (again) and bang on his door, you channeled all of your nervous energy into a doorbell ring and rocking back and forth on your heels. when steve came to the door, he looked sadder than you left him. his hair was wild, his eyes red.
“i love you,” you stated simply, but you felt like your words fell short. how do you put so much emotion into 3 words? there was no way that this could encompass what you felt for steve. you paused. “there’s no way that those words can encompass what i feel for you.”
------------
“you’re fucking annoying, steve,” robin stated, tossing a piece of popcorn at him as she stood up to leave. it was movie night at his house, and although he wasn’t really doing anything, him and robin were engaged in some playful banter. steve had made some comments about the poor cinematography of the movie robin had chosen, and she was displeased. you were situated snugly in steve’s lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. you vocally agreed with robin because, yeah, steve was annoying, and he gave your hip a pinch, making you jump.
“asshole!” you yelped, peeling yourself off of him.
“you love me,” he commented, not incorrect.
“yeah, but you’re annoying.” you and robin were a united front, always, despite what you and steve’s relationship status was. you wrapped your arms around her tightly. “drive home safely, please.” she nodded and tipped an invisible hat.
“i always do, y/n. you two lovebirds have fun, but not too much fun, because we have work tomorrow morning, steve!” she made a hand motion indicating that she was watching him, moving two fingers from her eyes to point at him.
“aye aye, captain! get some rest, you’ve got a lot of ice cream slinging to do tomorrow. i’m thinking i’m going to hang in the backroom for a little bit.” he grinned as robin groaned, letting herself out of the front door with a sing-songy “goodbye.”
“c’mere, love,” steve said, looking up at you from the couch. you gave him a big smile and returned to your seat in his lap, straddling him.
this was the only thing that was different about movie nights now. you and steve would spend the night together afterwards. steve was your boyfriend now. could high school you believe it? you ran your fingers through his hair, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead. “i know you have work tomorrow, and i wanna spend as much time as possible with you, but i’m really tired,” you mumbled, laying your head on his shoulder.
he nodded with a smile. “that’s okay, baby. let’s lay in bed, we’ll kiss a little, and i’ll let you sleep.” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
as soon as the two of you were situated, face washed, pajamas on, covers pulled up to your chins, steve turned to you and pushed a piece of hair out of your face. “i can’t believe i have the coolest girlfriend ever.”
“i can’t believe you’re this cheesy, harrington,” you replied, but his words made your chest warm. you were the farthest thing from cool, and all you had ever wanted was steve to think you were cool. although he was, at this point, not a very good judge of being “cool,” because he had evolved into less of a high school king and more of a loveable dork, you were still elated to hear this from him. steve thought you were cool. and you weren’t, clearly, but he wasn’t either. you pressed a kiss to his lips gently, a smile permanently etched onto your face. “i love you, dingus.”
okay sooo since i also have an itch i can’t scratch (for steve) what about him trying to warm the reader up? like they’re so cold and their lips are turning blue so he steps in, yaknow fluff and stuff
cute!!! my new dorm building is super cold so I feel this one for sure. anyways here's some fluff for u thank u for the request!
steve warming you up
steve harrington x reader
it gets super cold in Hawkins
like...polar vortex cold
but will a little chill keep you from seeing your boyfriend?
hell no
so you hop in your car and head over to steve’s
he’s pissed when he sees you
but not really
in a cross, playful way
“you could’ve frozen to death out there!”
he scolds as he pulls you inside
you’re so layered up with jackets and sweaters you can hardly move
so Steve helps you peel off clothes, layer by layer
“lift your arms, baby!”
frustration “Steve, I can’t”
you guys are laughing but it’s so hard and the more you struggle the more frustrated the two of you get
and then finally..finally
you’re stripped down to your t-shirt and jeans
parkas and scarves strewn across the room
and it’s fucking cold
but you can’t put all of that shit back on
instant pout mode activated
“stevey I'm cold,” you whine, holding the “o” in cold out
he gives you whatever sweaters and sweatpants you ask for, even the one he’s wearing
so you’re decked out in hawkins high basketball team swag
he’s worn those so much they hardly keep you warm anymore, but they smell like him so those are your go to
Steve takes a polaroid of you with the hood up because you looked so cute
he takes a piece of tape and hangs it up on the wall right then and there
as you’re sitting on the bed watching him
heart eyes
Steve is 100% the boyfriend to tell you your lips are blue and quivering even though they aren't
“are you cold? your lips look cold. lemme warm you up.”
you and Steve lay in his bed
well, Steve lays
you cling
he’s holding you tightly trying to make sure you’re warm, comfortable, and happy
he’s kissing you, kissing you, kissing you
“enough, stevey!”
you giggle
“jus’ want you comfortable, baby...” he mumbles into your hair
okay, so you kiss him again
that’s your mf baby, how could you deny him kisses
once you feel like you’re adequately warm, socked feet rubbing against Steve’s leg
he stops whatever conversation you were in the middle of
summary: drunk Steve head canons, or rather, me taking these prompts and word-vomiting because I am so whipped and soft for Steve :(
requests: heyy ! hope you're doing well!! i've seen that requests were open again and i would like to request some drunk!steve headcanons ; thanks! (sorry if there's some mistakes, english ain't my main language !!)
drunk!steve x reader hc??? or maybe viceversa, whatever u like the most :) ♡ love ur writing btw!
gif obviously not mine. side note, how do people make gifs? gshit that’s talent
drunk Steve x female reader headcanons
obvious warning for drinking, and then a not so obvious one for cursing
you & steve go out to a party
and last time he drove you home so you promised to be his designated driver this time
“are you sure?”
“yes, steve, i’m positive!”
he wants to hang out with you all the time at the party
to the point where you have to tell him (very lovingly) to leave you alone
because he won’t get past tipsy if he’s attached to your hip
and you know he came to the party with the intention of leaving wasted
he’s the only one of his friends who can tap the keg
so you send him away to go hang out with them and drink
while you stay in the kitchen nursing a cherry coke
beastie boys is playing
after a bit of the both of you flitting around the party and mingling separately
steve gravitates back towards you
he’s sweaty and his eyes are glazed over
you give him a quick survey to make sure he’s okay and hasn’t reached his limit
he’s so drunk
but okay and safe
anyways
drunk steve doesnt give a fuck
his hair is a mess
you run your hands through it and try and tame it but he’s moving so much
“i missed you, baby!” “i missed you too, stevey”
he’s a loud drunk when he’s with his friends, but when he’s with you he’s quiet and clingy
he’ll be wrapped around you
you’re rubbing his back
and some boy you’ve never seen before comes in, and steve is suddenly shouting in your ear
steve wants to dance but his balance and motion in general is so messed up
you guys try for a little bit but a lot of it is steve putting all of his weight on you
so you suggest that you guys sit down and make out instead
fuck yes
also whenever steve is drunk he wants everyone to know that you’re his girlfriend
“yeah my girl is driving me home tonight, that’s her over there, with the hair”
it’s nice whenever steve doesn’t have to be the DD because he gets to let go of the stress that comes with being the most Protective boyfriend ever
like when you’re drunk? he’s got his eyes on you just to make sure you’re safe and drinking somewhat responsibly
but when he’s drunk he knows you’ll take care of him so he lets loose
and you’re not jealous or overbearing at all, so you let him do what he wants, checking in every so often
sometimes he’ll have one too many or come up with a stupid idea
and you have to coax him out of it with a sweet “stevey” or a “baby”
steve holds his alcohol well and for him the fun is in getting plastered
so once he’s drunk drunk and has said a slurred hi to everyone at the party he’s ready to go home
so he hangs on you while you mingle
and whispers in your ear about how drunk he is until you get the hint
“i’m so drunk i could literally kiss you right now” he says seriously
????
“you can’t kiss me sober?” you laugh
“fuck wait--no, i mean...fuck, i’m drunk”
he pouts for 30 minutes about wanting to go home and then as soon as you grab your keys he’s suddenly so invested in the party again
“steve, if you don’t get in this car right now…”
“but they’re going swimming” puppy dog eyes
“we can go swimming when we get back to your house, baby.” not
okay steve is actually the prettiest boy to ever exist
he’ll look over at you while you’re driving home and
oh my god
he’s covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hairspray has long given up on him
but his pupils are blown up and he looks at you with all the love in the world in his eyes
and you’re admiring how sweet your boyfriend is until he opens his mouth
“wanna fuck?”
you’re instantly laughing
he’s not even horny he just doesn’t know what to do with himself
he loves you so much but he’s so wasted
you get him back into his bedroom after much stumbling and trying to hold him up
he’s such a dramatic drunk
you leave to go get him a water and few asprin to leave on his nightstand for the morning
when you come back he’s only wearing boxers and sitting on the edge of the bed
he flops backwards onto his bed to the best of his ability and sighs loudly
“what’s wrong with you, my love?” you ask, knowing that’s what he wants.
“‘m drunk and you havent even asked if you can stay the night.”
he will guilt trip you into sleeping over
and hold you so so so tight in bed
it’s nearly impossible to tell where you end and where steve begins you guys are so close
“you really should’ve showered, steve”
“shhhh…”
a lot of innocent neck kisses
by this time he’s so close to sober
he just loves his girl so much
“i love you, bubby,” you tell him. “make sure you drink a little more water before you go to bed, okay?”
summary: steve & reader fight before the battle of Starcourt
requests: Helloooo 😄 I saw your requests were open so could I request an angst/fluff fic with Steve Harrington who gets into a fight with his girlfriend right before the Battle of Starcourt and make up after? Thanks 😍😍
Heyyyy could I request a steve Harrington x reader where steve shows up at the readers house right after all the shit of s3 went down and she just like takes care of him??? Like soft hugs and first aid and maybe steve being the little spoon??? Your writing is amazing btwww
“get out of my car.” you cocked your head and crossed your arms, staring straight ahead as a sign that, no, you would not get out of his car. after a dramatic beat of silence, steve unbuckled his seatbelt, and swung his door open. stalking around to the passenger side, he yanked the handle and stood, feet planted, at your door. “get. out.”
“what the fuck steve, i’m not going to walk home!” delicately placing your feet on the dashboard, you turned to look at him, a defiant glint in your eye. you had the upper hand, you knew. steve wouldn’t touch you or physically make you get out of the car. he’d get tired of waiting, frustrated to no end, and eventually drive you home. the feet on the dashboard was just a little touch you had picked up to speed up the process. you & steve had been here before.
the fights had started about a month ago. the honeymoon period was gone, worn off as soon as school ended and the two of you had found yourselves with nothing to do but argue. they were about different things, steve forgetting to call you after work, or you “flirting” with some other guy when you came to visit steve at work. they usually all followed the same format; the silent treatment, then steve would ask you to go for a drive and talk things out in his car. this almost never worked and ended with you guys getting into a big screaming argument. then, steve would ask you--nay, tell you---to get out of his car. it usually ended with him driving you home silently and you kissing him as you left. sometimes you’d invite him in for a nap. fighting took a lot of energy.
this fight in particular didn’t quite follow this archetype. there had been screaming matches all week leading up to this moment. on Sunday, you and steve had walked hand in hand into church, dressed in your Sunday best, smiling at the congregation. you’d been pinching each other’s wrists and swatting at each other discreetly the whole service. Robin pushed you out of scoops ahoy on monday when you stalked in with an accusatory finger pointed at steve. (she had whispered in your ear, “this is for your own good.” you loved robin.) on this tuesday morning, steve called your house and charmed your mom when she answered, just to curse you out when you answered the phone. (“I’m picking you up in my fucking car before my shift, and we’re gonna talk this shit out, and kiss and make the fuck up.” “what if i don’t want to, asshole?” he had already hung up and was on his way.)
cut to being pulled over on the side of the road, with your feet up on steve’s dashboard. “I'm gonna miss my shift, y/n. just get out.” his tone shifted into one of apathy, and you felt the change.
neither of you had the energy to fight anymore, truthfully, but you were both still mad. you sighed. no way in hell you were getting out of the car. flatly, you replied, “if you care so much about this job, you’d better start driving. you’ve got to take me home before you go to the mall.”
steve let out a loud, exasperated groan and slammed the passenger door shut, making you flinch. as he made his way back around the car, your eyes filled with tears. you were tired of fighting. you missed your old steve, the one who would visibly light up when he saw you, or tell scoops ahoy customers “that’s my girlfriend,” when you sat at a table visiting at work. you missed when he was proud of you, when he craved your presence and would come over quickly before work just to kiss you and tell you he loved you. and this car, god, this car. you missed when it wasn’t a symbol of a fight. you missed drive-in movies and backseat makeouts and laying on the hood watching the stars.
the engine started up, and steve began the drive to your house. “aren’t you tired of fighting?” you asked softly, wiping your eyes. no response from steve.
and truthfully, this was just as painful for him as it was for you. he missed when you’d call him baby, or laugh at his dumb jokes, or calm him down after a family dinner. he missed sleepovers, you wearing his shirt and kissing his neck gently. he missed his girl, he missed feeling like he knew you well enough to call you his girl. he missed when you’d come in to Scoops and sit in the backroom, doodling on the white board that once held a single point with your name on it under “you rule.”
he was speechless. truly, he couldn’t answer you, and he felt like shit about it. you sighed in the spot that should’ve been his reply, and focused your attention out of the window until steve pulled the car into your driveway slowly. you turned to him as you unbuckle your seatbelt, waiting for what usually happened. you waited for him to turn to you, kiss you softly, and send you on your way.
it didn’t happen. eventually, you got out of his car with a quiet “love you,” which steve again didn’t return. he pulled out of the driveway as you stood there and watched.
that was tuesday. you hadn’t heard from him since. it was thursday, july 4th, and steve’s radio silence sent you a loud and clear message that your plans to stay home and watch movies with the word “America” in the title were cancelled. you would have called robin or the party to hang out, but you hadn’t heard from them either. calls to robin weren’t even answered, and after two times of calling the henderson house, you started to feel a little weird. it felt like the whole town of hawkins was either ignoring you or hanging out without you. you even went to joyce’s house with your bike basket full of ingredients to bake cookies with her, but no one was home.
so you spent the day in bed, sad, contemplating if you and steve were even still together. your parents were working, so you had free reign to lounge on any of the surfaces in the house without judgement. part of you hoped steve would show up, regret written on his face, and a bag full of greasy mall food. but 8pm came and passed, and there was no one. no one home, no one around. no one setting off fireworks in your neighborhood. and definitely no remorseful boyfriends here to sweep you off your feet.
after spending the day lounging and moping, you weren’t exactly tired, but the absolute failure of a day upset you to no end and you just wanted it to be over. as soon as you retreated from the couch to your bed and wrapped yourself up in the covers, there was a loud, urgent knock at the door. you should’ve checked, should’ve made sure who it was before running down the hall, socked feet pattering and swinging open the door. but you knew. you knew it was steve because you knew him. you knew he wouldn’t bail on plans without no call, even in the nastiest of fights.
and although you were expecting steve, you were absolutely not expecting him in his scoops ahoy uniform, bloodied and beaten. “come in, what the fuck, come in!” you ushered him inside, instantly emotional.
“hi,” he grinned.
“what the fuck, steve?” you asked, no malice behind your words, just genuine confusion.
he thought for a few seconds then sighed into a chuckle. “it’s a really long story, and one i owe you, but right now, my face is killing me, and i need you.” you’d been waiting for him to say he needed you for months now. no matter how mad you two had been at each other prior to this moment, this is what you both craved.
“well, go shower first, because you smell like piss, then i’ll patch you up and we can talk.” you paused. “really talk, this time.”
---------------------------------------------
“I call bullshit. Russians? no way.” steve was perched on the closed toilet seat, eyes closed, as you tried to clean his wounds to the best of his ability.
“would I lie to you?” you thought for a second. through everything, no, steve had never lied to you.
“I suppose not. but also, being trapped in a secret russian elevator seems like a pretty sick excuse for not calling, if it wasn’t true,” you replied, and steve laughed, opening his eyes to look up at you.
“I thought about you the whole time, y/n. I missed you.”
“you missed me when you were trapped in a russian base camp? noted.” you gave him a soft kiss over his eyebrow and closed up your first aid kit. “I missed you when i was sitting at home, doing nothing.” you grabbed some of steve’s emergency hair product from under your sink and began to work some into his still-damp hair.
“nothing? you didn’t watch our ‘america’ movies?”
“without you?” he hummed in response.
--------------------------------------
an american in Paris was playing softly on the tv when steve turned to look at you in his arms. “I'm really sorry, you know? I was a dick. I hate fighting with you. you know that.” you nodded, prompting him to continue. “I thought I was going to die down there, baby. I was drugged, tied up---don’t look at me like that, i know---” you tried to mask your incredulous expression. “--and I truly thought I was dead. and I didn't wanna die knowing that we were fighting. it tore me up. and, like,” he paused to sigh, '' I could die at literally any moment. I could've died on tuesday on my way to pick you up, and my last memory of you would’ve been you being escorted out of scoops by robin because you were inconsolably angry with me.”
you let out a little chuckle and pulled his arms tighter around you. “sorry about that.” there was a lingering moment of comfortable silence as you came up with your response. this healthy communication was something you weren’t entirely sure how to navigate yet, clearly. steve’s entire body was engrossing you, physical contact you had been longing for. you had his full attention, and you weren’t sure what to do with it. “i think...i think that we need to talk more. and if we get mad...just, talk rather then instantly resort to screaming or silence. we need an in-between.” you turned to face him, your hands cupping his cheeks. you let your thumb ghost over his lips, narrowly avoiding the still swollen cut on the side. “this can be our in-between. i love you, i love you so much. i hate wasting all of our time together fighting. i’m tired. i want to be able to come over and just love you, nothing else to it. so maybe, stop being so infuriating all of the time.” he gasped and stuck his tongue out at you. “just kidding.”
“i missed you, baby,” steve murmured. you knew he wasn’t just referring to his time trapped under the mall. you and him both realized that his conversation was one that you both desparately needed to have, and that this marked a new dynamic between the two of you.
“i missed you too,” you sniffled, sticking out your bottom lip. he kissed it gently, making you tear up.
“why are you crying?” he laughed softly and rocked you back and forth in his arms.
you let out a watery chuckle and wiped your eyes on the sleeve of his shirt. “i just missed you!” steve pressed his lips to the top of your head and let them rest there, humming along with the movie. after a few seconds you gasped and pulled away. “steve! stop comforting me!” he gave you a weird look and lifted his hands up in surrender slowly. “you’re the one who was literally tortured by evil russians tonight, and fought a….”
“the mind flayer,” he supplied
“a mind flayer!” you continued, “get up.” steve furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to figure out what your plan was. you stood up and gestured for him. “get. up.” when he stood up reluctantly, you laid on the couch and opened your arms for him.
“stop,” he whined, pulling out the p.
“this is happening, steve!” you grinned and he slowly lowered himself onto the couch and into your arms. this had been a subject of many conversations between the two of you. steve’s aversion to being the little spoon is something he doesn’t like to pinpoint, but you know it’s because he’s so conditioned into being the primary caretaker for people, that it’s hard for him to soften and let that care come in for himself. you figured that being tortured by russians and interdimensional creatures should be an exception to steve’s “big spoon only” rule.
“relax, stevey…” you kiss above his ear and you feel him physically untense in your arms. he sighs, the exhaustion from his week finally hitting him. “go to sleep, patriot. i love you.” he smiles.
I'm so glad you asked, truly. I'm afraid my blog is becoming too headcanon heavy! does anyone mind? maybe it’s my niche lol. I would love to write some drabbles or one-shots if anyone has any requests. maybe I'll reblog a prompt list. also, i severely need to update my masterlist. i digress. anyway, without further adieu...
high!steve headcanons
steve harrington x reader
warning! description of marijuana use and i also say curse words a decent amount of times ahead. there’s also nsfw content. i’m so sorry KSKSKS. you’ve been warned!
steve loves to spark up
modern!steve for sure uses a pen because he can’t be assed with everything that goes into rolling a joint
but anyway
he doesn’t like to smoke around tons of people or at a party or anything
because it’s more of a stress release for him
he puts a record on and lays in his bed
(at this point his parents are gone so often and are not concerned in the slightest about him so he can get away with it a lot)
he lets himself relax into the bed and lets the drug cloud his mind in such a way that he releases his worries for a bit
he’s called you and asked you to bring him food countless times
“steve, if you know you’re gonna get hungry, why wouldn’t you just get stuff beforehand?” you grumble lightheartedly, tossing him his greasy bag of french fries
if you guys smoke together, he deadass cannot stop laughing
like everything you do is so fucking funny
“baby, stop fucking laughing, holy shit!” you turn to face him but you scolding him is even more funny than whatever he was laughing about in the first place
he wants to touch you. his senses are so heightened he will literally just put his hand on you, just to feel you
“can i kiss you?” he’ll give you his most convincing face, but you don’t need it because you wanna kiss him just as badly. he’s so pretty. “yeah, baby, of course.” 🥺
just laying together lazy, loved up, eyes at half mast
he loves his bong so much but he saves it for when you guys are together because he thinks smoking from it is impressive
he has two moods when high: soft or horny
usually he’s just soft!
this mans just wants to kiss you and lay in your arms
but other times he’s dry humping you and god you’re too high to entertain him right now
you let out an exasperated groan
and he immediately starts giggling
(he does, however, have your full consent in the humping debacle, as i should clear up)
a lot of the time you give him a half-assed handjob that he thinks is a god-send because he’s just so hard
baby
he never ever ever pressures you to smoke ever
and if you’re okay with him getting buzzed while you’re sober
he’ll always be super careful, ready to stop or attempt to sober up if you say the world
anyways i could say a lot more but i just love steve so much my brain is all cloudy. hi.
he for sure carries around one of those kanken backpacks
(it’s red)
“steve can i put my stuff in your bag?” puppy dog eyes
he has a massive instagram following to the point where when he posts a picture of the two of you, girls from across the world comment heartbreak emojis
he’s not an influencer, he’s just pretty
when he’s bored or he misses you, he’ll text you “:(“ and you have to figure out whether he’s actually sad or if he’s just being dramatic
he has very strong opinions on music, but instead of them being pretentious, he just firmly believes things like “one direction deserved a grammy!”
you guys go to a lot of music festivals and concerts
he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your head so you can feel when he’s singing along
you buy him lush products for his hair for christmas
and you get him a face mask, but only because you know he’ll share it with you
on nights in, you guys curl up on the couch and watch netflix
a lotttt of new girl
his favorite character is winston
his favorite social media is snapchat
he sends you dumb pictures of his face throughout the day, especially at work
when he uses the lenses, it’s a lot of “look baby, i’m old!” or “look at me as a girl, baby!”
he’s so annoying but also the sweetest
whenever you guys are apart, he wants to facetime
when he’s driving, instead of listening to music, he facetimes you and situates his phone snugly against his dash
you get him a pair of airpods for your anniversary so that he can talk to you in public easier
he has a bad online shopping habit
packages will show up at your house, and at first you’re like??? i didn’t order this?
but as time goes on, an amazon package will show up and you just know it’s from him
you text him “steve i did not need a new pair of socks”
when you complain about it (“steve. your arms do not need to be on my side of the bed.”), he just pulls you on top of him
he usually sleeps in just boxers, but he complimented your cute pajama set so you bought him one for your “a year and 3 months anniversary”
(you guys always find silly reasons to celebrate, but i digress and more on that in a maybe later post)
now every so often steve wears a matching pajama set to bed
he comes out of the bathroom after his shower wearing it and you melt
this man literally invented cuddling
and pillowtalk
and making out
but back to cuddling
he is The Big Spoon almost always
even if he’s having a bad day, he’d rather hold you than vice versa
something about being able to feel you in his arms, see you, and make sure you’re there calms him down
which brings me to his nightmares :(
poor baby has so much pent up trauma from all of the strange Hawkins happenings, and it manifests itself during his sleep
it’s not a normal occurrence, and you two can normally get a restful night of sleep
but sometimes he wakes up limbs flailing, chest heaving, in a cold sweat
you like to say you wake up with him all the time but sometimes he calls out to you with a small “babe?” and a sniffle
and then you’re wide awake
lots of hair strokes
on nightmare nights and on normal nights
from you to steve and from steve to you
steve always falls asleep first and wakes up last
you help him fall asleep by running your hands through his hair or pressing tiny kisses to his chest
you guys sleep together until mid-morning, when you wake up and get bored
so you wake steve by rolling on top of him and kissing his neck up to his ear and whispering “steve.” point blank
anyway steves baby and i wanna smooch him
ok i wanted to post my first steve thing and kind of gauge reactions but i love this & i love steve and i finally feel really happy when i’m writing so i will probably end up writing. more.
Admin I love your writing so much! You are extremely talented so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise! And I would love to request Klaus having feelings for a girl who can turn invisible, if that’s ok :)
hi anon <3 sorry this is super duper late and stuff. been going THROUGH it! but your kind words are lovely, thank you so much. i hope this is enjoyable :)
klaus dating a girl who can turn invisible headcanons
telling him about it
when klaus sits you down to talk about his time in the umbrella academy, you laugh right in his face.
not maliciously, or anything, but a sort-of shocked laugh because his dramatic confession of, “y/n, i see dead people,” was so sweet and candid.
“can i tell you something that might be even crazier, klaus?” you inquired.
“i mean, good luck trying to follow that one up, but go off, i guess.” klaus leaned back in his seat, and all of a sudden you were gone.
instead of using words to tell him of your ability to turn invisible, you decided to demonstrate and revel in his panic-stricken reaction.
after a few seconds, he sat up straight with a wide, lopsided grin on his face. “y/n, you can turn invisible? that’s fucking sick!” he pauses. “you think we could pull off a bank robbery with that?”
“klaus!” you groan.
as you guys are walking home, hand in hand, he asks “so that’s a definite no on the robbery plan, right?”
random relationship headcanons
klaus squints his eyes awake as the sun rises to find you not lying in bed next to him.
instant panic, and in his half-sleeping state, he swings his arm over onto your empty pillow.
“klaus!” you shout, instantly awake after being literally smacked in the face.
(this happens often)
one day he comes home wearing hideous camouflage just to mess with you.
“we’re twins!” “fuck OFF, klaus.”
he often asks if you’re still opposed to a bank heist
whenever you guys fight, you turn invisible for hours and hours, dodging klaus when he comes close to you.
he pouts quite a lot about it but as you guys progress in your relationship, he gets better at figuring out where you are, and he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your neck
tangentwithtanner
prguitarman
blakekathryn
origamiaround
ellievsbear