jen

she/her 20 smut blog bc im a whore 18+ pls

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💕about me: jen, 20, joe keery enthusiast! bisexual, enfp, college student, smut blog, mdni! 🎀

requests are open!! i mostly write small blurbs on whateva :)) i write sporadically, as a student i can get quite busy, i apologize in advance if it takes me a while to get around to your request ://

currently writing for steve harrington and other joe keery characters <333

masterlist:

steve harrington:

blurbs (rambles, couple hundred words): 

big dick steve

steve fucking you in a headlock

dry humping with steve

steve fucking reader in a santa costume

touching steve in the car

throat training with steve

cockwarming

creampies

steve ‘breeding kink’ harrington

squirting

mommy kink

morning sex

steve touching himself while hes going down on you

giving cocky!steve head

sharing you with eddie

letting him hit it raw

best friend perv steve 1 | best friend perv steve 2

steve with innexperienced reader

toxic ex bf steve and toxic ex gf

titfucking

dilf!steve having a daddy kink

getting caught by dilf!steves ex wife

dilf!steve taking care of you

tummy bulge

ex!bf steve getting jealous

dilf!steve x mirror

unfinished

cockwarming dilf!steve

oneshots (1k+ words):

just for comfort

using a fleshlight on sub!steve

steve and insecure reader

weekend getaway with hubby!steve

thoughts (100-200 words, small ideas :p):

steve fucking the attitude out of you

he cant pull out :(

working out with perv!bsf steve

making love in the shower <33

sitting on dilf!steves face

fluff (omg fluff in a smut blog?!!!!):

showering after the final battle

running into bf steve after the russians

kissing steve with lip plumper

raspberries :,)

gator tillman:

blurbs (couple hundred words):

fucking in the back of his cruiser

facefucking

kurt kunkle:

blurbs (couple hundred words):

touching kurt for the first time

teaching kurt how to touch you

overstimming kurt

virgin!kurt

kurt wanting your attention

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soooo like we gonna get an ass-obsessed steve one shot🧐

dont tempt me 😉😉😉

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HOT TAKE STEVE IS AN ASS MAN

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keep in mind this is him staring at ass.

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the way I fucking moaned

[lustfaeeryy]

boy, fuck u and that tongue of urs

[stuck-with-uu]

help. my pussy gone crazy

via tik tok

[djohours]

Boyfriend

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babygirl

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SHOW ME, I'LL SHOW YOU | s.h

You tell Steve that you don't think you're capable of orgasming with a guy. He's determined to prove you wrong.

pairing: steve harrington x reader words: 4.2k contains: (18+ smut!! minors dni) mutual masturbation, porn with very little plot, hint of friends to lovers, pet names, steve is packing, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader.

author's note: request by @djobriens | this is inspired by that scene from off campus!! recently watched it and i am forever changed. this was yet another request that started as a blurb and ended up being way too long.

18+ taglist | masterlist | 3k special masterlist | requests page

Telling one of your closest friends that a guy had never made you come had seemed like an okay idea at first. Unless that guy was Steve Harrington who took the news like it was a personal insult.

"What?" He asked, a look of horror on his face as he stared at you as though he was waiting for some sort of punchline. "Never? You're kidding right? This is some sort of sick joke—"

Your face feels hot as you look away from Steve, suddenly regretting telling him about your disappointing date from Saturday night. Suddenly regretting being too honest with him, about the lack of orgasms that you had received from men over the years. You would usually talk about this sort of stuff with Robin but she was on vacation with her family and you needed someone to vent to. And so, you had showed up to Steve’s under the guise of a movie night and general catch up.

But maybe venting to Steve had been a bad idea.

"Forget I said anything," you say quickly, leaning over to grab the large bowl of popcorn that had been sitting on Steve's lap and stuffing a large handful into your mouth just to avoid answering any further questions.

But of course—Steve wasn't going to let you off that easily.

"I'm serious!" Steve says, snatching the popcorn back and placing it on the coffee table before shifting on the sofa to look at you properly. "This is—this is abhorrent. Do you exclusively date selfish assholes or something?"

If you hadn't had a mouthful of popcorn, you would have probably argued with him. But instead you settle for sending him a glare as you chew what was left of the salty popcorn in your mouth.

"Do you finish when you touch yourself?"

You nearly choke on a popcorn kernel.

"Jesus Christ, Harrington!" you gasp out, your face now so hot you were surprised that steam wasn’t rising from your skin. “You can’t just ask me that—”

“—what?” Steve asks, seemingly confused why you were so taken aback by his question. “I’m trying to help—”

“—by asking me about masturbation?”

“I’m just trying to understand the situation!”

You huff because you knew deep down Steve had good intentions. You knew he wasn’t asking to be a creep—he was asking because he genuinely cared about you and wanted to help you with the situation. But talking about something so intimate with Steve made you feel a lot of things that you weren’t quite sure what to do with.

“Yes,” you say finally, determinedly not looking at Steve as you answer. “Yes, I um, I finish when I—you know—”

“—touch yourself?” Steve finishes for you and the words send heat coursing through your entire body. You shift on the couch beside him, eyes on his TV that was currently playing some sitcom you were no longer paying attention to. “C’mon, don’t be coy about it! Masturbation is normal! I do it at least three times a—”

“—Steve!” You scold him, your face somehow even hotter as you turn to glare at him. “I don’t need to know about how many times a week you jerk off—”

“—actually, I was going to say that I do it three times a day.”

You look at him and suddenly, any intelligent thought you had disappears. Because now all you could think about was Steve and what he’d look like fucking his fist with his cock. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Steve in that way before. He may be a good friend of yours but he was also stupidly attractive and wore jeans that hugged his lower half a little too well. Sometimes, if you had a chance to look at him for long enough, you could see the imprint of his thick cock over the denim. And his ass—

“You know I’m kidding right?” Steve asks you, seeming to take your lack of response as disgust—when in reality it was anything but. “I don’t—that’s just excessive. Few times a week is enough for me—”

“—okay, okay! I get it!” You interrupt, wanting him to stop talking because his words were going straight to your core and you didn’t want your traitorous eyes to shift down to his lap. “I don’t need to know your…schedule.”

Steve smiles a little before nudging you with his elbow. “It’s pretty rigorous, I’ll tell you that—”

“—Steven—”

“—sorry,” Steve grins at you before he finally looks away from you. You pray that he drops the entire conversation, that he doesn’t ask anymore questions so that you could finally take moment to relax—

“So, it’s not you—it’s just the guys that you’re seeing?”

“Steve, can’t we just—”

“—no, we can’t,” Steve says, sitting up and looking at you with a careful expression. “Listen—I know you feel awkward talking about this with me but—I just—I care about you and I care about the way guys treat you. And if they’re not making you come, not taking the time to work out what you want, then they’re not treating you right. I—I just want to make sure that you know it’s not you that’s the problem here. It’s them.”

You swallow because, god, why did he have to be so caring? Why did he know the exact right thing to say? And why did you have the sudden urge to press your thighs together?

“I dunno,” you say finally, your throat a little dry for reasons that had everything to do with the man sitting right beside you. “What if—what if guys just can’t make me come? Like I’m too complicated down there or—”

“—stop right there,” Steve interrupts, not unkindly but in a firm sort of way that shuts you up almost instantly. “What did I just say? It’s not you. You said you can make yourself come so I promise you—you’re not the problem. They are. They’re being selfish. They need to—they need to take the time to learn what your body needs. Ask you what you like, how you respond to what they’re doing to you.”

It was good advice, genuinely. But all you could think about as you listened to Steve was what he’d be like in bed. If he would take the time to learn what your body needed, if he would ask you what you liked, if he’d watch—lips parted and eyes wide—as your body writhed beneath him, as your plushy walls squeezed around his—

“I don’t know Steve,” you say quietly, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you try not to think too hard about the image you had of Steve’s head between your thighs, of his lips wet with your slick dripping down to his chin. “I don’t know if it’s just that. I mean—it’s not like what they’re doing is really bad because I get close, I—it’s like right before I get there—I just seize up or something.”

Steve listens carefully, his attention solely on you as you try your best to explain the issue and when you’re done, he takes a few seconds to mull over what you had just told him.

“These guys,” Steve begins, hazel eyes flickering between yours as he studies your expression. “Do you trust them?”

“What?” You ask, a little confused at the question. “I don’t know what you—”

“—do you trust them?” Steve repeats the question, not elaboration or clarification—just a small quirk of his brow as he waits for you to respond. “Do you trust them enough to let yourself go completely?”

The question takes you by surprise and you want to say yes—but the word dies on your tongue and the lack of a response was enough of an answer for Steve. He looks at you for a moment too long, hazel eyes studying you as though he was trying to look inside your brain.

“Do you trust me?”

You don’t even think as you nod—because of course you trusted Steve. You trusted him with your life. After everything that had happened in Hawkins, it was hard not to.

“Of course I—”

“—then make yourself come in front of me.”

The silence that greeted Steve’s words was deafening. You stare at him, eyes wide as you let his words truly sink in. You let yourself come to terms with the fact that you weren’t having some strange sex dream. That your good friend and guy you occasionally had inappropriate thoughts had just asked you to make yourself come in front of him.

“Why?” You ask him finally because though you were shocked—there was a large part of you that didn’t want to say no to his offer.

“I just—I think it might help,” Steve shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant but you notice the way the tips of his ears redden. “I mean sex is pretty fucking vulnerable so you might just need an experience with someone you trust who cares about you. So you know it’s okay to—to let go in front of someone.”

The way he says it—with so much care in his voice that it almost makes you forget about the whole making yourself come in front of him thing. He makes it sound so sweet that you find yourself lost for words again.

“You think it’s weird,” Steve says, shifting away an inch or so away from you on the couch—in your state of shock you had barely noticed that he had begun to inch closer to you. “I know, I know, I shouldn’t have—”

“—n-no, no, no,” you stutter out before you could stop yourself with a subtle shake of your head. “I mean—yeah, it’s weird but—as you said I-I trust you.”

Steve blinks and then—seems to realise that you weren’t completely disgusted by his proposal and sits up a little straighter on the couch. 

“Really? You—you’d want to try and—”

“—yes,” you say before he could finish his sentence because you were feeling incredibly turned on by the thought of Steve watching you touch yourself and you didn’t want to let rational thought creep in now. “It could help and if it doesn’t then—”

“—then we just forget it ever happened,” he finishes with a quick nod. “Yeah, totally. Like it never happened.”

You look at each other then, apparently both waiting for the other to back out. But when neither of you do, Steve visibly swallows as he stands up from his couch, holding out his hand out for you to take..

“You wanna—go somewhere more comfortable?”

Steve’s bedroom was surprisingly tidy considering the fact he hadn’t been expecting company. Still, there’s some clothes strewn across his bed that Steve makes quick work of tidying up.

“Sorry,” he mutters as he dumps the clothes onto his desk before gesturing towards his bed for you to sit down.

You glance down at his bed before you look back at him. Because now you felt nervous—now you were thinking about lying on his sheets and fingering yourself in front of him. And perhaps you were just starting to realise how insane that would be and—

“Hey.”

You feel one of Steve’s large hands on your arm and it pulls you back to reality. You hadn’t even realised that you had been staring blankly down at his plaid sheets, already too in your own head about what was about to happen. Steve’s gentle touch, his fingertips brushing over your skin help to ground you—remind you that this wasn’t a stranger you had met at a bar or someone you had been set up with by a mutual friend. This was Steve. Your good, totally platonic friend, Steve.

“You’re okay,” he says gently, thumb rubbing gentle circles in your skin and unknowingly turning your insides into goo. “I’m gonna put on some music, okay? Help you relax a bit. Just take a seat.”

You listen because you did not know what else to do, sitting on the very edge of his bed and watching as he walks over to his vinyl player perched on top of a chest of drawers. You continue to watch him from the back as he sorts through the small stack of vinyls he had, apparently trying to find the perfect record. 

A few moments later, the sound of Baby Now That I’ve Found You by the Foundations starts to play and you feel your shoulders visibly relax before Steve turns around to look at you.

“Really?” You ask him with a faint smile. “Is this you trying to set the mood?”

“That obvious, huh?” Steve asks you as he steps towards the bed—towards you.

You watch him, your lips parting as he stands a foot or so away from you now. The room feels five times smaller as Steve’s eyes are on you.

“What if it doesn’t work?” You ask Steve suddenly. “What if there’s something wrong if me or—”

Steve cuts you off by saying your name and the way he says it steals the air from your lungs.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Steve says firmly, as though he believed every syllable. “Absoluetly nothing.”

You nod, choosing to believe him as you look at his face, the smooth voices of the Foundations putting you a little more at ease. “Okay so—we’re doing this. Okay. Are you just going to watch me or—”

You stop when you see Steve shaking his head. Your body suddenly feels hot, as though all the blood in your body had been replaced by fire. It was almost as though it seemed to know what Steve was going to say before he said it.

“No,” Steve says in a low voice that goes straight to your aching centre. “You’re going to show me. And I’ll show you.”

Everything became very still after that. The both of you just looked at each other—your chest heaving and his eyes flickering over your face as though trying to find any hint of uncertainty. You wanted to be the one to make the first move and you almost do, your fingers curling into the sheets beneath you as you build up the courage to do so. But before you could find the hem of your t-shirt, Steve begins to lift up his top.

The first flash of his soft stomach, of his happy trail and you seemed to forget how to breathe. God, he was gorgeous. Moles and freckles were dotted over his skin, there was a generous smattering of hair over his chest that made your thighs press together and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it. In truth, you could have looked at him for hours. 

But instead, you take a deep breath before you very slowly get to your feet.

Steve is watching you carefully as you begin to lift up your own shirt. His eyes on you should have made you feel self conscious, should have made you think twice of the very unsexy bra you were wearing, should have made you think of all the parts of yourself you didn’t like. But there was something about the way he was looking at you as you let your shirt fall to the floor that made you feel the very opposite of self conscious.

And so, before you could second guess yourself—you made the next move before him.

Your fingers fiddle momentarily with the button of your jeans before you unzip them, the sound making Steve’s eyes widen slightly. And when you begin to tug your jeans down over your hips and then your thighs, leaving you in just your mismatched underwear, you watch in fascination as a faint blush creeps up Steve’s neck.

You step out of your jeans, not looking away from Steve for even a second so you didn’t miss a single facial expression. So that you didn’t miss the way the flush had crept up his cheeks and right up to the very tips of his ears, how his breathing had started to become shallow.

“You look—”

“—don’t,” you say, surprised to find that your voice was barely a whisper. 

“Why not?” He asks gently, head tilting to the side as he begins to unbuckle his belt.

You lick your lips, eyes still on his face but desperately wanting to shift lower to watch as he unzips his jeans.

“Becuase I might think that you’re just saying it to make me feel better,” you say. “Considering what we’re about to do.”

“I would never lie about how beautiful I think you are,” Steve says simply, his eyes still on you as he finally pulls his jeans down.

You barely have a moment to comprehend Steve calling you beautiful before you catch sight of him in only his boxers. He was—shit, he was perfect. You let your eyes dip down to feast on his delicious thighs, his boxers that had a large, noticeable tent in them that made your core throb.

Your throat felt dry, you didn't quite know what to do. All you knew is that Steve Harrington was hard just by looking at you. The thought sends a hot surge through your body, as though every damn nerve was suddenly burning beneath your skin. And perhaps it was that thought—the idea that you had made Steve hard without really doing anything—that you reached carefully behind you to unclip your bra.

Steve visibly swallows as your breasts spill out, finally seeing your hardened peaks as you let your bra fall to the floor alongside your t-shirt and jeans.

There was a beat and then—

He begins to tug down his boxers.

You had imagined what Steve Harrignton’s cock would look like more times than you cared to admit. But every mental image you had conjured up was nothing—nothing—compared to what was standing to attention right in front of you. His cock was long, thick and heavy, so heavy in fact it had made an audible sound when it had slapped against his soft tummy. His cock was beautiful—he was beautiful. Slightly curved in a way that you knew was made for hitting that spot inside of you just right. The ruddy tip of his cock was already leaking precum, which you shamelessly watch drool along a vein bulging along his length. Your mouth felt incredibly dry as you ogled the sheer size of him, imagining what it would be like for his thick cock to split you open—

You come to your senses just enough to discard your panties. They stick to your cunt briefly due to how fucking drenched you already were and Steve notices—his bottom lip between his teeth as he marvels at how your lips cling to the fabric before giving way, his cock twitching when he sees the damp patch your wetness had caused.

And there you both were, both finally completely bare in front of one another for the first time. Both looking shamelessly at the other’s body, both clearly desperate to touch the other but not dare to do so.

And then, without a word to each other, you sink back down onto his bed while Steve reaches blindly behind him to pull out his desk chair.

It was only now beginning to feel real, as you look at Steve’s face at the same time he looks at you.

“Still with me?” He asks you breathlessly.

You take your time to answer, spreading your legs a little wider and watching with immense satisfaction as his eyes flicker down to your soaked pussy. Another surge of something hot like molten lava surges through you as you notice the way his hand twitches towards his cock.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Still with you.”

You could have looked at each other for hours, days even. But your pussy was clenching around nothing and more precum dribbled out of Steve’s cock and you both knew you couldn’t wait any longer.

Steve moved first, one of his large hands wrapping around his thick cock before giving himself one, two gentle strokes. The sound of his own precum wetting his cock was obscene and it was that noise that made you trail your fingers delicately over the skin of your inner thigh before making contact with the soaked, sensitive flesh between your legs.

The relief was instant. You felt your entire body relax, your eyelids flutter for a brief moment before you made sure to look back at Steve. He was already watching you and for a moment you just smile at each other—almost shyly despite the situation—before you both focus back on pleasuring yourselves.

Your fingers glide easily through your folds, your slick allowing you to plunge two fingers inside of yourself. A breathy moan left your lips before you could stop it. You were almost embarrassed by it but then you notice the way Steve’s jaw clenches at the sound, the way he squeezes his cock a little bit tighter.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he grits out. “You sound—fuck—you sound fucking incredible. Please don’t stop.”

His words—his filthy fucking words—go right through you. Your cunt clenches around your fingers and you briefly wonder if you had died and gone to heaven, if Steve Harrington was really dirty talking to you right now.

“C’mon pretty girl,” Steve grits out as he pumps his dick that little bit faster, eyes not leaving yours. “Don’t hold back. Please, baby. Don’t you dare hold back on me.”

You could barely believe it, the words that were falling from his lips, the pet names he had just called you. But you didn’t question it—too busy fucking yourself with your slick fingers as you let out another soft, almost pornographic moan.

“That’s it,” Steve murmurs, the schlick, schlick, schlick of him fucking his fist filling the room as he watching your soaked fingers move in and out of your needy hole like it was the best damn thing he had ever seen. “Soak your fingers f’me. That’s so fucking hot.”

You let out a whimper at that, his words having such an impact on you that your hips buck upwards to meet your fingers, your eyes fluttering again as pleasure floods into every pore over your skin.

“Steve,” you mewl out as your fingers pump in and out of your hole, your breasts bouncing with each and every thrust. “Fuck, Steve. Feels so fucking good.”

Steve hadn’t been expecting you to dirty talk but god, had it been the most welcome surprise.

“Yeah? Gonna make yourself come for me, sweet girl?” Steve asks you, now pumping his dick frantically as he watches you roll your hips against his bed—your slick soaking his sheets. “Gonna get my bed all wet? Make me smell you on my sheets for days?”

You whimper and nod desperately as you curl your fingers, hitting that spongey spot inside of you that had you mewling out yet again. 

“Gonna touch your clit for me?” Steve asks you, breathing heavily as he tries to hold back as the sight of you pleasuring yourself on his bed was suddenly becoming too much for him. “C’mon, please. Wanna see you lose it, baby.”

It was like Steve knew exactly what you needed, almost as though he knew your body better than you did without even touching it.

Your other hand—the one that had been curled into the sheets beneath you—journeys to between your legs. And that first brush of your fingertip over your swollen, arching clit had you seeing stars. You’re pretty sure you moan out Steve’s name but it also could have been nonsense. All you could focus on was Steve’s own pleasure dancing across his face and the dual sensation of your fingers plunging in and out of your soaked cunt and the other that was circling around your clit.

Pleasure was consuming you—it was white hot and you could feel it pulsing in every nerve in your body. You could feel the blood in your veins burning as the coil in your gut was pulled tighter and tighter while you played with your swollen clit.

“That’s it,” Steve gasps out, his eyes only on you as you neared the edge. “C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and come for me. You can do it, I know you can.”

You wish that you could have held on, that you could have prolonged your pleasure by a few more seconds. But your orgasm had snuck up on you—crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your thighs shook, your toes curled and Steve’s name fell from your lips as you came all over your fingers, your juices soaking Steve’s bed.

And it was that—watching you finally trusting him enough to let yourself go completely that made Steve follow along right behind you. You watch in awe as his toes curl, as his stomach clenches and how his head tilts back against the back of the chair in ecstasy, his release spilling all over that soft tummy of his. Steve lets out a loud groan, followed by your name and you swear, you could have come for a second time from that sound alone. 

You withdraw your fingers as you catch your breath, your chest heaving and body still buzzing after the intensity of your orgasm.

Finally, after taking a moment or two to prepare yourself, you finally look at Steve’s face. He was already looking at you and smiling.

“See,” he breathes out. “Nothing’s wrong with you. It’s all about trust.”

“Steve Harrington being right for once?” You say, smiling. “It must be a miracle.”

You both laugh and though you both clean up, get dressed and promise each other nothing will change between you—deep down you both knew that after tonight? Things would never be the same again..

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a little problem / steve harrington

summary: steve's had a long day at work. he's tired, he's a little grumpy, and he's very, very, horny. but unfortunately, his sweet, perfect girlfriend isn't home yet. guess he'll have to deal with it himself for now.

tags: teacher!steve x reader (not your teacher, just A teacher), established relationship, male masturbation, steve stares at a polaroid photo of you while he jerks off, reader has a vagina, flashbacks to sex with reader- p in v sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, doggy style, cum, slight voyeurism at the end.

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steve loves his job. he gets to help shape the next generation, act as a role model, and instill greatness into impressionable young minds. but sometimes, the job is damn hard. kids never fucking listen, and sometimes he has to raise his voice even when he doesn't want to. he hates it when they interrupt him, don't let him get a word out, till he genuinely feels like ripping his own hair out of his skull. it's days like today, when his students seem to be possessed by the devil, that he comes home the grumpiest, and most irritated.

and on those days, all he wants is you. to hold, to kiss. he needs you for comfort. but he also wants to take his frustration out on your pussy, fuck you until you're crying out into the sheets, and feel the relief of the day's anger melting as he cums.

but today, you're out with your friends and you won't get home till late. so steve resorts to the methods of his youth, when you two didn't live together yet, and he only had his fist in the late nights. he grabs your bottle of lotion, and digs into his nighstand for the polaroid photo only he is allowed to see, and settles back into comfy pillows.

he's lazy at first, gazes upon the photo with adoration and love, but also intense want. need. it was a photo he had taken a couple of months ago. he saw the delicious way your walls gripped on to his dick, tight and sticky with your mess, and knew that he needed to capture the moment in a photograph, one he would revisit on nights like this. you're on your all fours, plump ass and waist in frame, steve buried halfway inside of you so you can still see the milky ring around the base of his cock. you're looking back at the camera with the most seductive look on your face, seductive, teasing, lips parted in an o-shape as you take him inside of you.

steve starts to palm at his dick through his trousers, desperate to relieve the ache. pulls them down eventually when he remembers just how tight they are, and yanks his boxers underneath his heavy set balls.

he pumps the lotion directly into his hand, knows he isn't patient enough to tease himself any longer. he breathes in the scent of your lotion, feels like he's almost enveloped in you, and his hips rut upwards involuntarily, as if chasing you. he rubs the lotion and his palm against his red, swollen tip, and the contact is so delicious that he can't help but moan out.

he works the lotion all over his long, thick shaft, and starts to pump up and down, slowly, still staring at your photo.

behind his eyelids, he can see the way you had fucked yourself back unto him, a detail that he could never capture in a photo. he remembers how you pushed against every one of his thrusts, making his dick go impossibly deeper. he remembers bundling your hair into a ponytail, and using it as leverage to thrust into you faster, harder, loving the way your moans only got louder. he sees the way your hands snaked in between your legs, massaged his balls till he was shaking in pleasure and overstimulation, encouraging the cum to spurt out of his dick and into your waiting pussy.

he's pumping faster now, chasing his high. he's too tired to keep denying himself of such pleasure. he lets himself fully let go, panting, and moaning out your name like a mantra, chest heaving and cock twitching as he gets closer and closer, hand finding purchase in the soft sheets beneath him. he pumps and pumps, desperate for release, desperate for you, grips himself tighter to pretend that it's your smaller hand around him, and grunts low and deep when he feels that familiar pressure. he sees stars as he cums, screwing his eyes shut with the image of your face in orgasm behind his eyelids too, and feels his own sticky mess land on to his stomach.

when he opens his eyes, he's shocked to see you standing in the doorway. he can only manage out a small, "hey, baby" as you saunter towards him. you've been together for so long that he doesn't feel a twinge of self consciousness at the state of him. you grip his softening cock and run your hand over his length, relishing in the way he twitches and moans from sensitivity.

"need a little help?"

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[d4ughtersgrave]

𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌? 𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌? 𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖...

GET HIM BACK !

PAIRING steve harrington x fem! reader

SUMMARY in which your now ex boyfriend cheats on you with his so called 'work wife.' your solution? getting back at him with his new girlfriend's newly dumped ex, steve harrington. you'll get your revenge for sure.

WARNINGS 18+ MDNI cheating, teamed up revenge dating, fake dating, toxic exes, rom com, rightfully petty reader w/ attitude, angst, fluff, smut every chapter you’re warned lol, steve and reader are both idiots who eventually fall in love, adult language, smoking/drinking, inspired by olivia rodrigo’s “get him back”

WORD COUNT ?

CHAPTER ONE 18+

CHAPTER TWO 18+

CHAPTER THREE 18+

AUTHORS NOTE: hello! this will be a small mini series, i am still very much focusing on 'i'm your man.' it's just good for me to have several projects to go back and forth on whether it's series or one shots, so that way i'm not forcing myself to write something i'm not in the mood for.

[lofi-fics]

Bad Medicine

About: You've been an Emergency Room nurse at the Walter Mondale Care Center in North Dakota for about a year now. You move up to the role of Charge Nurse in no time, and tonight you're training a new RN transferring from Indiana- a super sweet, charming guy named Steve Harrington.

Meanwhile, you're also navigating a tenuous coworkers-with-benefits situationship with the ex-Sheriff's-Deputy turned EMS Chief, Gator Tillman.

When these worlds collide, it's gonna be a hell of a shift.

WC: 3.4K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; language, mild blood/injury, flirting, smooching, groping, public friskiness 👀

You sip some coffee from a paper cup (it's not quite as sweet as you like but there were only 3 packets of sugar in the break room drawer) and look over the clipboard with your crew's assignments for the night.

The emergency department at the Walter Mondale Care Center was only 20 beds and not terribly busy most nights. You had the occasional bar fights needing stitched up on the weekends, car accidents from icy roads, people needing a dose of Narcan, typical ED fare, so you usually only had 5 or so nurses under your charge on any given shift.

Tonight, however, you noticed a name penciled next to yours, which was new.

Steve H. -- training shift 1

Guess you've got a newbie tagging along tonight. You breathe a little sigh into your coffee cup, not necessarily abhorred by the idea of having a trainee; it just meant you'd really need to perk up since you'd probably be talking more than you're used to, and you didn't want to scare them away before they even got started.

Bodies start shuffling in, bags being tossed into lockers and the Keurig spurting to life as your crew gathers for pre-shift huddle. You give everyone a small "hello" as they sit down and start going over their assignments for the night. It was a solid group tonight, reliable nurses that you could trust to get their shit done, so it would make training the new guy easier for you.

Your eyes flick over the new updates that hospital management wanted you to share, and just as the clock ticked over to 18:45, huddle start time, the break room door swung open violently and a man came stumbling in.

He had long, dark hair, tousled in a way that looked effortless but stayed perfectly in place as he bounded in, so it was obviously a meticulously crafted masterpiece. He's got big, beautiful, hazel eyes, full of panic thinking he was late, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry. I couldn't find the fuc-- the darn break room." He stood straighter, adjusting his badge on the right corner of his scrub top where you saw the flash of his name - Steve.

"Well, hey newbie. No worries, we usually give ya about 5 minutes grace, traffic and whatnot. Usually you'll come in and grab your assignment, but you're with me tonight so why don't ya just take a seat and we'll get started?"

His eyes glitter and a wide smile splits his face, ever so slightly tilted higher to one side than the other. He was...okay, he was really, really cute.

He clutched the strap of his messenger bag and awkwardly scooched past some of the other staff to sit at the very back and observe. You couldn't help but notice how his blue Figs hugged his very tight ass.

18:48 PM

You shook the thoughts of Steve's ass out of your brain (at least for the moment) and went into leader-mode, giving your spiel, discussing the plan for the night, going over assignments, and stopping a potential meltdown one of the older nurses was about to have because her assignment was near the doors, and she didn't like sitting near the doors since they were loud and let in the chilly night air.

"Madgie, just sit at the central station, you can pull up your vitals on the main computer."

"Well, someone's gonna have to show me how."

"That's fine, we gotta train the new guy on it anyhow. You can watch. Speaking of which, everyone say hi to Steve. He's coming to us all the way from Indiana, so let's give him a nice welcome, 'kay? No biting."

You shoot him a quick wink and he smirks, giving the room a small, demure wave.

"Morning. Well, evening, I guess? I didn't really do nights before. That'll take some getting used to.

"No one really cares, kid." One of the gruff male nurses, Odie, grumbles from the corner. His massive arms are crossed, highlighting the tattoos scrawled all over almost every inch of visible skin. His thick, black mustache wriggles as he abuses the wad of gum between his teeth, chomping far harder than necessary. He's been trying to quit smoking this week, and the Nicorette just isn't cutting it, but you were proud of him regardless.

Odie was a damn good nurse, rough around the edges, but had a way with kids that was astonishing. One would think he would scare them off, but it was just the opposite. He'd walk in, blow up a glove like a balloon and throw a little happy face on there, and they were putty in his hands.

Steve, who didn't know yet that Odie was actually a huge teddy bear, looked horrified.

"He doesn't mean that, Steve. Odie just needs to chug that coffee and maybe go ahead and start a second one, hm?"

He grumbles something else that may contain a "Sorry" and Steve's shoulders relax a fraction.

"Okay gang. Shift change in 5. Get out there, wash those hands, get to your stations. And Claudia, please get your BLS done tonight. I don't want you to get locked out of the system, hon."

Claudia, a pretty, young, blonde nurse who started about 7 months ago, nods sheepishly.

"Got it, boss. Sorry, slips my mind every time."

"I'll try to circle back around 5 to remind ya, okay?"

"Thanks. Have a good shift, Steve." She wiggles her fingers at Steve in the corner and he nods eagerly, excited just to be acknowledged. It was honestly refreshing, you missed sometimes how much you used to bubble over about your job. Unfortunately it can wear you down fast, but maybe Steve some of Steve's positivity will rub off on you.

"Alrighty, Harrington. Got any questions to start? Ya get a tour of the place yet?"

He jerks to his feet, that golden retriever energy still very much alive.

"Yeah, tour's done, it's a nice place. I was in pediatrics for a little bit back home before I decided to haul ass to a new state and try something else. It was a lot bigger, but I like this. Easier to navigate for sure.

"What so you -- ya just packed up and moved to a completely different state? Just...because?"

You were jealous. You've been stuck in Stark County your entire life, dreaming of one day getting the hell out but never really seeing it as a possibility. Steve shrugs.

"My friends all split up and went their different ways after colleges and careers happened. I didn't really feel like being the only one stuck in Hawkins, so, yeah. Just took a leap."

The smile he gives you is warm, but there's a sadness behind his eyes. No one really prepares you for the very real possibility that when you grow up your friends just leave -- go out and live their own lives, make new friendships, and there really wasn't a lot you could do about it. Maybe you'd see each other around the holidays, maybe you'd send each other a funny text or an Instagram Reel that reminds you of them, but eventually even that becomes too much effort and they just turn into bittersweet, cherished memories. Childhood was short; adulthood was cruel.

And wow, you're sure a ray of fucking sunshine, aren't you? You shake off your melancholic musings and plant a firm hand on his shoulder, giving him a broad, welcoming smile.

"Well...I'm glad you leapt into our little pond, Steve. Now c'mon, get your stuff in a locker and let's go get started."

⚕️

"So you've got three training shifts before we boot ya out onto the floor, but anytime ya need anything ya can always reach out to whoever is in charge or -- well, anyone really. We're a pretty friendly bunch." You think for a moment, and add, "Maybe not Madgie. Don't -- don't ask Madgie for anything. But everyone else is perfectly pleasant."

Steve chuckles and nods, already having faced Madgie's miserly wrath when she caught him nibbling on one of the packets of graham crackers she kept in "her" drawer at the central nurse's station.

//

"The ones in the nutrition room are always expired, these are my personal crackers from home!"

"Madgie, I'm -- I can't tell you how sorry I am. I swear on my life I'll replace your graham crackers." Steve had told her, putting a hand over his heart and giving her the most sincere, apologetic look. You had had to turn your body away and bite your lip just to keep from bursting into a fit of giggles right there.

As soon as you both turned the corner of the corridor, leaving her grumbling about "all the crumbs he'd left, too," neither of you could hold it in. You both quietly wheezed, trying not to make a huge commotion. You smacked his shoulder and leaned into him breathlessly, mouth open in a silent cackle. He had caught you by the dip in your waist, holding you upright as you both tried to compose yourselves, tears in your eyes from laughing so hard.

//

That was probably close to 45 minutes ago, and the skin on your side was still burning from the feel of his hand gripping you there.

"So, got any questions so far, hon?" The pet name slips out without you realizing it, but you catch yourself. "Sorry, Steve. Please don't sue me for, like, harassment or whatever."

"For hon? My mom calls me hon. You'll have to do a lot worse than hon to get me riled up."

Well. That sounded like a challenge you could really have a lot of fun with...but, you just smile with a slight roll of your eyes, muttering, "Can never be too careful these days."

It's about halfway through your shift, and you can already see that Steve is an incredible nurse. He's just supposed to be sticking with you at the central station tonight, but he's started assisting when a new admit drops in, grabbing vital signs or just a cup of coffee for a family member in the waiting area. He's always courteous, kind, charming, and accommodating, even when people come in burdened by pain or anxiety. He's gentle in a way that's even soothing for you, and you're not even on the receiving end of it.

"I don't even know why they've got you training with me tonight, Harrington. You're a natural. A pro."

He beams at you, scrubbing down a countertop with sanitizing wipes while you QC test the glucometers for the unit.

"I dunno, I'm learning a ton. It's been fun hanging out with you, too. You're a good teacher."

"Oh, yah? What invaluable wisdom have I bestowed upon you tonight, Nurse Harrington?"

He pauses and thinks for a moment.

"You showed me where the bathrooms are. That's pretty important, I think."

You laugh so suddenly that you snort a little, hand darting up to cover your face.

"Goddamnit, I hate that stupid --"

"No! It's amazing, I love making you laugh. That's been the best part of the night."

He glances up at you and you feel heat rushing to multiple parts of your body, most noticeable visibly on your cheeks.

"Mine...mine, too. So thanks for that."

The small pause seems to stretch between you forever until he tosses the spent wipe in the trash along with his purple nitrile gloves. You catch yourself ogling every twitch and curl of his fingers as he tidies up.

"Hey, would you maybe wanna, like, stop for a coffee or something after our shift?"

The offer catches you completely off-guard. It hasn't even been a whole shift, and he's already asking you out for coffee? Or, maybe it was just professional courtesy. Maybe he just wanted to decompress after his first night shift in your ED. Best not to get your hopes too high.

"Oh, um...yeah, sure. There's a great little place a couple blocks from here. Bean There, Done That, I think."

His brow twitches and furrows.

"Bean There...Done That?"

"Yessir. We don't skimp out on the puns in this town."

"Oh, Christ. Is it too late to transfer down to Texas?"

"Oh, yah. You're stuck here with us now, Harrington."

You grin slyly and he laughs, raking his fingers through his gorgeous head of hair.

"I guess there's worse places to be."

His eyes are twinkly, making the harsh florescent bulbs above you seem appealing somehow. You're just about to come back with some more demi-flirty banter when the lights and sirens pull into the ambulance bay.

Both of your heads snap up in that direction, not expecting any kind of incoming trauma or emergency.

"Madgie, you know what this is?"

"How should I know?" She grumbles, smacking on one of her treasured grahams.

You jog outside to meet the paramedics, Steve not far behind. The doors to the back of the ambulance swing open as they unload a stretcher with a young man in his early twenties holding his fist wrapped in a blood-soaked t-shirt.

"Well, what do we got going on here?"

"Hey, Doc. Blew my fingers off with a firecracker."

You pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer.

"Alrighty then. Well, I'm not the doctor, but go on in, they'll getcha sorted. Steve, ya wanna go with our friend and get the admit started?"

"Love to. C'mon, dude. So, fireworks, huh?"

He walks alongside the kid, chatting him up completely nonchalantly like two of his charred digits weren't sitting in a plastic baggie full of ice on his lap.

Yeah, he's gonna do just fine here, you thought.

You were pulled from your musings by a strong pair of hands snaking around your middle. You whip around, pushing at the chest of the ambulance driver and Chief of the EMS crew, Gator Tillman. His lip curled up into a wicked little grin, a half-healed bruise under his right eye from some recent scuffle.

"Helloooooo, nurse." He crooned, still trying to hold you against him by the small of your back as you weakly tried to push him away.

"Oh, yah, Gator, that never gets old."

"How's it goin' tonight? Who's the pretty boy ya came out with?"

"Hmm. Jealous? That's my new friend, Steve."

"Jealous? Please. Real men don't go into nursing, no offense."

Your jaw drops, and you shove away a little more earnestly, his hands falling away from your body. You cross your arms over your chest in a huff.

"Lots of offense, Tillman. Like, all of the fucking offense. Layers and layers of it. You tell that to Odie, he might actually strangle ya to death. Besides, what's wrong with a female-dominated career field? I think we kick ass."

He sneers and rolls his eyes, hands shoving into the pockets of his EMS vest jacket.

"Please, don't get all PC on me." He clears his throat and his voice gets a little smaller. "But, uh, don't tell Odie I said that, actually."

You snicker at that, and he gives you a softer smile in return.

"Sorry...didn't mean it bad."

"Well, it came out bad, Gator. Men and women alike can be amazing nurses. You've seen it, so don't even lie. You're just jealous of his hair, I think. Guys got an epic head of hair."

"Jealous? I'm not jealous a'that puss--"

You shoot him a look before he can make yet another sensationally sexist comment in your presence and his jaw clamps tight around the words. He sniffs and squares his broad shoulders, cracking his neck on both sides.

"Not jealous. He should be jealous. Cause I get to come here and do stuff like this..."

He closes the two steps between you both again, fingers slipping brazenly past the waistband of your scrub pants and gripping the flesh of your ass. Your breath catches in your throat as you cling to his shoulders, trying to keep your balance with him looming over you.

"Gator! Someone could see." You hiss.

"Mm-hm. I can tell how much ya like that, too." His fingers slide down the cleft of your ass and press against your core from behind, feeling the wetness soaking through the cotton of your underwear.

A shaky breath escapes your lips. You search around the ambulance bay wildly to check for any prying eyes, and, finding none, you grip the back of his neck and crash your lips onto his. He groans and hitches your leg up around his hip, then shoves his other hand into your pants and begins kneading and spreading your ass cheeks with his palms.

"Fuck I love this tight little ass." He mutters into your mouth as you grind your hips back into his grasp. He gives one of your flanks a little slap drawing a high-pitched squeak of delight from you. "So fuckin' dirty. Just lettin' me play with your ass while you're at work? Hm? You'd let me fuck ya right here, wouldn't ya?"

"Gator..." You growl, but he can tell his words are having an effect on you. He chortles, shaking his head and rutting his solid cock against your front, dragging it teasingly a few times over your throbbing clit.

"Nah, I know. I can't either, got shit to do. But, you'd still let me. If I wanted."

He straightens up, letting your leg fall from his hip as he withdraws from you completely. You roll your eyes and straighten your scrubs, fixing your ponytail in the ambulance side mirror. He adjusts his massive cock into the waistband of his work pants and slides his shades over his eyes.

Just as you try to decide what your next words would even be to this fucked up situationship you can't seem to shake no matter how hard you try (and believe me, you've tried), Steve comes walking briskly around the side of the ambulance to find you.

"Hey! Got the kid all settled in Room 6, Doc McKinley said getting the fingers on should be easy enough. Oh, hey man, what's up? I'm Steve."

Steve holds his hand out to Gator, and to your surprise he grips it without hesitation (although likely with far too much force) and gives it a hearty shake. He smirks in your direction, but you don't really know what that's about.

"Tillman. Gator."

Steve cocks his head in confusion.

"Which one of those...is your first name?"

You giggle and Gator glares at you briefly before returning the heat of his gaze back to Steve.

"Don't gotta worry about it. You can just call me Chief, cause that's what I am. Cool?"

Steve raises his eyebrows, flustered, and stammers,"Oh, yeah, sure, co--" before Gator cuts him off.

"Great. Alright, hon, watch it. I gotta get going."

Gator shuffles by you, purposely brushing his chest far too close to yours, and loads back into the driver's seat. With a wink and a click of his teeth, he turns the engine over and roars out of the bay. His presence is so domineering that you and Steve can't help but just stand there for a moment, basking in it. You turn to him and shake your head in disbelief.

"He used to be our county Deputy, if you can believe that. His dad is still the Sheriff. Roy Tillman?"

"Shit, yeah. I saw the billboard. A hard man..."

"...for hard times. Yeah, that's the one. Gator's...well, he's a lot. And his family is a hell of a lot. But, as much as it may not seem like it, he's a real great medic. Cool under pressure, quick-thinking, reliable. He doesn't quite have the compassionate care part down, but the backbone? He's nothing but." You give Steve a small, tight-lipped smile, not quite understanding why you felt the need to defend that man in front of this one, but you did all the same.

Steve nods but frowns, glancing down at his hand.

"...His, uh...his hand was wet."

You wrinkle your nose, cheeks growing warm with embarrassment at the realization of why Gator had that shit-eating grin on his face when he grabbed Steve's hand -- it was still slick with you. You jerk your head back towards the hospital.

"You better go wash that, hon."

A/N: okokokok this is a quickie but I wanted to get everyone introduced. This is gonna be so fucking fun, I can't wait.

@keer-y 💋

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UGFHSJD

[lofi-fics]

Bad Medicine

About: You've been an Emergency Room nurse at the Walter Mondale Care Center in North Dakota for about a year now. You move up to the role of Charge Nurse in no time, and tonight you're training a new RN transferring from Indiana- a super sweet, charming guy named Steve Harrington.

Meanwhile, you're also navigating a tenuous coworkers-with-benefits situationship with the ex-Sheriff's-Deputy turned EMS Chief, Gator Tillman.

When these worlds collide, it's gonna be a hell of a shift.

WC: 3.4K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; language, mild blood/injury, flirting, smooching, groping, public friskiness 👀

You sip some coffee from a paper cup (it's not quite as sweet as you like but there were only 3 packets of sugar in the break room drawer) and look over the clipboard with your crew's assignments for the night.

The emergency department at the Walter Mondale Care Center was only 20 beds and not terribly busy most nights. You had the occasional bar fights needing stitched up on the weekends, car accidents from icy roads, people needing a dose of Narcan, typical ED fare, so you usually only had 5 or so nurses under your charge on any given shift.

Tonight, however, you noticed a name penciled next to yours, which was new.

Steve H. -- training shift 1

Guess you've got a newbie tagging along tonight. You breathe a little sigh into your coffee cup, not necessarily abhorred by the idea of having a trainee; it just meant you'd really need to perk up since you'd probably be talking more than you're used to, and you didn't want to scare them away before they even got started.

Bodies start shuffling in, bags being tossed into lockers and the Keurig spurting to life as your crew gathers for pre-shift huddle. You give everyone a small "hello" as they sit down and start going over their assignments for the night. It was a solid group tonight, reliable nurses that you could trust to get their shit done, so it would make training the new guy easier for you.

Your eyes flick over the new updates that hospital management wanted you to share, and just as the clock ticked over to 18:45, huddle start time, the break room door swung open violently and a man came stumbling in.

He had long, dark hair, tousled in a way that looked effortless but stayed perfectly in place as he bounded in, so it was obviously a meticulously crafted masterpiece. He's got big, beautiful, hazel eyes, full of panic thinking he was late, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry. I couldn't find the fuc-- the darn break room." He stood straighter, adjusting his badge on the right corner of his scrub top where you saw the flash of his name - Steve.

"Well, hey newbie. No worries, we usually give ya about 5 minutes grace, traffic and whatnot. Usually you'll come in and grab your assignment, but you're with me tonight so why don't ya just take a seat and we'll get started?"

His eyes glitter and a wide smile splits his face, ever so slightly tilted higher to one side than the other. He was...okay, he was really, really cute.

He clutched the strap of his messenger bag and awkwardly scooched past some of the other staff to sit at the very back and observe. You couldn't help but notice how his blue Figs hugged his very tight ass.

18:48 PM

You shook the thoughts of Steve's ass out of your brain (at least for the moment) and went into leader-mode, giving your spiel, discussing the plan for the night, going over assignments, and stopping a potential meltdown one of the older nurses was about to have because her assignment was near the doors, and she didn't like sitting near the doors since they were loud and let in the chilly night air.

"Madgie, just sit at the central station, you can pull up your vitals on the main computer."

"Well, someone's gonna have to show me how."

"That's fine, we gotta train the new guy on it anyhow. You can watch. Speaking of which, everyone say hi to Steve. He's coming to us all the way from Indiana, so let's give him a nice welcome, 'kay? No biting."

You shoot him a quick wink and he smirks, giving the room a small, demure wave.

"Morning. Well, evening, I guess? I didn't really do nights before. That'll take some getting used to.

"No one really cares, kid." One of the gruff male nurses, Odie, grumbles from the corner. His massive arms are crossed, highlighting the tattoos scrawled all over almost every inch of visible skin. His thick, black mustache wriggles as he abuses the wad of gum between his teeth, chomping far harder than necessary. He's been trying to quit smoking this week, and the Nicorette just isn't cutting it, but you were proud of him regardless.

Odie was a damn good nurse, rough around the edges, but had a way with kids that was astonishing. One would think he would scare them off, but it was just the opposite. He'd walk in, blow up a glove like a balloon and throw a little happy face on there, and they were putty in his hands.

Steve, who didn't know yet that Odie was actually a huge teddy bear, looked horrified.

"He doesn't mean that, Steve. Odie just needs to chug that coffee and maybe go ahead and start a second one, hm?"

He grumbles something else that may contain a "Sorry" and Steve's shoulders relax a fraction.

"Okay gang. Shift change in 5. Get out there, wash those hands, get to your stations. And Claudia, please get your BLS done tonight. I don't want you to get locked out of the system, hon."

Claudia, a pretty, young, blonde nurse who started about 7 months ago, nods sheepishly.

"Got it, boss. Sorry, slips my mind every time."

"I'll try to circle back around 5 to remind ya, okay?"

"Thanks. Have a good shift, Steve." She wiggles her fingers at Steve in the corner and he nods eagerly, excited just to be acknowledged. It was honestly refreshing, you missed sometimes how much you used to bubble over about your job. Unfortunately it can wear you down fast, but maybe Steve some of Steve's positivity will rub off on you.

"Alrighty, Harrington. Got any questions to start? Ya get a tour of the place yet?"

He jerks to his feet, that golden retriever energy still very much alive.

"Yeah, tour's done, it's a nice place. I was in pediatrics for a little bit back home before I decided to haul ass to a new state and try something else. It was a lot bigger, but I like this. Easier to navigate for sure.

"What so you -- ya just packed up and moved to a completely different state? Just...because?"

You were jealous. You've been stuck in Stark County your entire life, dreaming of one day getting the hell out but never really seeing it as a possibility. Steve shrugs.

"My friends all split up and went their different ways after colleges and careers happened. I didn't really feel like being the only one stuck in Hawkins, so, yeah. Just took a leap."

The smile he gives you is warm, but there's a sadness behind his eyes. No one really prepares you for the very real possibility that when you grow up your friends just leave -- go out and live their own lives, make new friendships, and there really wasn't a lot you could do about it. Maybe you'd see each other around the holidays, maybe you'd send each other a funny text or an Instagram Reel that reminds you of them, but eventually even that becomes too much effort and they just turn into bittersweet, cherished memories. Childhood was short; adulthood was cruel.

And wow, you're sure a ray of fucking sunshine, aren't you? You shake off your melancholic musings and plant a firm hand on his shoulder, giving him a broad, welcoming smile.

"Well...I'm glad you leapt into our little pond, Steve. Now c'mon, get your stuff in a locker and let's go get started."

⚕️

"So you've got three training shifts before we boot ya out onto the floor, but anytime ya need anything ya can always reach out to whoever is in charge or -- well, anyone really. We're a pretty friendly bunch." You think for a moment, and add, "Maybe not Madgie. Don't -- don't ask Madgie for anything. But everyone else is perfectly pleasant."

Steve chuckles and nods, already having faced Madgie's miserly wrath when she caught him nibbling on one of the packets of graham crackers she kept in "her" drawer at the central nurse's station.

//

"The ones in the nutrition room are always expired, these are my personal crackers from home!"

"Madgie, I'm -- I can't tell you how sorry I am. I swear on my life I'll replace your graham crackers." Steve had told her, putting a hand over his heart and giving her the most sincere, apologetic look. You had had to turn your body away and bite your lip just to keep from bursting into a fit of giggles right there.

As soon as you both turned the corner of the corridor, leaving her grumbling about "all the crumbs he'd left, too," neither of you could hold it in. You both quietly wheezed, trying not to make a huge commotion. You smacked his shoulder and leaned into him breathlessly, mouth open in a silent cackle. He had caught you by the dip in your waist, holding you upright as you both tried to compose yourselves, tears in your eyes from laughing so hard.

//

That was probably close to 45 minutes ago, and the skin on your side was still burning from the feel of his hand gripping you there.

"So, got any questions so far, hon?" The pet name slips out without you realizing it, but you catch yourself. "Sorry, Steve. Please don't sue me for, like, harassment or whatever."

"For hon? My mom calls me hon. You'll have to do a lot worse than hon to get me riled up."

Well. That sounded like a challenge you could really have a lot of fun with...but, you just smile with a slight roll of your eyes, muttering, "Can never be too careful these days."

It's about halfway through your shift, and you can already see that Steve is an incredible nurse. He's just supposed to be sticking with you at the central station tonight, but he's started assisting when a new admit drops in, grabbing vital signs or just a cup of coffee for a family member in the waiting area. He's always courteous, kind, charming, and accommodating, even when people come in burdened by pain or anxiety. He's gentle in a way that's even soothing for you, and you're not even on the receiving end of it.

"I don't even know why they've got you training with me tonight, Harrington. You're a natural. A pro."

He beams at you, scrubbing down a countertop with sanitizing wipes while you QC test the glucometers for the unit.

"I dunno, I'm learning a ton. It's been fun hanging out with you, too. You're a good teacher."

"Oh, yah? What invaluable wisdom have I bestowed upon you tonight, Nurse Harrington?"

He pauses and thinks for a moment.

"You showed me where the bathrooms are. That's pretty important, I think."

You laugh so suddenly that you snort a little, hand darting up to cover your face.

"Goddamnit, I hate that stupid --"

"No! It's amazing, I love making you laugh. That's been the best part of the night."

He glances up at you and you feel heat rushing to multiple parts of your body, most noticeable visibly on your cheeks.

"Mine...mine, too. So thanks for that."

The small pause seems to stretch between you forever until he tosses the spent wipe in the trash along with his purple nitrile gloves. You catch yourself ogling every twitch and curl of his fingers as he tidies up.

"Hey, would you maybe wanna, like, stop for a coffee or something after our shift?"

The offer catches you completely off-guard. It hasn't even been a whole shift, and he's already asking you out for coffee? Or, maybe it was just professional courtesy. Maybe he just wanted to decompress after his first night shift in your ED. Best not to get your hopes too high.

"Oh, um...yeah, sure. There's a great little place a couple blocks from here. Bean There, Done That, I think."

His brow twitches and furrows.

"Bean There...Done That?"

"Yessir. We don't skimp out on the puns in this town."

"Oh, Christ. Is it too late to transfer down to Texas?"

"Oh, yah. You're stuck here with us now, Harrington."

You grin slyly and he laughs, raking his fingers through his gorgeous head of hair.

"I guess there's worse places to be."

His eyes are twinkly, making the harsh florescent bulbs above you seem appealing somehow. You're just about to come back with some more demi-flirty banter when the lights and sirens pull into the ambulance bay.

Both of your heads snap up in that direction, not expecting any kind of incoming trauma or emergency.

"Madgie, you know what this is?"

"How should I know?" She grumbles, smacking on one of her treasured grahams.

You jog outside to meet the paramedics, Steve not far behind. The doors to the back of the ambulance swing open as they unload a stretcher with a young man in his early twenties holding his fist wrapped in a blood-soaked t-shirt.

"Well, what do we got going on here?"

"Hey, Doc. Blew my fingers off with a firecracker."

You pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer.

"Alrighty then. Well, I'm not the doctor, but go on in, they'll getcha sorted. Steve, ya wanna go with our friend and get the admit started?"

"Love to. C'mon, dude. So, fireworks, huh?"

He walks alongside the kid, chatting him up completely nonchalantly like two of his charred digits weren't sitting in a plastic baggie full of ice on his lap.

Yeah, he's gonna do just fine here, you thought.

You were pulled from your musings by a strong pair of hands snaking around your middle. You whip around, pushing at the chest of the ambulance driver and Chief of the EMS crew, Gator Tillman. His lip curled up into a wicked little grin, a half-healed bruise under his right eye from some recent scuffle.

"Helloooooo, nurse." He crooned, still trying to hold you against him by the small of your back as you weakly tried to push him away.

"Oh, yah, Gator, that never gets old."

"How's it goin' tonight? Who's the pretty boy ya came out with?"

"Hmm. Jealous? That's my new friend, Steve."

"Jealous? Please. Real men don't go into nursing, no offense."

Your jaw drops, and you shove away a little more earnestly, his hands falling away from your body. You cross your arms over your chest in a huff.

"Lots of offense, Tillman. Like, all of the fucking offense. Layers and layers of it. You tell that to Odie, he might actually strangle ya to death. Besides, what's wrong with a female-dominated career field? I think we kick ass."

He sneers and rolls his eyes, hands shoving into the pockets of his EMS vest jacket.

"Please, don't get all PC on me." He clears his throat and his voice gets a little smaller. "But, uh, don't tell Odie I said that, actually."

You snicker at that, and he gives you a softer smile in return.

"Sorry...didn't mean it bad."

"Well, it came out bad, Gator. Men and women alike can be amazing nurses. You've seen it, so don't even lie. You're just jealous of his hair, I think. Guys got an epic head of hair."

"Jealous? I'm not jealous a'that puss--"

You shoot him a look before he can make yet another sensationally sexist comment in your presence and his jaw clamps tight around the words. He sniffs and squares his broad shoulders, cracking his neck on both sides.

"Not jealous. He should be jealous. Cause I get to come here and do stuff like this..."

He closes the two steps between you both again, fingers slipping brazenly past the waistband of your scrub pants and gripping the flesh of your ass. Your breath catches in your throat as you cling to his shoulders, trying to keep your balance with him looming over you.

"Gator! Someone could see." You hiss.

"Mm-hm. I can tell how much ya like that, too." His fingers slide down the cleft of your ass and press against your core from behind, feeling the wetness soaking through the cotton of your underwear.

A shaky breath escapes your lips. You search around the ambulance bay wildly to check for any prying eyes, and, finding none, you grip the back of his neck and crash your lips onto his. He groans and hitches your leg up around his hip, then shoves his other hand into your pants and begins kneading and spreading your ass cheeks with his palms.

"Fuck I love this tight little ass." He mutters into your mouth as you grind your hips back into his grasp. He gives one of your flanks a little slap drawing a high-pitched squeak of delight from you. "So fuckin' dirty. Just lettin' me play with your ass while you're at work? Hm? You'd let me fuck ya right here, wouldn't ya?"

"Gator..." You growl, but he can tell his words are having an effect on you. He chortles, shaking his head and rutting his solid cock against your front, dragging it teasingly a few times over your throbbing clit.

"Nah, I know. I can't either, got shit to do. But, you'd still let me. If I wanted."

He straightens up, letting your leg fall from his hip as he withdraws from you completely. You roll your eyes and straighten your scrubs, fixing your ponytail in the ambulance side mirror. He adjusts his massive cock into the waistband of his work pants and slides his shades over his eyes.

Just as you try to decide what your next words would even be to this fucked up situationship you can't seem to shake no matter how hard you try (and believe me, you've tried), Steve comes walking briskly around the side of the ambulance to find you.

"Hey! Got the kid all settled in Room 6, Doc McKinley said getting the fingers on should be easy enough. Oh, hey man, what's up? I'm Steve."

Steve holds his hand out to Gator, and to your surprise he grips it without hesitation (although likely with far too much force) and gives it a hearty shake. He smirks in your direction, but you don't really know what that's about.

"Tillman. Gator."

Steve cocks his head in confusion.

"Which one of those...is your first name?"

You giggle and Gator glares at you briefly before returning the heat of his gaze back to Steve.

"Don't gotta worry about it. You can just call me Chief, cause that's what I am. Cool?"

Steve raises his eyebrows, flustered, and stammers,"Oh, yeah, sure, co--" before Gator cuts him off.

"Great. Alright, hon, watch it. I gotta get going."

Gator shuffles by you, purposely brushing his chest far too close to yours, and loads back into the driver's seat. With a wink and a click of his teeth, he turns the engine over and roars out of the bay. His presence is so domineering that you and Steve can't help but just stand there for a moment, basking in it. You turn to him and shake your head in disbelief.

"He used to be our county Deputy, if you can believe that. His dad is still the Sheriff. Roy Tillman?"

"Shit, yeah. I saw the billboard. A hard man..."

"...for hard times. Yeah, that's the one. Gator's...well, he's a lot. And his family is a hell of a lot. But, as much as it may not seem like it, he's a real great medic. Cool under pressure, quick-thinking, reliable. He doesn't quite have the compassionate care part down, but the backbone? He's nothing but." You give Steve a small, tight-lipped smile, not quite understanding why you felt the need to defend that man in front of this one, but you did all the same.

Steve nods but frowns, glancing down at his hand.

"...His, uh...his hand was wet."

You wrinkle your nose, cheeks growing warm with embarrassment at the realization of why Gator had that shit-eating grin on his face when he grabbed Steve's hand -- it was still slick with you. You jerk your head back towards the hospital.

"You better go wash that, hon."

A/N: okokokok this is a quickie but I wanted to get everyone introduced. This is gonna be so fucking fun, I can't wait.

@keer-y 💋

[digitalhoe]

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𓏲 ✉️ྀི ׂ 𝓲𝐧 𝔀𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . steve loved watching you, so you give him his own private show !

𝓪𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝔀𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𑄹 fem!reader. kissing. flirting. voyeurism. female masturbation. female orgasm. swearing. dirty talk. talking you through it. praise. suggestive ending. 2.8k words. ꣖ adult content. mdni ꣓

droplets of sweat had gathered on the nape of your neck, pooling in the valley between your breasts, as you danced in the middle of the crowded room. the music was loud, almost too loud, but there was an undeniable electricity in the air. not from the atmosphere or the array of eyes on you from people you had never met. not even the alcohol that coursed through your system, but only between you and him. 

him, steve harrington, the only person whose attention truly mattered. 

you could feel his deep, lust-filled gaze boring into you from across the room, watching you so intently you were sure you were going to combust. he stood leaning up against the wall in the far corner, one arm raised to steady himself while the other held a cup to his lips. he adorned a recycled halloween costume as robin remained by his side, talking about who knows what, but despite the little nod here and there, all he could focus on was you. 

steve loved watching you. he loved watching the way your body moved to the music. he loved watching the way you would meet his gaze, the slightest glint of a smirk tugging at your lips before continuing to pretend that he wasn't even there. he specifically loved watching the way your skirt would hitch up your thighs the same way it would whenever you went into his work. 

he was sure he was the reason behind it. no, he knew he was the reason behind it. that you would purposely pull your skirt higher just for him, and even more so when you would bend over in the aisles pretending to look for something on the bottom shelf. being well aware that he was the only one that could see you. 

he knew what you were doing - that you knew what you were doing - stringing him along and playing hard to get. you were challenging him. you weren't giving in to him like every other girl that looked his way recently. 

you were making him work for it - for you. 

except tonight he had other plans. 

tonight, he was finally going to get what he wanted. 

at least, so he thought. 

"listen, i know it was my idea to crash this party, but it's kinda lame," eddie joins you, disrupting your dancing and slowing down your movements. "y'wanna find the others and get out of here?"

eddie was right. the party itself was lame. the only thing giving you any sort of entertainment was the free alcohol and the look on steve's face - steve who had now disappeared from where he stood only a moment ago as you peer over your friend's shoulder. 

the munson boy waits for you to answer, your attention now absent from the conversation as you scanned the room rapidly but there was no sign of steve anywhere. he repeats his question, but it's not until he snaps his impatient fingers in your face that you finally return to him. 

"c'mon, let's find steve and robin and we'll go back to mine. can finally show you that new riff i learnt on the guitar." he imitates playing his sweetheart, hair bouncing in an unruly mess, as more bystanders begin to stare.

you laugh, giving him a slight nudge, "okay, munson. i'll search upstairs, you search downstairs."

the two of you pan off in different directions, you heading for the staircase by the front door as he began in the kitchen. as you pushed your way through the crowd, weaving yourself to the entryway, you spot robin at the bottom of them, but still no sign of steve. 

you call her name, but your voice falls on deaf ears over the music. she twirls around, hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt when she finally spots you and a relieved smile bestows upon her lips. 

"we're gonna go back to eddie's. where's steve?" you raise your voice, leaning towards her ear so that she could hear you. 

"he went upstairs. something about needing a moment away from the music,” she gestures upstairs where there were far less people. "i'll go get him."

she turns to head up the stairs but your hand catches her arm before she can so much as put her foot on the bottom step, "it's okay, i'll get him. you go find eddie and we'll meet you at his van."

robin nods, though there seems to be a knowing look in her eyes, a hint of a smirk as if there were some obvious secret only you didn't know about, and she traipses off toward the kitchen in search of eddie. 

once alone, you take one look up the large staircase and let out a deep breath. this was it, this was the moment you were finally going to tell steve that if he truly wanted you so bad, it was about time he did something about it. 

with each step, your heart seems to beat a little bit faster. the top of the stairs growing further away and when you finally get to them, there are only a couple of small groups of people scattered along the balustrade. you weave your way through the crowd once more to find the bathroom and just as you're about to knock, it opens before your hand can graze the wood with your knuckles. 

steve stands on the other side, eyes widening when he sees you, but the sight of him causes the breath in your throat to catch. his dishevelled hair, deep pink lips and dark eyes entrapped by a red tinge - he was truly a sight for sore eyes. 

"y/n," your name falls off the tip of his tongue like sweet honey, sending an immediate wave of bumps across your skin. "are you okay?" he looks almost concerned, brows furrowing when it takes you a moment to answer. 

"uh, yeah. we're going to ditch the party and, um, and..." you pause for a beat, words turning to a jumbled mess inside your head and all the confidence you had tried to bestill had disappeared. "... um, head back to eddie's. we're going to head back to eddie's." you repeat it a second time for safe measure. 

he nods, slowly, his eyes purposely falling to your lips as he exhales and leans back against the doorframe, "yeah. i mean, we could do that..." his words are even slower, pulling you in with each syllable. "or... we could talk about what's really going on here?"

this was it - this was the moment he finally did something about it. 

"i have no idea what you're talking about." you lift your right shoulder into a shrug, pursing your lips before gazing up at him through your lashes. 

his lips part as he leans in closer, his face so close you could feel his alcohol-saturated breath on your cheek. "so, i'm just imagining you pulling up that pretty little skirt of yours on purpose, huh?"

you almost gasp, throat tightening with need. need for him. "apparently... though, it's nice to know you've been thinking about me."

the devilish grin on your face now infuriates him because, once again, you were in control. 

a breathy chuckle leaves his lips, fingers raking through his hair, "what am i going to do with you?"

"i don't know. what are you going to do with me?" a moment of realisation passes through his eyes. you want him to do something about it, want him to finally give in to the urges. all this time, he had been waiting, and now, here you were, allowing him to have what had been torturing him. 

while his head races with a million thoughts, in reality, only seconds had passed by, but those few seconds were more than enough to build a wall of tension. his gaze falls to your lips once more, and in a heated movement of passion, he finally takes the leap and presses his to them. 

soft moans reverberate through his neck, daring to carry you away as your fingers curl through his hair. you press yourself against him, almost knocking him over, but he answers your neediness and pulls you into the bathroom to close the door and lock it. 

all the tension, flirty looks and suggestive gestures that had been building up over the past few months had finally started to unravel in a matter of seconds. igniting you both so much so that you were sure to catch fire. 

the kisses seem to last forever, despite feeling rushed, and when he starts to trail his lips down the side of your neck, you're left a hot mess as you try to regain your breath. your core was already aching for attention, throbbing within your underwear, as his hands ran rampant all over your body. 

he glides his tongue across your skin, hair tickling your face as he begins to suck lightly, "you've no idea what you've done to me. how badly i've wanted this." he mumbles against you, sparking thought in your mind, and at this, you gently push him away and slide yourself back on the counter.

"is that so?" you breathe heavily. "tell me about it."

there's a glint of confusion in his eyes, brows slightly furrowing, as he stands between your legs. you had so much power over him and you planned to keep it that way. 

if you gave in to him so easily, all the long months you had spent teasing and hinting at him would've been for nothing. he needed to know that you weren't going to give yourself up to him just because he wanted it - he needed to earn you. 

"d'you really want me, harrington?" your words are low, breathy, sending shivers down his spine as he gazes into your eyes. 

"fuck," he nods, the word shakily falling from his lips and he swallows hard. "i want you so bad."

your lips quirk up once again, heart beating so fast it was thrumming in your ears. you lean forward, lips barely grazing his, and whisper, "tell me what you want... while you watch me touch myself." before planting your teeth around his bottom lip and tugging on it.

"w-what?" there's a hitch in his voice as you feel yourself growing wet within the confines of your underwear. he's stunned. eyes wide and jaw taut. 

"tell me what you want, and i'm yours, but... touch me, and you lose." your words are barely above a whisper but they're enough to send shivers down his body. 

his breath catches in his throat, letting out a small gasp, as his dewy brown eyes bore into you once again. only this time, there was determination clouding them. he wanted you. he wanted you so bad, and he was going to do everything he could to get you - to finally feel you.

he opens his mouth to speak but stops when you lean back against the mirror, hitching your skirt up and spreading your legs before him. revealing the black lace underwear you had worn in anticipation. the same pair that he had only ever caught glimpses of. 

"what's the matter, harrington? you like watching me... don't you?" you ask, coyly, batting your lashes. 

he groans, lulling his head back to reveal his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows once more. you lift a finger to touch the tip of his chin, letting it trail down his chest before landing between your legs. he watches your hand as if his life depended on it. 

you slowly trace the edges of your underwear where your core was barely covered. lips poking out around the thin material, gathering up your wetness when your finger starts to rub small circles over the top of them. 

"are you wet?" steve asks, and you nod, brows arching from the touch already. 

he shuffles nervously on his feet, pulling at the material around his crotch to give himself more growing space, but his eyes never leave you. not for a second. and they only double in size when you finally move your panties to the side, confirming your answer - your sweetness glistening under the dim bathroom glow. 

"holy f-fuck, y/n," he retorts with astonishment, almost falling to his knees at the sight of you before him. "you're killing me here."

"tell me more," you press the tips of your fingers to your tongue, collecting the saliva that had gathered, and gently start moving them across your sweet little bundle of nerves. 

"you're so fucking pretty, baby. i bet you're so warm too. i bet your pretty little pussy is so fucking warm," his words caress your ears as your movement starts to speed up, building up the sensation in your core. "i want you so bad. i want to feel you wrapped around my cock. every fucking inch of you."

a small chuckle falls from your lips, as you now press your middle finger into your hole. moaning at the feeling and slowly you begin to fuck yourself, all while steve's eyes remain trained on you. catching a glimpse of you fingering yourself but focusing on your facial expressions and the way you're making your own mouth fall open with ecstasy. 

"fuck your little hole, baby," he says, almost demandingly, which again makes you want to prove that you were still in control. so you add another finger. "fucking hell, i want to taste you so bad."

"mmm-yeah? you wanna taste me, harrington? you wanna know what my pretty little pussy tastes like?" your words are slightly muffled, as you continue to penetrate yourself. fingers gliding in and out of your goodness with ease, hitting just the right spot as the top of your palm rubs your clit, causing your hips to buck up a little. 

his hand involuntarily falls to his crotch, he didn't think you noticed. but it was a little hard not to when he begins palming himself through his pants as his eyes burned with so much desire. desire for you. 

you can feel the coil within your core on the verge of breaking, ready to snap as you near your end. the pleasure of it all becoming too much, as your hips buck more rapidly, face contorting and mouth falling agape. you grab onto steve's jacket with your free hand, gripping the material and bringing him closer. 

"f-fuck, i'm gonna cum," your breathing is unsteady, all over the place as you get closer, wrapping your arm around steve's head to grab a fistful of his hair. “make me cum, harrington.”

“show me how you cum, baby. show me how pretty you look when you let it all go. you do that and i’m gonna fill you up so good,” his voice is low as he presses his head to yours. “you want me to bury my cock in you, don’t you?”

"mmm- fuck yeah," your moan is cut off by steve's mouth as he presses his lips to yours once more. immediately gliding his tongue across them for permission and you give it to him, letting his tongue enter. 

and just like that, you're overcome with stimulation. a wave of sensation coursing through you but steve doesn't pull away, instead, he muffles your cries with kisses as he takes in the sight of you. completely vulnerable as you chase your high. chest rising and falling at a dramatic pace as your hips twitch and buck, eyes glazed over and brows arched. to hear the sweet noises you made, muffled or not. 

it was a sight he had only seen once, but, oh boy, did he want to see it again. 

"oh, fuck," you sigh, words split by your panting as you try to regain your breath. you still hadn't stopped fingering yourself, only slowed down the movements as your creamy goodness collected along them. 

"i'm that good of a kisser, huh?" steve chuckles, staring down at you still slowly pumping your digits into yourself, eyes unwavering from the wetness that covered them. 

"whatever makes you sleep better at night," you smirk, finally pulling your fingers from your pussy at the same time someone knocks on the door. "i guess that's our cue to go. eddie and robin will be waiting for us."

you both slide off the counter, your underwear slipping down to your feet as you quickly wash your hands. but rather than pulling them back on when you’re done, you gather them and scrunch them into a ball. 

"what are you doing?" steve asks, confused when you pull the pocket of his jacket open and slip them inside. 

"think of it as a parting gift," you smile, patting it closed then lean up to place a soft kiss in his lips, "plus, it's easier access for later."

𝓵𝐨𝐨𝐤𝓲𝐧𝐠 𝓯𝐨𝐫 𝓶𝐨𝐫𝐞 .ᐣ library taglist form guidelines

[djohours]

anyways

[moonstoneandmoonlight]

where they can't find us

fluff, forbidden romance, henderson!reader, stable hand!steve, princess!reader, fantasy au. wc: 1.2k

If your father knew you were in love with the stable boy, he would probably send you somewhere far away. To another Kingdom, perhaps. Somewhere like Glacorien where you had heard tales about how it was so cold that travellers frequently froze to death on their journey there. Or perhaps Vervos which was so far away that no one had dared to venture there in well other a century.

You were already in trouble with your father for asking to learn how to sword fight instead of learning embroidery. You were also in trouble for being late to a ball that had been thrown in your honour. The reason for the latter was because you had been with said stable boy and had lost track of time. It was only because your younger brother had covered for you that you had avoided a Kingdom wide search for your whereabouts. The downside to being a princess meant people tended to notice your absence.

And yet, despite the risk you poised to yourself and to the stable hand—Steve—you still found yourself falling into his arms. You'd follow him whether he would go. Even if that meant following him into Thornbloom Forest.

"But my father said it was dangerous," you mutter to Steve beneath your breath, your fingers digging into his arm as you let him lead the way through the dark forest. "He said there were ogres and banshees and—"

"—banshees?" Steve repeats with an amused look back at you thrown over his shoulder. "The King is simply trying to scare you, your Highness. There's no banshees."

"Oh," you breathe out in relief as you step carefully over a root. "But what about ogres?"

Steve simply shrugs. "They're harmless."

"Harmless?! Steven—"

"—Your Highness—"

You scowl slightly at the formal title. It sounded so unnatural from his lips.

"—I told you to stop calling me that. My name will suffice."

Steve smiles a little and then he says your name. Your name had never sounded so good than when it came from Steve's lips, his voice sweet like honey and making you forget all about royal duties and about your father who would never approve of your lover.

"What did you want me to show me again?" You ask as he pulls you into a clearing, the moonlight slipping through the trees to cast a ghostly glow on the ground beneath your feet. "Or was this a rouse to get me alone?"

Steve finally stops walking, turning to look at you with a smile pulling on the corners of his lips. "That's always the goal, my lady."

His words send warmth surging through your body that you try your very best to ignore.

Steve seems to sense how affected you were by his words but decides not tease you any further. For now.

"I found something," he tells you, stepping away from you before walking towards an old oak tree. "And you have to promise me you will not tell a soul about what you see."

"Steven, what could you possibly—oh, gods—is that a—a dragon egg?"

Your eyes were wide, staring at the large, blood red and golden egg that Steve had pulled from beside the oak tree and now held carefully in his hands. You knew it to be an dragon egg from the scaly exterior and from its colouring but still—you couldn't quite believe your eyes.

"It is," Steve confirms, gently turning the egg over in his hands. "I found it this morning. By the river. I knew it would not survive near water and so, I took it here. Where no one would look."

"But Steve, what about its mother—"

"Killed," Steve tells you solemnly, looking up at you just in time to watch the way your eyes soften, the way your face falls. "Your father—the King—saw her on his morning ride. And—well, you know your father's attitude towards dragons."

You go quiet, your eyes on the egg in Steve's hands as try not to think about what your father did to its mother. Try not to think about all the barbaric things your father had done to other beautiful creatures that he deemed too threatening to belong in his kingdom.

You realise then why Steve had bought you here. You could see it in the way he was looking between you and the egg.

"Steven, you cannot be serious. We cannot raise a dragon—"

"—but do you not see that this could be our way out of here? Out of this Kingdom? They would chase us on horseback but dragon back—"

"—you have lost your mind? Dragon back? Do you even hear yourself? A dragon is not a dog, it could kill us—"

"—it wouldn't kill us if it saw us as its mother—"

"—and what of my family? My brother—"

"—he could come with us. Dustin adores dragons."

You could hardly believe what Steve was suggesting. Raising and attempting to tame a dragon in order to escape the Kingdom? It was nothing short of insanity.

And yet—

And yet you couldn't help but wonder if it would work. You couldn't help but hope that there was someway you could be with Steve. But he was stable hand. He wasn't a Prince nor was a Duke or an Earl or even a Viscount. He didn't have a penny to his name. And yet you loved him enough to hope that his insane plan would work.

"If this does not work Steve—"

"—then at least we tried," Steve says, placing the egg carefully into his satchel before stepping closer to you until his hands were gently cupping your face.

"I cannot stand by and do nothing anymore. I hear things. People talk. Your father wants you to be wed by your twentieth year and I cannot—will not—stand by and let it happen. I cannot fight, I cannot shower you in riches and I cannot give you anything that you don't already have. But I can love you until my last breath and I can do my very best to get us somewhere I am just Steve and you are just my lady."

The words make you feel everything all at once. You feel scared, frightened, even a little terrified. But you also feel determined, feel a passion and love that ran so deep that it lived in your bones. And before you could second guess the plan, before you could let doubt creep in—you accept the plan with a fierce kiss to his lips. A kiss that he returns with equal enthusiasm—his hands in your hair and yours fisting into the front of his shirt.

"Is that a yes to the plan?" Steve asks the question against your lips—a little breathless as he pulls away, his honeyed brown eyes meeting yours.

"Yes," you breathe out. "We'll keep the egg safe. Raise the dragon until it's fully grown and then—then we'll go somewhere where they can't find us."

There's a look in Steve's eyes that you don't quite recognise—hope, maybe—before he's pulling you back in for another kiss as the moonlight shines above you. The egg—the key to your future—safe in Steve's satchel.

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said i’m the love of your life (about a million times), steve harrington

steve harrington x fem!reader (7.6k words)

in which steve is trying really hard to become your boyfriend, but you keep rejecting him over and over — yet it doesn’t seem like you hate the idea of him. but that’s okay, because steve’s never been one to give up so easily.

or 3 times you reject steve and the one time you don’t.

warnings: reader is crazy oblivious, angsty with happy ending, jealousy, vecna’s curse (reader), kissing, yearning, dustin being a sap for most part, robin is lovely, slow burn, anxiety and depression, friends to lovers, shit ending

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You sit on the comfy old couch on the Wheeler’s basement, left corner pretty much already belonging to you from the amount of time you come over. It would be weird in any other circumstance, except it’s all because of the little gremlins that you’re supposed to call teenagers that are spread out all over the room.

Dustin is sitting by the other end of the couch, munching contently on some chocolate in a way that almost makes you smile. Mike and Will are both on the floor, sitting snugly against the armchair to Dustin’s left. And Lucas lays stomach down in the middle of the basement, not paying much attention to the movie and seemingly more focused on the fashion magazine in front of him.

You’re smart enough not to question why he’s suddenly so interested in gap’s summer collection. You can assume why, as his mood is gloomier than ever due to having a silly fight with max again.

It’s not something to get worried about though, he’s a pretty sappy romantic kid and you’re sure he’ll get her back in no time.

The door opening sounds through the basement, steps following down the stairs as Steve comes into view.

He throws the bag of popcorn to the two boys by the armchair, ignoring Mike’s complaints as they land right on his face.

“A diet coke for the lady.” He hands the can to you smoothly, though your gaze stays focused on the movie.

“Mhm.” It’s enough of a thank you to him, knowing you too well to disturb your focused moment.

Fishing out the bag of peanuts from his pocket, he throws himself rather loudly to the spot on the couch beside you, smiling at your annoyed tap on his leg for him to be quiet.

Without saying a word, he opens the packet on his hands, picking out peanuts one by one and cracking the shells open before handing them to you.

“Aren’t you gonna eat some too?” You say after a moment of realizing they’re appearing on your hand way too fast for you to be sharing.

“No, i’m good.” He affirms, so gentle it makes you momentarily glance at him.

Except seems to have the same idea as you, eyes focused on your face as if he’d been staring for at least a little while. It makes you grow all hot, though you blame it on the july weather.

Shaking out a confused nod, you turn back to the tv. Refusing to ask why he’s doing this. You really don’t want to know the answer.

It’s not that Steve’s not a nice guy, he’s always been kind to you for all you know. But then again you never really interacted with him back in school.

He’s just been extra nice for the last couple of months, and you would love it. You would. Except to you he pretty much seems to be obsessing over getting someone to date. And you don’t want to be one of them, not when he’s doing it all to get over someone.

Besides, Nancy is a really nice girl and the last thing you want is to get yourself into some kind of rivalry with her. That’s not you.

While you’re distracted you don’t notice Lucas approaching Dustin, whispering something to him while pointing at the magazine from before.

“Will you two let us watch the movie? Jeese.” Steve grumps, throwing you a ‘are they serious?’ look, although you know he doesn’t really care.

“Yeah so, about that- we gotta go!” Dustin suddenly jumps up from the couch, excited in a rather suspicious way.

“What?” You frown.

“We’re so sorry but i just found like the perfect gift for Max and it’s on sale! I need to go get it before someone gets their grabby hands on it.” Lucas points to the golden necklace on the catalogue.

It is pretty, you can’t deny that.

“Ok well, you two don’t take long cause the sun’s setting soon.” It’s a bit weird to be sounding like one of their moms, but you’ve gotten used to it.

“Us four, actually.” Dustin cuts in, pointing to Mike and Will you look like they are just as confused as you.

“That must be some heavy necklace for you to need four of you to carry it.” Steve answers amusedly, as if he knows exactly what the boy is doing.

Damn them and their way of communicating. Sometimes you really believe they were separated in birth, even with the age difference.

“Dude, you seriously are so out of touch. We need an extra opinion in case there’s no necklaces left.” It’s some stupid excuse, but you’re too tired and hot to retaliate.

“Just don’t take long. Your parents will all kill us if they knew we let you out till late.” You give in easily, finding yourself to be way more accepting than Steve.

“Be back before 8 or i’ll come get you!” Steve exclaims as the teenagers start running up the stairs.

“Yes, mom!” Dustin yells sarcastically.

Steve huffs beside you, not moving even a bit even with the extra space on the couch now.

“Could’ve at least called me Dad. Mom.” He scoffs the end of the phrase out.

“Oh no, you’re definitely mom.” You giggle, more bubbling out of your chest at his faux offensed face.

“Am not!” He squeaks.

“You sure are very motherly towards them. Sound exactly like my Mrs. Wheeler scolding at them.” You poke his bicep jokingly.

He rolls his eyes, though a little smile is at the corner of his mouth. He looks like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t for the next few seconds and you don’t wait to turn back to the tv.

“Does that mean you’re like the dad?” You freeze at his silly question.

Because he doesn’t mean for it to be silly and you don’t even have to process it to know it. He sure as hell doesn’t mean it in a ‘friendly divorced parents’ way.

“What?” You blurt, scraping your nails against the can on your hands anxiously.

He notices your demeanor, almost frowning but pulling the happy mask before his eyebrows get to pinch together.

“Like- cause i’m mom and all.” He laughs awkwardly. “We’re like their parents at the point with how much we babysit.”

“Right. Of course.” You smile tightly.

Your heart soars at the way he seems upset due to your dry tone. It almost makes you want to tell him that it’s okay, that you don’t mind it, that you wish you were actually a couple.

“I mean- i did feel like a dad with you bringing me a drink while i watch tv. You’d make a pretty good housewife.” Your eyes gleam when your comment lightens his smile.

“Look at us breaking stereotypes.” Steve muses, pretty teeth impossible not to look at when he smiles just for you.

You can only smile too, head leaning slightly back against the couch as your body feels suddenly aware that he’s close to you. Enough that your legs touch and your shoulders brush with every slight movement.

“I would make a nice housewife.” He affirms to himself, voice filled with ego.

“Yeah, don’t let it get to your pretty head.” You mock.

“You think i’m pretty?” He whispers, almost like a secret.

The air you’re about to let out catches on your throat, chest heavy in the worst best way. He’s so gorgeous - the most.

And you really want to feel it naturally, what he’s trying to give you. But you can’t. Because there’s always that little voice at the back of your head, like a string that makes you trip every time you try to go through the door that leads to him.

So you pull back, turning from his searching eyes and desperately trying to find something to say to make this less awkward.

“Oh look, Leia and Han are about to kiss for the first time.” Great. That so makes it better.

“Yeah.” Steve croaks after a moment.

It makes you want to dig into the couch, hide yourself inside the cushions until everything is okay. It makes it worse that he feels more hurt than angry at the rejection.

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” He gets up, almost skipping steps as he goes up the stairs.

There’s a bathroom in the basement.

“Steve-“

“I’ll be right back.”

You dig your nails into the palms of your hands, feeling like a jerk and definitely lonely and weirdly not because of the empty basement. It’s for the best.

You’re tiring, he’d get tired. You’d tire him, is what you tell yourself to make it seem like a good decision.

He only comes back to tell you he’s picking the kids up, not quite looking you in the eye but acting like normal all over again. Almost as if he still wants to be overly nice to you. Still opens the car door for you. Still puts on your favorite radio station.

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“I just really have a feeling that he likes someone.” Robin rambles while organizing the mountain of tapes on their correct shelves.

“Steve?” You ask, shuddering a bit at the thought.

“Yeah, i mean- he hasn’t told me about any recent date. But then again i might have just made him think i don’t care about those.” She looks slightly apologetic as she says.

“I’m sure he doesn’t think that.” You reassure, rubbing her arm comfortably as you come closer to help sort.

Robin hums, putting on the expression she has when she’s trying to remember something.

“He did tell me about this girl. I didn’t think much of it at first but now that i’m thinking, he hasn’t mentioned anyone after that.” You try to process her words, trying to hide the way your stomach drops.

“And like he didn’t wanna reveal her identity. But he said it was someone he’s know for a long time, that he thought he finally found his person.” She goes on before adding, “‘said she’s different from other girls.” She scrunches her nose at the phrase.

“Oh yuck.” You laugh with her, forgetting the problem in question for a moment.

“So original of him, right?” Robin bumps her hip with yours.

“Please tell him to never confess to her by saying that.” You smile through it.

Then it hits you. Someone he’s known for a long time. He thinks she’s the one. Nancy.

“Actually, i was thinking you could talk to him.” She puts out, raising her eyebrows in question.

“Me?” You’re more confused than ever. Why would you need to speak to him? He can like whoever he wants to like. None of your business.

“As much as i want to find out who it is, i don’t think i’ll get it out of him. He acts all weird whenever i talk about it. And you’re his best friend, too. Maybe you could help him out.” She explains, though it seems like she’s holding back.

You’re Steve’s best friend. Did he say that? You hope he did.

It’s not a good idea that he might still be in love with Nancy. She’s got a boyfriend and they’re happy together.

“I guess that makes sense.” You agree, “Nancy would probably be upset if he tried something right now.”

“What?” Robin practically gasps.

“He seems like he wants to make a move, doesn’t he?”

“No, no, no- that’s not-“ Her eyes widen as she speaks, but the bell makes a loud noise as the store’s door opens, interrupting her mid sentence.

Steve smiles widely at you both, “I’m back!” As if you can’t see him right there.

It makes you smile a bit more, more so when he looks right at you. “You’re here. Hi.” He sounds rather excited about it.

“Yeah, Robin said i should keep you company since you’re covering for her.” You tell him.

“That’s nice of you, thank you.” He says.

“‘Course, it’s nothing.” You wave him off, sticking your hand into your pocket as you forget what to do with your hands.

“Okayyy…” Robin drags the word, leaving some kind of suggestion in the air. “That’s my cue to head out for a date with my lovely lady.” She bows dramatically.

“Yeah, okay. Brag.” Steve teases, though you see it in his smile that he loves that she’s happy.

“Bye, Rob. Have so much fun.” You receive a happy thumbs up before she’s out the door.

You smile to yourself, sorting through the tapes as you feel Steve come to stand beside you and let out a big breath before getting to work. Dramatic.

“Had fun with Buckley?” He asks, glancing at you with his soft deer eyes.

“I sure did. She’s much less boring than you.” You tease.

He brings his hand to his chest, “Oh wow, you wound me.” While giving you his best pout and it make it even harder for you to keep the friendly act going. “You totally love my company.”

“You’re okay.” You give in, refusing to look him in the eye as you know it’d crack your smile in one second. He notices.

“Did you have lunch?” He blurts randomly, as if remembering something.

“Uh- not yet, no.” You look at him amusedly.

“I brought you that sandwich you like, the one with the pretty wrapping. Cause, you know, i went there for lunch and i thought it would be nice.” He confesses nervously.

“Thanks, Steve.” You give in the urge to squeeze his bicep, your usual and mutual understanding thank you.

You let the comfortable silence fill the store, empty of customers due to it being lunch time.

Thoughts gear through your head, trying to put whatever you’re about to say in the right words so they don’t come out in a way that makes you look like a jerk.

Why couldn’t Robing be the one to speak to him? God, you feel like a mom having the conversation with her kid for the first time.

“So, there’s something i kinda need to talk to you about.” You start, words uneasy.

Steve nods slowly, as if processing. “‘Kay.” He urges you to go on.

“Robin tells me you like someone.” And fuck, you probably weren’t supposed to tell him she said that. Some good start you just picked for yourself.

“She does?” His expression seems to flicker with panic for a moment, before he practically shakes out of it and changes it into a confused one.

“Yeah, and i know it’s really none of my business but as your friend-“

“Best friend.” He corrects naturally.

“As your best friend,” The words feel nice to say, coming out too easy for the conversation you’re trying to have. “i feel like i have this duty to tell you when i think you’re gonna make a stupid decision. You know?”

Now he looks actually confused, eyebrows pinched together and thoughtless look. “Sure?”

“This to say that i understand you’re still on her,” It feels impossible to let her name out. “But i don’t think it’s a good idea to do something about it, quite unfair if i can be honest with you.”

“Wait, what?” He practically squeaks, dropping the tapes back in the cart. You try to understand why he’s avoiding it, but there’s no reason that comes to mind.

“Nancy.” You decide to be direct.

“Nancy? I’m not following, sweetheart.” The pet name rolls out his tongue easily and it leaves you in absolute despair.

“You’re thinking on making a move, are you not?” You try to have him catch up.

“No! I don’t know why Robin told you that, i really don’t. But i’m not doing anything with Nancy, there’s nothing with Nancy. Seriously.” He seems truthful enough as he speaks and you hate yourself for not fully believing him.

“But you like someone?”

He hesitates, “I do.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry for assuming, Robin didn’t actually say it was Nancy.” You give him a guilty quirk of the lips.

“That’s okay.” He reassures, sweet as always.

Steve shuffles on his feet, opening his mouth a few times as if he’s about to say something a but never seeming to muster the courage. You give him time.

“This girl-“ He cuts himself off, words coming out in a harsh breath, “she’s amazing. The most amazing girl i’ve ever met. And even though i have known her for a good while, i’ve looked at her with different eyes for the last few months.”

Your breath catches, you start to understand his words. Hate and love is what you have for them, no in between.

“She’s a breath of fresh air, although i do seem to be out of breath whenever she’s around. She’s the best with the kids, probably more caring than me. Has really good taste in music and movies - i wouldn’t have gotten this job if she didn’t make me decorate the name to every Star Wars movie.” He laughs but it seems more like relieved sigh.

You feel stuck to the ground, eyes wide and motionless. You don’t encourage him to go on, but he takes your silence.

“And most of all she makes me not care about what others think. Makes me wanna be a good person and nothing else.” He finishes, carefully leaning closer without stepping towards you.

You didn’t think this would happen like this, thrown right on your face like some splash of freezing water that leaves you freezing on the spot.

He’s lovely, his words are everything you’ve ever wanted to hear. But you’re filled with dread, because you know what’s about to come and you’re going to reject it.

“What do you say?”

It’s complicated, you’re not sure why you want to say no. You don’t fully believe him for one. It’s not fair to make him have someone who has doubts by his side.

“No.” You state, simply.

“What?” He asks, straightening up immediately and drily gulping.

You laugh, but it’s really more cause you don’t know what to say. “There’s no way you actually think we’d work.”

“Why not?” He sounds defensive, “I do think that, i think about it everyday.” His voice is more hurt than anything now.

“Steve, this is crazy. We’re best friends. No way.” You shake your head.

“Did you just hear all that i said? I don’t wanna be your best friend - at least not just that.” He exasperates, searching for your eyes when you refuse to look at him.

“Now, this was the kind of stupid decisions i was talking about a moment ago.” You scoff.

You’re trying to play it cool, but it’s like he sees right through it. He reaches for your hand, loosely enough that you can let go of it if you want.

“It’s not a stupid decision. If anything, it’s the best decision in think i’ve made in a while.” His thumb brushes your knuckles.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, eyes feeling with tears at the confrontation.

He frowns, “Tell me you don’t like me.”

“What?”

“Tell me you don’t like me back and i’ll leave you alone.” He asserts, focused on making it work.

“Steve, that’s not the point.” You say desperately, “I’m not your usual, you’re interested by this idea of me because we’re close and you want someone.”

“Wow, that’s what you think of me?” He looks truly offended now.

You purse your lips, feeling unfair for acting like this. “No, i’m sorry.”

“But we’re so different, truly different. And i don’t think there’s anything you can do right now to change my mind.” You want to reach out and pull him into a hug, but it really wouldn’t be a good idea right now.

“Sweetheart-“

You’re saved by the door opening, two clients coming in. Steve looks the most disappointed. But not angry, and that’s always a relief.

“I’m just- gonna get onto that sandwich while you take care of that.” You look apologetically at him, smiling at him to try amend the situation.

“Yeah- sure.” He rubs his temple for a second before turning away from you.

You’re certainly a jerk after that. But it’s only a few days later when he starts acting normal again, sweet as usual towards you and keeping you close as his best friend.

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A weird shiver runs across your back as you enter the abandoned house, even more when the big group turns into just you and Steve. The idea of the group being separated turns your stomach.

The flashlight on your hand doesn’t feel enough to light your path through the somber hallways, headache tingling on your temples as you try to find anything useful.

It’s not that things have been weird with Steve, which they have, but they’ve been weird with everyone. You lack the energy to try and even have a conversation with anyone. If you were to be honest, you’re not even sure why you’re here because your mind is all but up to having ideas that will actually help find Vecna.

It started a few weeks ago. The ultimate feeling of emptiness, like everything and everyone is moving and you’re stuck on the same spot. All the things happening in Hawkins don’t help your case either. Eddie being accused of being a murderer, sweet Chrissy’s death, Max almost being sentenced to that end too.

You don’t feel like you have a major thing ruining your life and making you miserable, but you feel sad even without it. And that leaves you to wallow in self pity and to think you aren’t anything but selfish. There are people who are in real danger around you and all you can think about is your unreasonable sadness.

The conversation at Radio family was a few months ago, not that you feel the need to track it. You thought you could pull yourself together after it, told yourself all you needed was time to get over it.

But all you can think about when he’s kind to you, when he brings you food, when his hand brushes your arm while he’s standing next to you — is that he actually mistakes it for real feelings for you. And the worst of it all is that you find yourself enjoying it, the idea of him loving you. Selfishly you wish he’s still confused, hoping he sometimes thinks about you at night like you think about him.

You feel his stare burn into the back of your skull as you walk slightly ahead of him, avoiding to walk beside him and having to make small talk.

The old wood board floor cracks under your shoes, filling the awkward silence that creates a barrier between the both of you. You stop in front of some type of wardrobe with glass door, pointing inside with your flashlight to get a look at what’s inside.

Steve keeps his distance, seemingly looking at the rest of the furniture in the room. “Someone sure liked bugs.” His face is scrunched when you turn to see, light pointed at a few glass jars with dead bugs inside it.

Your stomach turns at the sight, displeased but acknowledging hum ripping through your throat.

A small smile forms on his lips, “Scared?” He wiggles one of the jars, though the way he keeps it away from his body tells you he’s terrified.

In another occasion you think you would’ve made fun of him, teasing him relentlessly for being scared of dead bugs inside a jar.

“No, just gross.” You settle for answering, shrugging your shoulders without much emotion.

“Right.” He sighs, setting the jar down slowly before brushing his hands against his jeans. He stands a bit awkwardly, even more clueless than you about what to look for.

Your head aches all around, pressuring your eyes and temples.

You hear Steve hum to himself, a slight bored look as he seems to do it almost without noticing. He flicks the ruffles on a curtain with his fingers, immediately regretting it as dust spreads in the air and right on his fingers. You find yourself stifling a smile against your palm, realizing now you might have missed his antics a bit too much.

Palming his pocket, Steve pulls out a pack of gum that you know he carries around with him. You watch him awkwardly play with it after fishing one out for himself, taking a step towards you in false confidence after a second.

“Want some?” His arm reaches out to signal for you to take one, not leaving you much option but to accept it. Not that you could get yourself to anyway.

“Sure.” You reach to grab it, cursing when your fingers hit the it with too much force and it tumbles out of his hold.

Both of you bend to pick it up at the same time, but you’re the one who regrets it immediately. You don’t know if it’s because of the way his fingers graze yours or because of the hot liquid that starts running down your nose.

You flinch away immediately, head knocking against his forehead with force and making you stumble back with a pained groan.

“Fuck- i’m sorry!” He exclaims, a groan escaping his lips too as he reaches to touch his forehead with his fingers.

The hit makes your headache even stronger, eyes closed in attempt to make it go away. Although you’ve know for a while that it won’t. That’s also been going on for a few weeks, paired with nightmares that leave you sweaty and terrified to ever sleep again. It feels impossible to ever have a good dream again, not when your living life feels like a nightmare itself.

“Are you okay?” Steve’s panicked voice reaches your ears over the high stinging noise of your own head, eyes trying to get a good look at your face that you’ve turned away from him.

“‘M fine.” You try to dismiss, lifting a hand that helps nothing with keeping him away.

“Hey, don’t do that.” You know he means pulling away, grabbing you by the arm and gently pulling you to face him when you don’t necessarily go against it. “You’re bleeding.”

You’re reminded by why exactly you stood up so fast, and as if on cue the blood running from your nose touches your lips. He looks alarmed at the sight, eyes wide with worry and hands around your biceps with the most featherlight touch — you almost think you might be imagining him touching you.

“Here-“ Steve moves without thinking, stretching the fabric of his shirt sleeve so it covers his whole hand and bringing it to your nose.

His shirt will probably be stained forever, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it the least, cleaning the area around your nose like it’s his second nature to be attentive. He taps your skin with care, covered thumb brushing your lips to wipe the blood and lingering for a second too long.

Your hand rests on his arm as if it’s a natural instinct, watching the way his throat bobs when he accidentally pulls your lips open with a rather clumsy wipe and you grip his shirt lightly. “Sorry…” He mumbles, not needing to speak at a proper tone when standing so close, “for that and for hurting you.”

“Hurting me?” You throw him a confused look.

“Dunno if you remember but i hit you so hard your nose started bleeding just a second ago.” He tries to tease, smile tugging at his lips.

“I hit you.” You reason, huffing at the way he’s so sweet about it. Ready to take the blame when it’s not supposed to be his. “And-“ It was already bleeding before i hit you, is what you wish but step back from saying.

You don’t want him to think this is just like other people, the ones who get headaches and nosebleeds and visions and then get cursed and bones snapped to death. You can’t possibly be going through that — can’t believe you’re going through that.

“And it’s fine, anyway.” You settle for saying, brushing the possibilities off.

Steve hums, brows pulled into a frown that tells you he doesn’t necessarily believe you. But he doesn’t pressure you and you feel guilty for making him feel like he can’t do it just a little, like a best friend would out of worry. You’re quite sure all the pushing away and closing yourself off from him have taken a tool on making him think he can’t ask you about things.

You become too aware of how close he’s standing to you and how he takes in your features with soft eyes like he hasn’t been able to take a look at you in ages. Subconsciously, you tug his arm away and look at your feet.

He’s hit with how intimate the moment might have looked, arm dropping to his side as his mouth moves exasperatedly trying to find the right words. “I wasn’t trying anything, i swear.”

You know he wasn’t, Steve would never. Not after you told him not to, that’s not who he is. You just couldn’t handle it.

The gears in your head move as you try to keep yourself together, “Let’s just keep looking, Steve. Please.” You practically begging, eyes looking at his face for once.

“Of course.” He relents easily.

You’re taking steps away from his as soon as the words leave his mouth, flashlight on again as you suddenly find the celling so interesting. A simple excuse to have you look up and stop the tears from fully forming and falling down your face. Because why would you even cry?

The background noise of Steve’s presence suddenly disappears, you’re too embarrassed to look back and make sure he’s there.

The same shiver from earlier leads its way up your spine and forms a cold sweat. A clock ticks from the corner of the room, making your turn towards it with a gasp. That wasn’t there before.

And Steve, who was there just a moment ago, isn’t anymore. A panicked whimper pulls through your mouth, heart beating so hard against your ribcage you think it might crack a rib.

Cracking bones. You can already see it. Your own body getting the future it’s destined to have.

A hand finds your shoulder with a shake, pulling you out of what you can’t call a daze — because it feels more like a living nightmare. Steve calls your name, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You breathe in with force, ignoring the sweat that’s starting to drip down your back. “Yeah, i’m good.”

It gets harder to lie by the minute. You pretend to observe the empty corner of wall that just had a clock stuck in it.

He sighs from his spot behind you, “You can speak to me. You know that, right? Because i’m your friend, i want to be your friend.” He tries, as if he’s been holding back from speaking the whole time, “And i worry, so much it hurts. I’m sorry that i acted so impulsively before — but i’m not sorry for feeling it.” Not sorry for loving you.

“I know i can.” You nod, “I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to make it weird, there’s just so much going on.” But you leave out everything else.

Steve waits for you to say something else, but it doesn’t come. You do your best at throwing him a warm smile, “This place just creeps me out, that’s all.”

He agrees, “That’s putting it lightly.”

You bounce slightly on your feet, not sure on what to say. It’s turned into this when you’re around him, awkward conversations and things left unsaid.

“C’mon, we should get some ice for your nose. I’m sure they’ve done enough searching for today.” He motions for the door with his head.

“Yep.” You walk ahead, once again ahead of him. It would make it harder to have his arm around your shoulder like it once was normal.

The imminent future makes it impossible to think of it as enjoyable. Him loving you means getting left without you, because your headache is stronger than ever, your nosebleeds are more intense and you think you’ve just had what all the victims had before they died — a vision.

Steve watches you refuse to walk beside him, finger coming to touch the spot on his shirt that’s stained with your blood.

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It happens fast, too fast. One moment you’re with your friends, setting up a trap with Robin while Steve and Dustin bicker on the back about something you’re too tired to pick up on. The next, just as you reach down to pick up a tool, everything feels darker.

They all look at you wrong. Even Dustin, who’s ever so sweet to you, has his eyes set on you with an uncharacteristic angry expression.

At first you believe it, as if your mind has been telling you to wait for the moment they all call you out for your bullshit. Warning you that they have every reason to turn against you.

When Steve speaks you think your heart might beat out of your chest, harsh words slicing you like a knife against your back. Yet his voice doesn’t seem his, a rough undertone and malice that isn’t Steve’s — not even when he’s mad.

You feel stupid once you realize what’s happening, recognizing the cloudy sky that erupts with red thunder that Max has told you about. So you run ignoring the calls from your friends, because you know they aren’t real.

The day that you’ve known was coming is finally here, the dread on your stomach turning into the drop of it at the knowledge of what’s going to happen next. And the worst part is that it’s only now that you feel guilty for not telling anyone. About the headaches, about the nosebleed, about the nightmares.

A droplet of sweat makes it’s way down your forehead as you move as fast as your feet allow you to, thinking about how confused everyone probably is. Because how could they have known?

You hate the choice you made of not allowing yourself to process it. You wish you would’ve told your friends how much they matter to you, how it’s not their fault that you feel miserable. You think about telling Steve that you were just so scared of exactly the situation what you’ve come to be in that you couldn’t allow yourself to love him at your fullest.

It’s not like you know why you didn’t tell them. Was it because you were scared? Or was it really just knowledge of what you were designed to go through?

The anxiety building in your chest makes it harder to breathe, slowing you down in the process.

You feel helpless and alone, trapped in a part of your mind with your worst nightmares. A vine wraps around your ankle and yanks you with force to the ground, elbows erupting with pain as soon as you hit it.

But it doesn’t compare to what you feel once you spot him, the creature that you’ve all been looking for a long time but that you wish was nowhere in sight now.

You claw at the death grip of the vines around your ankles, clumsily making an effort to regain your blood circulation as a sob escapes your mouth. Tears fall down your eyes and across your cheeks at the sight of them not budging.

He calls your name, to which you shake your head with a shaky breath and try your hardest to ignore. Even when you feel yourself slide through the ground as the vines pull you towards him.

You can’t run from what’s been planned for you. It sounds through your head like a reminder, leaving a ringing on your ears.

The last thing you want to do now is give up, not without getting to tell everyone everything you want to say. You refuse to leave like this.

And it’s like some force seems to hear you, a familiar melody sweeping through somewhere around you. It’s your favorite song, the one you’ve heard countless times on your walkman and that you take the liberty to turn up the sound of the radio when in Steve’s car.

It brings a warm feeling in contrast to the cold that surrounds you.

Distracted, the grip on your leg loosens. With a swift movement, you slide the vines off of you and scramble to your feet. This time it feels freeing when you run, towards the sound and the image of your friends.

They’re right there, so close. You can see them looking up at your floating figure, voices panicked as they call for you.

So you fight against your sore ankles until they reach their limit and you’re falling again, but this time you have arms around you as you reach the ground.

You’re breathing heavily when you come back to reality, frantically looking around to make sure you made it. Steve has his arms secured around you as he situates you between his legs with his chest pressed to your back, his voice cracking once he says your name.

“You’re okay— i’ve got you. It’s okay, baby. I promise.” His mouth is close to your ear as he speaks, reassuring you over his own worries. “I’m right here, not letting you go anywhere.”

A sob bubbles out of your throat and you grip onto the arms around you, probably a bit too tight — to which he doesn’t complain. Your chest heaves with struggle to breathe, tears clouding your vision as they fall down your face.

You feel him press a hand to your chest, “Can you take deep breaths for me?” The touch grounds you as you nod in agreement. “Come on. There you go, honey.”

His heart beats at an erratic pace against your back, you can tell he’s trying his hardest to be calm for you. “Steve.” Your voice is hoarse, fingers shakily grabbing his that are still pressed to your chest.

“Yes, ‘m right here.” His voice breaks mid sentence, tone desperate.

“I’m sorry.” You manage to say, breathing starting to feel like an easier task.

“No don’t say that,” You can picture him shaking his head even without seeing him. “Look at me.” Steve turns you in his arms, never letting go of you.

“This is not your fault, okay?” He’s cupping your face with gentle hands, eyes red and teary as his lips turn into the saddest pout you’ve seen. It almost gets you to smile.

He brushes your tears away, “Does anything hurt? Tell me, baby.” Eyes inspect at your face.

You shake your head with a sniff, wincing slightly as the cold wind hits your arms. “No.”

“Here.” He’s quick to take off his jacket, draping it around your shoulder and helping the sleeves into your arms. “All good.” His smile is forced but a good way of lightening the mood.

Not satisfied yet, Steve pulls you into his arms once again for a proper hug now. He ignores then way your knee pushes into his thigh a bit too hard, pressing you as close as possible with his nose buried in your hair. You slump your weight onto him, hands sprawled on his back as you press an impulsive but small kiss to his neck.

He sighs, “Oh my god.” The whisper comes out before he can stop it, more to himself than anything else as he finally relaxes. As if still in disbelief of the whole situation that just hit him like a truck.

You stay in his arms for a moment longer, only letting go when Robin and Dustin come back from filling the others in through the walkie.

“Thank god you’re okay.” Robin smiles with worry all over her face, pulling you into a bear hug that Dustin joins into. She drapes an arm over your shoulders as you walk to the car, sharing the worry of leaving you alone.

Steve stops you before you get on the backseat, hand to your bicep protectively. “Stay at my house?” You don’t have it in you to deny.

“We’re going too.” Dustin quips as if it’s a given.

For once, Steve doesn’t answer with a remark.

He helps you in even when you protest, pulling your seatbelt on. For the whole ride there your head rests on Robin’s shoulder, sharing occasional glances with Steve as he looks at you through the rear view mirror.

Once you arrive at his house, it’s not long before the others show up. They elaborate plans, ones that you feel too exhausted to pay attention to but try your hardest to. You notice the way they keep a close eye on you, not letting you be alone in any occasion.

And as they settle on his living room, Steve grants you some privacy as he pulls you into his bedroom. The offer of a shower is something you can’t deny, fresh clothes that belong to him awaiting for you after.

You leave the bathroom with your hair still wet, dripping on his shirt on your torso. He’s right there, laying out blankets on the floor beside the bed.

“Hey, do you feel better?” He’s worried and looking at you with wide eyes.

You shrug, “Shower felt good.”

Steve nods, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I hope it’s okay that i sleep here— i don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone.” He shifts awkwardly as he speaks.

“It’s okay.” You smile, slightly endeared.

It’s not that you think you’re going to get much sleep. But being alone right now is the last thing you want. You’re not even sure if you’re out of the woods yet.

Settling inside the covers of his bed, you hear him sit on the floor against the bed over the blankets. You don’t think he intends to sleep at all.

You try to sleep, you really do. But the fact that he’s right there after months of not allowing yourself to be close to him is killing you. So you move without thinking, finding yourself taking a seat beside him without saying a word.

He doesn’t budge, contemplating.

“I love you.” Steve cuts through the silence, frowning as if it pains him to.

Air gets caught in your throat, “What?”

“You told me i just needed someone. Maybe i do. But that someone is you, and i’m more sure of it now than ever.” Guilt forms in your stomach at your harsh words from before. He remembers. Word by word.

“You don’t love me, Steve.” You start with a shake of your head. “Not that way. Because it would never work.”

“Why not?” He exasperates sadly.

You don’t answer, turning your head away once you feel the tears build up.

“Stop doing that.” He’s gentle even when frustrated. “Why do you do it? You tell me you don’t want it yet i see the way it hurts you to say it.” A hand slips to your cheek, angling towards him.

“Because— you have this idea. Your whole suburban dream. I can’t give you that, it’s not me.” You brush your eye with frustration.

He gulps the lump in his throat away, “Don’t you get it? I want whatever you want. Whatever you want. I will do it. Because it wouldn’t make sense otherwise, not to me. I would do anything you want me to do, sweetheart.”

You feel tired of hiding it, the need you feel to have something with him. Tired of pretending you don’t want it as if something is holding you back from it. Your own mind, your own insecurities, your own doing.

So you don’t stop yourself this time. Your lips press to his in a long waited kiss, fingers grabbing his shirt by the chest. Steve hums in surprise but doesn’t pull away, hands coming to hold your face in a ghost gentle touch.

His heart beats fast against your hand, his nose bumping against yours when you smile against his lips.

“I love you, Steve.” You allow yourself to say.

“I know.” He references, smug smile full of affection. His face is still leaning towards yours, giving you a good look at his shiny eyes.

There’s no doubt he does too.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, “For the things i said. And for pulling away.”

“Don’t be.” He reassures. “Didn’t deserve to have you just— whenever i wanted to. I shouldn’t have expected you to just take it. I needed you to know for sure that i love you. And if that meant i had to fight and wait, i’d do it. I did. I’d do it again. I love you.”

Steve’s thumb brushes against the pulse on your neck, leaving you space to lean against him.

“You’re still my best friend.” You mumble, head slumping on his shoulder.

“Don’t want it any other way.” A kiss to your head, then a pause. “We’re gonna get through this. You’re gonna be okay.”

You believe him through the doubt, humming against his collarbone.

“Sleep. I’m right here, baby.” The smooch he presses on your forehead is comforting, his hands pulling you down to lay against the blankets.

You fall asleep with your ear pressed to his chest, hand laying on his stomach as he hugs you close.

Steve doesn’t sleep, eyes wide through the whole night as you rest against him.

[andvys]

oh my god :(((( he is so sweet 😭 this was so beautiful