#munson reader

[bowielovesyou]

CONFUSION

Steve Harrington x Munson reader,

from this request! @neralovestowrite

Hope you enjoy! i hope it lives up too you're expectations. I may have spelt quaff wrong idk. And yesterday when I said ill upload tonight, I meant tomorrow evening😔. bon appétit!

y/n never interacted with the Maine group. She didn’t go into the “upside-down.” She hasn’t fought off a Demogorgon; all she knew from last year was that they had helped her brother before he died. Eddie had told her to trust them. But now he was gone, and the hellfire club was officially a satanist cult, well, deemed by the basketball team. She was alone.

The only thing she had going for her was a job as a mechanic. Which led her to the radio station on the edge of town. Her skills only brought her so far in the tech side of the station, but the van seemed to run into all sorts of problems.

She had been called in this morning to fix something minor in the booth, something they assured her was within her ability. The ride over was quiet, her hair slightly tousled and tangled from the wind. Her heartbeat was hard against her ribcage. The thought of being in the same room as Steve “the hair” Harrington scared the girl. It might be cliché. She liked the popular guy, so be it.

Despite her knowing the boy didn’t like her back. Every time their hands grazed, or he stood a little too close behind, gave her hope. She knew he liked Buckley. She is pretty, nice, funny, and not hated by the majority of the town. Heck, if she had to pick a girl, it would be Robin. And it would seem Steve had the same idea.

The way they interact didn’t go over the girls' heads. There are constant knowing looks in group conversations they way they flow so easily. The boy would take his eyes off Robin, and it pained the girl that they were the only people in Hawkins who hired her, so she had to be stuck with them for hours on end.

-

y/n sat in one of the chairs in the booth in the middle of the Wsqk. Her hands were working with wavering confidence. Her selective hearing wasn’t quite working today. Her ears pick up on the two chatting behind her. Their conversation started about the schedule, but it now moved to snide giggles and whispering voices. She could feel their eyes on the back of her head.

To her, they were definitely talking shit about her. They didn’t want her here she’s the town freak whose brother murdered a girl them killed himself. She almost feels guilty about her crush on Steve, the thought of him ever liking her back never crossed the girl's mind. It weighed down on her made her shy away from them both.

-

y/n headed for the door, her job done sufficiently she was now doomed to go back to a shitty trailer and make dinner for her and her uncle Maby even wallow in self-pity a bit if she was lucky. The sound of footsteps followed her out to her car. She turned to face Steve jogging to catch up with her. His hair is bouncing in a ridiculously perfect qwaff. His cheeks were red from the cold chill caused by the change in seasons. He stopped in front of the girl.

“y/n one sec not to hold you back you’ve probably got lots to do but um… I was wondering if I could…um, take you out. Obviously not today, but maybe on the weekend or something.” Steve scratched the back of his neck, a small smile covering his face. y/ns heart stopped. Her mouth fell open, and despite her body yelling at her mothing came out of her mouth. Till she looked through the window of the Wsqk caching a glimpse of a smirking robin. Her heart stomach dropped

“I can't believe you, Steve! Really!?” she raised he voice

Turning to open the door of her car. Steve's face morphed in confusion, his shook his head eyebrows creasing. He took a step forward.

“What?” something in his tone almost made the girl turn around almost convinced that the girl this was some twisted joke. That maybe he actually did want to take her out, but she couldn’t make herself believe it. She opens the car door, standing behind it, and she now faces Steve.

“Just leave me alone. Likely story, King Steve wants to go out with a Munson, ha-ha, you two are so funny.” She nodded her head to the window of the Wsqk where robin stand, making Steve turn and huff. As the boy turns the car door slams shut, and the girl drives off. Steve's posture slumps. He stands still contemplating his actions. What did he say wrong? Did he offend you? Did he make you uncomfortable? He stood outside with his eyes closed for a second before turning and walking back inside to be bombarded by questions from Robin.

-

When Y/n got a call this morning and she herd robins voice, she almost hung up, but with some convincing, she was on her way to the station. Robin said she wanted to talk. Y/n wasn’t sure if Steve was going to be there. She hoped he wouldn’t be.

Y/n and Robin sat next to each other on the sofas in the Wsqk Robins’ hands fiddled nervously, and one of her legs bounced up and down in a repetitive pattern. Y/n kept glancing at the girl with slight worry. What Robin wanted to talk about was causing her great stress. She might not particularly love the girl, but seeing someone in distress doesn’t please anyone. She reached out and put her hand over Robin's. The girl's gaze shot up to look at the girl to be met with one of worry. The way Robin looked at the girl made her realise this had nothing to do with Steve. Robin's eyes were filled with nothing but worry and panic.

“I know we don’t know each other particularly well, but I don’t want you to blame Steve. Ok, I just… It's me, not him, trust me.” Robin turns her hand over to hold y/ns. y/n frowns in confusion. She tries to keep eye contact with robin but the girl keeps glancing at the floor or the wall behind her.

“What is it robin. I want to tell anyone, trust me, I don’t have anyone to tell.” y/n laughed a bit causing a small smile to spread on Buckleys face. She shuffles more to face the girl.

“I um… im… It's hard to say.” Robin stutters. y/n tightens her grip on Robin's hand squeezing twice in a signal of support. Roin smiles at the girl and takes a deep breath.

“I like girls.” The room is silent. Robin quickly shies away, pulling her hand away from the hold, but is stopped when y/n grabs it back. Robin looks up to the girl to see her smiling back at her. y/n wraps her arms around robin pulling her into a hug. The girl tenses then relaxed into the hug, slowly bringing herself to hug back.

“Thank you for telling me,” Y/n whispers into Robin’s ear. Robin squeezed the girl twice in a way of reply. The girls sat on the sofa for more than ten minutes in a hug that both needed.

They broke apart at the sound of the door squeaking open. Steve stopped as he saw the girls through the tiny window on the door. He pivoted and walked back out toward his car, fumbling with keys in an attempt to escape. y/n ran out through the doors to catch up with the boy. It was all clicking now they weren't talking shit robin was helping Steve.

“Steve please stop.” The girl yelled from the front of the Wsqk. Steve turned to look at the girl, his eyebrows drawn in alarm, covering his face.

Robin told me… she… yes ill go out with you. Sorry, I was a dick. I just assumed that. Im sorry.” She walked slowly towards Steve her words not coming out steadily and overlapping each other. Steve stood frozen. His head is aching. He tucked his keys back into his pocket and walked towards you at the same speed.

“im sorry. I don’t know why I just assumed you would say yes; it's not like we have given you a good reason to believe I like you. You know it's hard to shake bad habits from school.” He chuckles slightly, making y/n grin. He stands in front of her, both stilling as he brings up his hands and takes hers in his.

“I like you, y/n, I really do. You're not weird, you’re not a freak. Your ravishing, endearing, your scarily loyal to Dustin event Tho he’s being an ass, but your brother told you to look after him, and you won’t let his word die.” Steve's eyes feel like they are going through her, seeing her at her core.

“Oh, using big words now?” The girl snots as she blinks away tears.

“Shut up.” He grins back. “You are truly a diamond in the rough. And any guy would be lucky to even look at you. And I’m hoping you'd let me be that.” y/n smiles up at Steve his expression alike of a puppy.

“Yes, Steve, I already said it earlier, I will go out with you.” She giggles a bit, he does too and brings the girl up to hug. She drapes her arms around his nek weaving her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. Steve's hands were wrapping around the girl's back, his thumbs stroking her sides.

“woooooo!” Robin busts through the door, hollering at the pair. “Took you long enough!”

Bella - I hope the coming-out scene wasn't too bad. I've never properly come out to someone so it was a little hard to write, but i hope you enjoyed ty for reading!

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Date Night

Summary: Steve picks up the reader from cheer practice and makes sure they have a break from exam prep to have movie night with him. When the reader starts sewing a new patch onto their brother, Eddie’s, jacket Steve gets pouty over having to share their attention.

warnings:none

word count:2203

A/N: YN and Eddie are siblings because i said so. I just know that Steve is the poutiest mf on the planet. Also this is pure fluff because thats what i needed

Today marked a record as the fastest Steve has ever finished his closing jobs, which left Robin more than a little shocked. It was a random Tuesday evening but Steve was packing up as if he had an audience with the queen. As much as Robin was curious she didn't ask, why would you look a gift horse in the mouth? After he finished with his last chore of the night Steve checked out a seemingly random movie, the Aristocats. Whatever Steve's weird sometimes. Maybe he's babysitting Dustin or something.

Steve was not, in fact, extremely excited to hang out with Dustin that evening. He was rushing to pick up his girlfriend Y/N from her cheer practice so they could finally enjoy movie night. Between interdimensional serial killers, going on the run and finals organising movie night had been a little tricky, to say the least. So Steve organised a surprise movie night for them. He had her favourite snacks, their favourite Disney movie from her childhood and a brand new pair of fluffy socks and pyjama shorts sitting by their favourite of his hoodies ready to go. His parents were away on a business trip, again, and he’d piled his living room with every blanket he could find. She was going to take a break from everything tonight. From school, from babysitting and from being in immediate danger.

Thanks to his rushing Steve had pulled up to Hawkins High five whole minutes before the cheerleader got out of practice. This meant he had time to fix his hair and go over the game plan one last time before he saw the first green uniforms leaving the building. 

Because they stopped to shower after practice Y/N was naturally the last one out. When they did walk out to the car park and looked for Eddies signature van so she could finally relax, she couldn't see the van anywhere. “Jesus Christ Eddie” they muttered ready to kill her unorganised host brother. They went about plotting Eddies murder and the disposal of his body up until they saw a familiar car with her boyfriend's signature hairdo.

Even the sight of him from across the car park catching up with a couple of cheerleaders he used to know made Y/N’s shoulder drop from where they had been tensed and a small smile appeared on her face. Steve had always had that effect, even a second of eye contact felt as warm as a hug and felt like home. When she started to make her way over to him he finally noticed them and returned the eye contact. He reacted much the same way Y/N had, so much so that the cheerleaders he was talking to turned around to see what had got his attention. 

“What are you doing here Harrington? Eddie call in a favour?” Y/N called out as they approached with her hands tucked into the pockets of their (his) jacket. Steve pushed up off the car he was leaning on and met her halfway before gently placing his hands on their waist.

“Can't I just pick up my girlfriend?” He smiled down at her. They hummed up at him before replying to Steve in a teasing tone.

“I don't know, can you? You sure Munson didn't put you up to this so he could spend an evening with the band?” Steve chuckled before placing a gentle kiss on his girlfriend's forehead.

“Nope.” he popped the p, “ I asked Eddie to find something else to do tonight.”

“And why would you do that?” there was a slight pause before Steve's grip on their waist tightened and he throw her over his shoulder and walked to his car. Y/N kicking and punching with no real fight behind it and giggling away.

“Maybe I wanted to kidnap someone for an overdue movie night.” he laughed at their antics and the mixture of disgusted and amused looks from the other cheerleaders.

“Steve put me down. You don't need to kidnap me for movie night.” Y/N argued through laughter when she caught sight of the other girls' reactions. Steve paused as if in thought for a second considering how he wanted to play this.

“I’ll put you down” He paused for dramatic effect, “if you can pay the toll” Y/N scoffed in question and Steve took that as a cue to continue. “Mmmhmm, one kiss.”

“Well, that seems like a pretty reasonable price to me” With that, he sets the girl down and wraps her in a tight hug before she can make any move to “pay up” ad they stand like that for a while just appreciating not being in immediate danger. After a few minutes, Y/N reached up and kissed him.

“Let's get going.” he says as he holds open the passenger side door for her to climb through, before walking over to his side and starting the car. When the engine roared to life the stereo starts playing public radio before Steve inserts ABBA’s Super Trouper album (one of Y/N's two favourite albums of all time). Not only was this a nice gesture for Y/N, who was already singing along to the first song with a silly smile on their face, but it was for Steve. He got to sit back and enjoy her singing and matching choreography, and most importantly a rare carefree smile. When the second chorus rolls around Steve decides to take up the role of “backup singer and ultimate confidence booster” and sing the “sup-p-per troup-p-per” line with his whole chest. Making Y/N laugh at his expense before continuing the next line.

“But I won't feel blue” 

“(sup-p-per troup-p-per)”

“Like I always do “

“(sup-p-per troup-p-per)”

“'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you” at this point Y/N had turned in their seat to stare directly at Steve and sing the lyrics with her heart. The look displayed on their face leaves no room to doubt that they mean every syllable of these lyrics, a look that she keeps up for the next few lines.

“The sight of you will prove to me I'm still alive and when you take me in your arms and hold me tight I know it's gonna mean so much tonight” after those lines were sung Y/N turned back towards the road and the two sang along to the rest of the song like two young idiots in love should. Always was good until the next song of the album came on forcing Steve to move to pause the cassette faster than he had moved in a while.

“Why’d you do that??” Y/N whined, “that's one of my favourite songs ever”

“Because you are the most dramatic person I have ever met” She scoffed in disbelief as if this statement wasn't factually true. “Meaning you are physically incapable of getting so into this song that you start crying as if I have actually broke your heart. Which I have not.” Steve paused for a second before adding “ and don’t plan to.”

“Fine then, what song do you suggest listening to” all offence about skipping The Winner Takes It All is forgotten due to his sweet words. Without a word, Steve ejects the cassette and switches it to side 2, track 4. “How did I know you’d pick this one loverboy?” Y/N adds sarcastically before beginning to sing along with him to Lay All Your Love On Me.

The last few minutes of the drive to Steve's house were filled with slightly off-time singing and laughter until they pulled up to an empty house. It wasn't a shock to find the Harrington residence deserted, lord knows they went on trips for months at a time, but it still hurt Y/N to see. It only served as a reminder of the complete emotional neglect and emptiness Steve has had to suffer through his whole life. At least he had to suffer through before he became the begrudging babysitter and father figure of your little group. Which was the closest he was getting to six little nuggets anytime soon.

By the time Y/N had gathered all of her things and reached for the handle to the car door, Steve had already opened it for them. A habit he insisted on doing every time they were in his car, which considering she couldn't drive was pretty often. As much as Y/N insisted that it wasn't necessary his instance on sticking to the small act of service never failed to warm her heart and bring a smile to their face.

The two walked in and got changed into their comfy clothes, Steve appreciated the fact that she was wearing his shirt the domesticity of having her around his house like this never ceased to warm his heart. In his opinion her presence didn't just bring warmth to his face but also to the room itself, he couldn't help but imagine that this was their small apartment or, further down the line, house with a kid or two running around. They settled and put the movie on when Y/N pulled out a familiar denim vest and started stitching up a rip that had appeared.

Now as much as Steve craved domesticity he was also a jealous person by nature. While he would never take his jealousy out on Y/N he did feel a little surge of it when he realised she was using her downtime to stitch up his denim jacket. He knew that Munson was in a committed relationship and his relationship with Y/N was more platonic than Steve and Robin, but it didn't help. Steve craved her attention and this was taking it.

No matter how much Steve craved attention at the moment he wasn't going to say it directly, he didn't want to come off clingy. So he came began trying to steal her attention back in what he deemed was a subtle manner. He was wrong, he was anything but subtle.

Plan A was to scoot closer to her and lay his head in her lap complaining about how “pillows just weren't as comfortable” and he “just wanted to lie down comfortably”. Y/N shifted the jacket out of his way and continued stitching trying to get this done quickly so Eddie could have it back by the morning and they could enjoy the perfect movie night Steve had set up for them.

With Plan A failed Steve decided to up the ante a little and directly grabbed her hand and put it into his hair, which she immediately began to play with for a second before pulling away.

“Baby I've gotta get this done then I can give you my full attention, I promise.” they said going back to sewing, now working on adding Eddies newest master of puppets patch to his battle vest.

Steve whined before grabbing her hand again “ Munson can sew up his own jacket,” Steve argued “please” he finished with his face scrunched up in a pout. Jesus that face was hard to say no to, he had a shocking resemblance to a kicked puppy or a toddler whose lollipop had been taken directly from their mouth. Y/N took one look before giving in and setting the jacket to the side.

“You’re a child. You know that right?” they said while sighing a little and placing her hands back into his hair to twist it around and massage his scalp in soothing circular motions.

“I’m fine with that, “ he said a little too smug for someone accepting an insult.

Steve was right to be smug, the jacket remained where it was with a half-sewn patch for the rest of the night while they cuddled and watched the movie before Steve dropped them home somewhere around 2. He was all in favour of a sleepover but didn't have any of Y/N's school supplies or clothes so the idea was promptly vetoed.

Eddie woke up the next morning to see Y/N in the kitchen with an empty mug, which had presumably contained coffee. They were dressed for the day in a suspiciously oversized hoodie that he was sure they didn't own yesterday and a pair of loose jeans. It was far too early for makeup to be applied so Eddie got front row seats to witness under-eye bags while Y/N finished up sewing and waited for the eggs boiling on the stove to be finished cooking.

“Morning Eddie.” Y/N said in a rough morning voice “the toast's ready and eggs are near done and your jacket will take like four minutes max.” 

“ What did you and Harrington get up to last night? Because it definitely wasn't sleep” Eddie said while reaching for a slice of toast before pausing for a second. “ on second thought I don't wanna know. That's nasty” That comment made Y/N spit out some of their coffee back into their mug before punching Eddie in the shoulder.

“Nothing like that you dick we just watched a movie” Y/N screeched “ for that comment, you can watch the eggs and plate everything up while I do my makeup”