okay so . why do we never talk about the fact steve almost made bug a victim of vehicular manslaughter?? and why has bug let steve rest easy about this for so long ???
ur right and u should say even MORE about it !
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"robin, have i ever told you about the time that steve almost hit me with his car?"
"what?" she almost falls out of the breakroom chair in her haste to get closer to you. "im sorry, but can you please elaborate?"
"i was on my bike. steve was in his car. almost hit me. i fell into a ditch," you prop your feet up onto the table, leaning back as if you arent telling robin insane details. "skinned my knee. it hurt."
"what?"
robin screeches so loud that steve hears her from the register. he shoves the divider open and pokes his head through. "hey, can you guys keep it down? im trying to work here."
"you almost hit y/n with your car?" robin screams, crowding his face in utter astonishment.
you smile wickedly at the chaos youve created.
steve blanches. "i did not! shes lying!"
"how do you lie about almost getting run over by a bozo who wears too much hairspray?"
"hey!"
"why would you commit vehicular manslaughter on y/n? its already a goddamn miracle she likes you in the first place!"
"angel, what did you tell her?" steve turns to you now, tilting his head back in defeat. "c'mon, you know id never hurt a hair on that pretty head of yours."
you hum at him. "funny, considering i ended up in a ditch because of you."
"you were crying!"
robin frowns. "that doesnt really help your case here."
"no, okay," steve points a finger at her. "y/n, as wonderful as she is, is a goddamn liar. she almost hit me with her bike that day! she'd been crying and didnt see my car and i was the one who saved her!"
"were you the reason she was crying?"
"no," you answer robins question. "but he was an asshole to me later."
"i literally helped you out of the ditch!"
"sure, but then you broke my best friends camera afterwards."
"those arent at all correlated."
"no," you smile wide at him. "but i enjoy riling you up."
robin gags, reminding you both of her presence. "okay, this is bordering too close to flirting now. harrington, get back to work, and henderson, can you please find someone better to charm?"
"what, like you?"
steve snorts at robins flushed face. "you get used to it, buckley."
she doesnt say anything and he figures he should get back to work, anyways. however, steve doesnt leave without a final warning look to you. "youre gonna kill me one day."
you giggle, blow him a kiss that he catches, and everything is warm and lovely.
making grabby hands and kicking my feet like a baby in a high chair at dinner time for more cute steve and bug blurbs im STILL thinking about the dream blurb 😔 i need more please bbg 😔😔😔🤞
because im feelin nice i will feed yall and i wanna elaborate more on why i consider steve bugs twin flame rather than her soulmate <333 (i actually have two angsty blurbs lined up sol this is to compensate for later)
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"did you just steal a brownie?"
steve stares at you, eyes wide, with crumbs all over his face. "no, why would you think that?"
you set the rack of brownies down and glare at the teen. you know hes lying, he knows you know hes lying, and dustin is a witness to it all. looking at your brother, you cross your arms and inhale deeply. "dustin, did steve take a brownie?"
"im not a part of this."
steve lifts his fist for a fist bump, which he accepts with a slight smirk on his face. seeing this, your annoyance only grows. youve spent all day baking brownies for mikes birthday, and you invited steve over to help since hes grown to like baking with you. however, for the last hour now youve been smacking his grubby fucking hands away from the first batch of brownies that were left to cool on the counter.
"steve," you exhale now, close your eyes and count to ten in your head. youre overheating, the kitchen is unbearably hot in the april spring, and your head pounds as it begs for water. trying desperately to cling onto your sanity, you open your eyes and look at the teen. "this is your last chance before i get violent."
dustins smirk quickly slides off his face at your words. he knows you mean them, he knows youll throw a spatula at the boys any second, yet in his panicked scramble to flee the kitchen, dustin notices that steve doesnt even flinch.
"violent, huh?"
your eyes darken and your hand slowly moves toward the spatula that rests against the counter top. dustin sucks in a breath, now out of spatula range, and watches with amazement as steve remains unphased. "you heard me, harrington."
steve notices the spatula now in your hand, and to dustins horror, he chuckles. "oh, like thats gonna hurt me, angel."
"did. you. steal. a. brownie?" you sneer at him, spatula raised and ready to throw.
"i. did. not." steve lies right through his teeth.
"you fucking liar!" a spatula flies through the air and dustin ducks as it collides against steves chest. "you know ive been working all day on them, youre supposed to ask me before taking anything that i bake!"
and there it is, the explosion that dustin had feared. he winces, youre terrifying when you shout, and yet steve only smiles.
"hey, i helped bake them. dont forget that."
dustin swears he sees your eye twitch. "im sorry?"
"apology accepted!" steve jumps over the counter and scoops you into his arms before you or dustin can even blink. he twirls you around, tickles your side as he spins you, and helplessly all you can do is giggle at his menacing attack. "oh, you dont sound so angry now, y/n!"
"s-stop!" youre breathless, and yet still you laugh as steve continues to dance you around the kitchen and tickle your neck with the side of his nose as he buries his face into your hair. you can feel him smile against your neck, and your heart skips a beat.
however, the fucker stole one of mikes brownies.
you shove against steves chest and free yourself from his grasp. you point a finger at him, stern despite your breathlessness from giggling. "no, im still mad at you!"
"im sorry, angel. i really am." steve grabs the finger aimed at his chest and draws you in yet again. he kisses the finger, soft and sweet, and you melt. the anger is gone, all thats left are your flushed cheeks. "i'll make it up to you, i promise."
dustin finds himself fascinated by this dance between the two of you.
it takes only a second before you accept his apology, which shocks dustin. if it were anyone else, youd hold this over their head all day, yet for steve your forgeivness seems to come naturally. "fine, but im making you crack all the eggs this time. my hands smell."
steve smiles at your demand, he agrees to the conditions, and silently the two of you begin prepping for the next batch of brownies.
dustin stands in the kitchen, completely forgotten about now, and hes baffled by whats just happened. hes never seen someone able to simultaneously anger yet maulify you so quickly. if it had been jonathan, you wouldve shaken your head at him and teased him, maybe flick your spatula at him, but the annoyance wouldve simmered for the rest of the day despite the forgiveness. there wouldve been no theatrical yelling, no ignited eyes and flushed cheeks.
but with steve, the anger diminishes with just a smile, a kiss to your finger. your cheeks are still red, your breathing is still slightly labored, and steve looks just as exhilarated as you do.
it strikes dustin, then, that hes never seen someone handle this side of you before.
its like steve knew how to push all the right buttons to get you to yell at him just so he could wrap you in his arms and make you laugh. distantly, dustin wonders if that had been steves plan all along; get you riled up just to leave you breathless with you in his arms to distract you from your exhaustion.
clearing his throat, dustin decides he should leave. youre whispering to steve softly now, more gigglings arising. "im going to my room, you guys are unbearable to be around."
"love you too!" both you and steve shout back at him, a practiced ease to it after doing this for months now.
dustin cant help but smile; his sister has met her match.
hey bbg <3 my bday is in two days … ****!steve ? 🥺
EVERYONE WISH VAL A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RN !!!!
for context: shes requesting a frat!steve au since ive been considering writing a full series around frat!steve and his slutty antics for a whiiiiile. for now, heres a lil blurb of the mans in a frat with a reader unrelated to my other works <3 this one is little steamy, no actual smut, but steve is a very handsy boy
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"i know youve been watching me all night," steve whispers against your ear, barely audible over the music that pulses within the house. his lips ghosts your skin, you can feel the smirk that always dawns his face.
"i dont know what youre talking about." you feign indifference, but your body betrays you as it shudders.
steves smirk grows, his teeth flash in the houses strobe lighting. he presses himself firmer behind you. your ass slots perfectly against his hips, and he has to bite back a groan when you arch your back just enough to graze against him. "fuck, youre pretty when you lie."
"its dark, you cant even see me."
"i can see enough." he nips at your neck now. the skin is tender, soft underneath his teeth. your breath catches. the alcohol in your system burns deeper than the marks steve leaves.
all night you had tried to resist steve harrington.
you had heard what everyone said about him. the frat brother every girl was warned about. you had heard about how he used girls, fucked them and then left them for dry. how despite how vile steve was, everyone couldnt help but like him anyways. the charm that steve harrington had was enough to leave girls wanting more, long after he left them.
it wasnt supposed to turn out this way, encased in his arms in a dark corner of the crowded frat house as he grinds against you. it was supposed to be a simple house party, one you attended just to say that you did.
then you had seen him across the room. steves hair was pushed back, his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat as he threw back a shot; his bicep had strained against the sleeve of his stupid polo shirt all the brothers had to wear. he had cheered when he was done, wiped his mouth in a grotesque way.
steve harrington was the embodiment of a frat boy. he was disgusting to watch. he was everything you hated.
but it had been his smile that drew you in, that stupid, genuine, boyish smile that didnt at all fit his smug face and asshole attire. his smile had been kind. warm, even. made his brown soften and your breath catch in your throat.
you took a shot to try and forget it.
one shot became two, then three, then somehow four.
steve took the fifth shot with you. the tequila spilled a little down his lip. he didnt bother to wipe it when he was done. his eyes had been on you.
his gaze had burned you, but you wanted to melt into it anyways.
"i dont sleep with frat guys." you gasp out, craning your neck so that steve has better access to it. hes frustratingly good with his lips, his tongue soothes the wounds his teeth leave.
he laughs into your skin. nips at your neck again, plays with a strip of skin just to hear you gasp again. you make the prettiest noises hes ever heard. "is that so?"
"i-i wont," a soft moan escapes your lips. it stutters out, you cant stop it as it builds. heat rushes from your cheeks down. your back arches again, you feel steves hands slide around your stomach. he holds you there, firm. hes hard. "i wont sleep with you."
"then dont sleep with me." steves hand trails up your chest as his nose remains buried in your neck. his motion is slow, the heat of his hand leaves a burning trail on your skin. he stops just below your breast, teasing. "i like where i have you right now."
to emphasize his point, steve presses himself against you and moans. the sound, his words, they only make you ache more. its addictive, the way his voice turns to honey and his hands turn to embers. he has you right where he wants you.
youre playing with fire.
someone will get burned in the end.
but you turn in steves arms and bring your lips to his anyways.
when ur in the mood to write a new blurb could we perhaps see steve’s thought process when deciding what to get bug for christmas? and how nervous he was to give it to her? pretty please? <3 ily
i looove having an excuse to write silly little pathetic steve thoughts <3
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"fuck!" blood drips from steves thumb and he quickly shoves it into his mouth to soothe it. this is the fifth time hes pricked his finger with the goddamn needle, and hes starting to wonder if any of this is a good idea in the first place.
steve wanted to get you something personal for christmas, your promise of waiting for him still ringing in his ears. it took him weeks to figure out how to even repay you for such a monumental promise.
all he could think to do was give you a piece of himself.
s.h., which is scrawled messily in steves handwriting, stares back at him as if to taunt him. the patch is small and he thought itd be simple enough to sew it into the cardigan he spent another few weeks agonizing over, but now hes beginning to doubt himself.
he doesnt know where exactly the line is between the two of you. theres something, he knows he feels something for you and that you feel something for him, but its fucking terrifying trying to decide where the line is. steve refuses to somehow lead you on how jonathan did to you, how nancy did to him.
steve wont hurt you. thats the one thing hes sure of.
now its christmas and he has a cardigan in his hands, one that was expensive and hard to find but worth every penny and second of his time, and hes giving you a piece of himself. that is, a piece of himself that he knows hes ready to give you.
the cardigan is something steve thought of almost immediately after he tore your old one. instinctively he knew, as he shred the poor piece of fabric to wrap around you wound, that he would get you a new one as soon as he could. it seemed obvious to him at the time.
sewing his initials into the cardigans sleeve, however, had been an idea he spent so long agonizing over. steve didnt want you to get the wrong idea that he owned you or something, or that he thought he had some weird claim to you after you promised to stay. steve wants to sew the initials in to show you that you already have him, more than anyone else has ever had him before.
hes given you pieces of himself no one else has ever seen before, not even nancy. if anything, steve wants to show you that you have a claim on him, you always have, if hes being honest.
now he really, really hopes that you like it.
that is, if steve can avoid spilling blood all over the damn sweater.
when dustin calls him the next day, christmas eve, demanding that he come over to save him from your baking chaos, steve felt like his heart was going to explode.
nervously he placed the cardigan in his car and drove to your house, his heart beating wildly the entire drive. he isnt sure how, but he somehow knows that the cardigan that sits innocently in his passenger seat will solidify something between the two of you; an extension of your promise to him.
then steve walks into your house and sees you covered in flour and your hair in a messy ponytail surrounded by wracks of baked goods, all of his worries fade away. youre incredibly endearing and steve is just happy to see you.
and when your eyes light up when he gives you the cardigan, steve knows hes made the right choice. when he sees the tears in your eyes after youve found the sewn in patch with his initials, steve feels it. the warmth hes come to associate only with you, a feeling hes slowly started to welcome rather than fear.
hes yours.
and its only a matter of time before hes ready to make you his.
hi honey <3 what was going on in steve’s head while bug was driving him home from the halloween party? :) mwah!
finally have some time to respond to this blurb because a LOT was going through that silly boys brain </3
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"i'll drive steve home." if steve had had anything to drink, those words wouldve sobered him up immediately.
however, hes stone cold sober as you stand before him, demanding him to argue with you.
he tries. he really does, but you have that glint in your eyes that steve had quickly learned meant youd get your way, no matter what.
for such a sweet and selfless person, you could be frustratingly stubborn sometimes.
steve is about tell you to just leave him alone, this is most eye contact hes made with you since july, but then you grab his hand and it all comes crashing back to steve.
your hand still fits perfectly within his, and for a second steve swears the pads of his fingers tremor when they graze against your palm, as if theyve exhaled with relief upon your touch.
when youve dragged steve outside, the tremors in his fingertips has become so uncomfortable that he has to drop your hand. hes afraid that if he doesnt, his knees will give out. after the shitty night hes had, he cant afford to spare any more of his pride.
steve sees the disappointment on your face when he drops your hand, and he feels the familiar pang in his chest. hes disappointed you again, upset you, but he figures its time hes evened the score anyways.
you hurt him first.
"not to make this awkward, but i kinda dont know where you live." you voice from the drivers seat. your tone is light, steve can hear how much youre trying to tell him without explicitly saying so.
hes tired of everyone treating him like a fucking idiot.
"make a left up here." he responds, staring out the window. he refuses to let you see him cry. nancys words are still ringing in his ears while your perfume clouds his mind.
its all so fucking confusing.
"do you want to talk about what happened tonight-"
steve once admired your selflessness, how open you are with what you feel and how deeply you feel it. then, you closed yourself off from him. shrouded your kindness from him and masked every feeling on your pretty little face without so much of an explanation. now, after finally being confronted with one another, you want to talk about fucking feelings?
yeah, sure. steve can do that.
"why do you only ever care about me when im some kicked fucking puppy?"
steve sees you flinch from the corner of his eye and the anger hes felt ever since july vanishes. "you know thats not true."
"its not?" steve remembers the look on your face that night the two of you saw jonathan in nancys bed. itd been the first time youd shown genuine sympathy towards steve, the first time hes ever truly had your attention.
then he remembers the alley, how youd begged him to not hurt jonathan and hed let his childish anger get the better of him anyways. steve remembers grabbing you and pulling you away from the others so that you wouldnt get hurt by the cops. he had just wanted to help you, and when he told you this he knew you saw the helplessness in his eyes. your lips had trembled as you looked at steve, you had cared about him, then.
you had almost stayed that day in the alley.
but then you left steve to go run after jonathan.
and this summer, steve doesnt know what happened between you and him, but you left again.
"then explain what happened this summer." steve knows himself. he knows that if you can give him any reason, anything, then hed welcome you back into his life with warm and worn arms.
your fingers tighten around the steering wheel. your eyes scan the empty road ahead and steve already knows what youll say. "i..."
nothing. you cant tell him a single fucking thing. delirious and heartbroken, steve laughs. "yeah, whatever. some real fucking friend you were."
and thats what hurts steve the most. you were his friend, you told him this yourself. minutes before you pulled away from him, youd been telling steve how much of a good friend he was.
you knew. he had told you how much hes struggled with connecting with others. you knew, and you still left.
nancy has provoked a different kind of hurt. she doesnt know steves deepest insecurities, or how hard he tries to be good enough for her. sure, steve felt a purpose being loved by her, but she couldnt have known this.
you were different.
and steve just wants to go home.
the silence settles, heavy. you take a shaky breath and steve has to pinch the skin on his arm so he doesnt reach out to hold you. "i got scared."
he cant help it. steve turns to you, your confession surprising him. "scared?"
"yeah, scared."
and just as quickly as youve opened back up to steve, you retreat.
anger rises again. "gee, y/n. that really explains a ton."
"im sorry, steve. i really am. its just... i got scared, ive never been good at letting people in. i know it doesnt excuse my actions, and you didnt deserve any of it, but you just... you scared me."
steve understands what its like to be scared of those around you, of giving someone the power to be vulnerable around them, but after everything thats happened with nancy tonight, he finds that he doesnt care anymore what vulnerability gets him. "turn right after this light."
something changes, then. steve notices your posture straighten, your jaw clenches and your knuckles are white against the steering wheel. theres a newfound spark now, a fight within you. "look, you came crashing into my life in such a violent way, and it became the best goddamn thing that happened to me."
steves heart is pounding against his chest.
your voice shakes still. he knows, he can feel it, just how hard this is for you. "there you were, spending every day at my job just to talk to me. you asked me questions about myself and noticed things no one else had before and i just... i couldnt do it."
a pause, you look over at steve and you soften your voice, lacing it with everything hes wanted from you since july. "i missed you."
i missed you.
steve whispered those words to nancy in the hallway only yesterday, but he knows he really meant them for you.
no ones ever missed him before.
"missed?" when steve was young, he remembers asking his dad if he missed him. missed implied caring for someone at some point, but long after theyve already left. to have missed someone means to have long settled the ache that followed the hurt of leaving.
"miss. i miss you,"
something opens within steves chest. he can feel it, this expanding that slowly overtakes his body. it crawls over him, clouds his brain the same way your perfume does, and steve has to close his eyes as it settles.
he feels like a little kid again, accepting whatever his father gives him.
steve is tired.
but he sees you wipe at your eyes. your hands shake, despite your best attempts of steadying them as you drive, and steve knows he could never, ever remain angry with you.
he recognizes, suddenly, how similar the two of you are. two lonely kids trying to walk everyone home.
soooo <3 its only fair we see steve’s pov of saving bug during the demogorgon fight ,, right? :) xoxo
siiiigh i guess (because i love u n him). in this blurb we answer: why DID steve come back after nancy kicked him out ??
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"steve, you need to leave. right now." nancy has never looked at steve like this before, with such annoyance and anger. he doesnt know what the fuck is happening but he had just saved your life.
he, steve harrington, just bridal carried y/n henderson to safety after a skinned skeleton looking piece of shit almost killed you.
now nancy is yelling at him again.
and all steve can do is look towards you for help. you have to say something, explain what any of this even means. steve is surrounded by nancy and jonathan, two people who have hurt him so deeply, and yet youre standing right in front of him and not saying a single thing.
you, the only person who hasnt hurt steve, who seems to understand him and expect so much more from him than anyone ever has in his life.
if you told steve to stay, he would.
at least then he'd have a sense of belonging. if you told steve everything will be okay, he'd have no reason not to believe you. he knows you; youd stay behind and fight and defend those you love and steve feels like a fucking coward as his hands shake while nancy berates him.
"y/n, please..." steve just needs one glance from you, a nod, anything.
but you dont say a thing.
steve groans. "fuck it!"
he runs out the door.
he thinks maybe if he drives fast enough, he can go to the police and bring them back here to jonathans. he cant just leave you behind, steve knows this, but what else is he supposed to do? you hadnt wanted him there, neither had nancy, and jonathan hates him.
hes not needed here. hes never been a fighter, anyways.
right as steve has unlocked his car door, the lights inside jonathans house start flickering again. the hair on his arms stand up. he knows. its back again.
and youre stuck in there with it.
three things cross through steves mind at once.
one, youre in danger.
two, you told steve he wasnt a bad person.
and three, hes so fucking tired of running.
so he does what any sane sixteen year old boy would do.
steve runs back inside to save you.
he told you earlier. he just wants to help. thats all hes ever wanted to do, and fuck. if he doesnt help you now, save you when you really need him, then steve is the coward his father has always told him he was.
jonathans bat is scattered across the floor when steve runs back inside. he grabs it as he assesses the situation. he cant believe hes doing this.
youre on the ground and steves heart stops for a moment, but when he sees you shaking jonathans shoulders, who is also sprawled on the ground, he calms down.
then he hears the gunshots and finally notices that nancy is frantically shooting at the monster and the bullets are doing absolutely nothing. she needs help, but you and jonathan are too far away.
steve stumbles a bit. for a second, he doesnt know who to run to. theres blood on your forehead and your ankle is bent at an angle that makes steve feel nauseous to look at, but jonathan has a hand wrapped around your waist while nancy is defenseless against the monster.
flicking the bat around his wrist, steve knows what he has to do.
he swings, distracting the monster long enough to spare nancy some time.
