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every day of my life i sorely miss the soft achingly beautiful quality of season two cinematography
so what i'm saying is
PRETEND WITH ME
Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader
Summary: Your best friend, Nancy, drags you into monster fighting, which changes your life in more ways than one. After dragging you to a stupid Halloween party, you get to talking with a familiar head of hair.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT obvi.
(Starts at season 2, but the story will follow throughout the seasons...Lmk if I should write more! S5 got me feral!!)
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Hawkins, Indiana 1983
It was late November when your life completely flipped upside down. Your younger brother’s friend suddenly went missing and a girl with a shaved head and telekinesis powers popped up in his place. Then just as your luck has it, a couple days later your friend since middle school, Barb, went missing. Which only strained your relationship with your longest and best friend Nancy more than it already was. There was a wedge between you two. That wedge’s name…
Steve Harrington.
God you hated him. Hated how different he made Nancy act. How distant she’s become since dating him. How his stupid hair probably held lots of secrets. And the biggest secret, how badly you wanted to run your fingers through it.
He didn’t deserve Nancy in your opinion. Especially not after everything he did to Jonathan Byers. On the positive he did get the ass kicking of his lifetime by Jonathan in that alley, which you happily got front row seats to when you got dragged along to get weapons for “monster fighting”. Because somehow this is your life now.
Honestly, you couldn’t care less about King Steve or whatever douchey thing he has going on. You had way bigger things to worry about.
For one, you are currently laying out a very strategically positioned bear trap on the ground of the Byers house.
“Y’know I’m totally cool with this plan, I just wanna run through it one more time.” You spoke up as you set the trap into place. “So the lights are gonna tell us when the monster’s here?”
“Exactly. My mom said the lights speak when they’re close.” Jonathan says slightly nervous not looking up from Nancy’s hand wrapping his bandage hand. The tension between them is thick and unfortunately for you, you are forced to play third wheel all night. however it is nice to see Nancy find someone good for her.
“Then we light this bitch up!” You said trying to lighten the mood but not sure it worked. Uneasy silence fell over the group but was quickly interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
Suddenly you hear “Jonathan. Hey man it’s- it’s Steve!” from behind the door. The three of you all share a look of ‘oh shit’ as Nancy rushes towards the door.
He’s obviously taken aback by the girl answering the door. “I’m not trying to start anything- I just came to- I just wanna make things right.” His desperate and sincere voice was enough to make your heart squeeze in your chest. He was trying…just terrible timing.
Steve pushes past Nancy fulling entering the Christmas light chaos that is the Byers house. His eyes meet yours and instantly widen in confusion and shock.
“Henderson?” He shuffles toward you confused and scanning your slightly beat up figure. Before you could let the concern in his voice send shivers down your spine, you quickly whip out your gun and point it straight at him.
“Steve you need to leave.” There is a calmness in your tone, sharp yet somehow always more protective than anything. But why are you protecting Steve “the hair” Harrington?
His hands shot up in defense, rambling on about who knows what. Just then the lights began to flicker.
“It’s here.” Jonathan gasps. He quickly grabs your spiked baseball bat as Nancy draws her own gun. It’s almost as if you can’t tear your eyes (or your gun) away from Steve.
“Where the fuck is it!” you snap turning your gaze to around the room. “Where is what!? What’s going on?” Steve screams behind you.
Suddenly a monster is crawling through the celling of the Byers house. It took everything in your four to fight off this monster. What shocked you the most was actually Steve.
At one point, he picked up your bat and took a couple swings at the monster leading it into our trap. It was only when you used your handy zippo lighter to flambé that stupid monster that it ran away into the woods.
The aftermath of that night was not pretty.
October 31st 1984
“God no offense but if I have to hear about how solid your relationship is one more time, I will leave this fucking party
“Y’know we don’t have to go in.” You and Nance are standing outside of Tina’s annual halloween. “No, we have to just pretend to be normal tonight.” She sighs, the reply sounds rehearsed and disingenuous but alas you let it go and follow her inside.
She immediately disappears into the crowd, but you know who she’s going to see. It pains your heart how quick she ditched you for some guy. Let alone Steve Harrington.
So you made your way to the kitchen, grabbing what looks to be the cleanest red solo cup and dipping it into the jungle juice. Somewhat hoping the mix of whatever’s in there will numb the ache in your heart.
You decided to go to the backyard, nowhere near the dicks doing keg stands. Off to the side, smoking a joint you bought from a older kid, Eddie.
It wasn’t even ten minutes until you saw a figure standing close in the corner of your eye. You knew who it was, you are very familiar with the presence.
“Let me guess you’re dressed as…” you slightly jump at the voice entering your ears. “…a sailor?”
he says uncertain of his answer.
“I’m the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, duh” You say dramatically pointing to your little blue and white hat. “The boys are doing ghostbusters and I didn’t wanna be left out..” you softly laugh becoming embarrassed of your homemade skirt and puffy top.
When he notices your red cheeks he can finally crack his first genuine smile of the night. What you didn’t know was that not 5 minutes before running into you Nancy broke his heart with one “Bullshit”.
“Let me guess you’re dressed as cool guy who wears sunglasses at night.” You deflect the attention away from yourself so effortlessly, Steve wonders if you do that often.
He snickers and takes a seat next to you on Tina’s bench. It doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you that your thighs are now touching ever so slightly.
“You think I’m cool?” He says smoothly as if he caught you telling a secret.
Maybe it was the drinks but you couldn’t help scoff that left your mouth. “You know you’re cool.” you hide your smile in your cup of juice.
you could see his smirk drop slowly as if he was pained to laugh at a moment like this. He tilts his head back signing up at the sky. “Do you ever wish that maybe- I don’t know- since everything went down, that we could have one day where everything just goes back to normal?”
After the words left his mouth he finally locks eyes with you again, scanning your face for any reaction. Just your eyes telling him you’re listening.
“Like is it so wrong to want to pretend like we’re happy teens for a few hours?” Steve gulps and continues. “is that just bullshit?”
It was something about the way he said that, that made you finally let the breath you’ve been unconsciously holding out.
a soft breathless “no” leaves your lips. Before you can even collect your thoughts you blurt out, “We all need to pretend sometimes.”
Those words lit something inside of Steve that he had no idea was there. I mean sure he’s noticed you throughout the years but this. This softness is a different side, that he feels an enormous privilege to see.
He tears is eyes away from you quickly scanning the backyard of drunk teens obviously not paying attention to anything but the alcohol in their cups. He snaps back to you and leans in slowly.
He is now just inches away. You could feel his hot breath on your face. For some weird reason all you could think about was how he smelled. His didn’t reek of the alcohol that was somewhat spilled on his shirt, he smelled like mint and his probably expensive cologne that made your head rush.
You knew you should pull away but right before his lips touched yours, he stopped. An unconscious whine slipped past your lips making him smirk and whisper “Would you like me to drive you home?”
Your eyes widen at the question, not expecting that. Suddenly you’re snapped back into reality, Nancy popping up in your head. You open your mouth ready to answer but as if he read your mind he whispers just as softly, “Nancy left…with Jonathan.”
The weight of those words were evident to the two of you. “Oh” was all you could think to muster out. You couldn’t bear to look the pain in his eyes, so without another word you stood up and started walking a few steps, leaving Steve stunned and staring a little too long at the short skirt you wore.
You quickly spun on your heels looking at the boy once more. With a hand on your hip you tilt your head at the boy, “So are you just gonna sit there? You have the keys, right?”
A dopey smile peaks on his face at your sass. He quickly stands and grabs your hand leading you to the car. The touch is electric, you have to giggle as he leads you to his car.
You never thought in a million years you would be in Steve Harrington’s car popping in whatever mixtape he had in his glove box. As filled the car, the two of you just sat there.
“Steve” your voice snapped him out of the trance your vanilla perfume and curly hair put on him. He swore he had never heard a more perfect sound come out of your mouth. Just his name coming from you was enough to start sending blood to places it shouldn’t be.
Your hand graces his over the gear shift. He’s frozen still staring at your hands. He almost missed the small “I’m sorry” leave your lips.
his eyebrows scrunch in confusion. What could you possibly be apologizing for. His eyes meet yours as his other hand reaches for your cheek. Slowly he leans in replicating the moment in the backyard. Instead this time he doesn’t stop himself.
You eyes flutter closed by the soft contact. He kisses you like he’s unsure if this moment is really happening. It wasn’t until you kissed back that he started kissing with more confidence and passion.
Unfortunately you had to pull back for air, placing both hands on his chest as he keeps rests his forehead on yours catching his breath.
“Are you too drunk to drive?” You asked nervous that this was all an alcohol related incident.
He laughs softly responding only with a serious “I’m not drunk at all.” then his lips crash into yours once more.
The kiss was passionate and full of things that have never been said between you two. He pulls back slightly whispering, “If I’m reading this wrong, tell me to stop and I will just drop you home. Respectfully of course.”
Now it’s your turn to laugh as you grab his face and pull him in. He breaks the kiss to trail is lips down your neck. Your hands find the one place they’ve been dying to explore. The myth, the legend, his hair.
“God you have no idea how badly i’ve wanted to run my fingers through your hair.” you blurt out, not even thinking of the embarrassment of that confession.
Steve sure as hell didn’t find it embarrassing. In fact all he felt was the tightness in his pants and your fingers twirling the hair at the nape of his neck. He moaned at your confession, sucking harder at the spot on your neck.
As if it was a magnetic force, he was pulled back to your lips. His hands began to selfishly roam your body. One, holding your face ever so softly and the other exploring the little sliver of skin that was peaking out from your crop top.
His hands felt cold and rough against your warm soft skin. His hand slowly sliding up your shirt lingering right under the lacy bra, that he could almost reach.
You roll your eyes, tired of the anticipation, you reach under your top and toss it over your head, unclipping your bra in the process. Steve’s just staring in awe at you. You’re not sure where this newfound confidence came from but you ran with it.
You crawl over the console and into the backseat. You prop you leg up spreading out on his seat making the perfect spot for Steve to slide in. His eyes widen at your movements not moving yet, still in shock by the show you’re putting on.
“So you gonna pretend with me, or what?” Your index finger curing up urging him to come to you. As if he was a puppy on a leash, he scrambles to slot himself between your legs quick to put his lips on yours. You could feel the prominent bulge grinding against your thigh.
Finally getting a hand on one tit and his lips on the other, Steve lets out a guttural groan, “Fuck Henderson, you are so fucking hot.” Your smile quickly fades as you feel his other hand toying with the waist band of your homemade skirt.
You can’t even think of something clever to say, there was only one thing on your mind. “Steve” you moan giving him all the permission he needs to dip his hand touching the wet patch that has formed on your matching lacy undies.
“You’re so fucking wet.” he says running his thumb over your clothed clit. Your mouth dropping open at the sudden contact. “You must want me bad huh.” his tone is teasing but god does it do a number on you.
“S-Shut up-!” you moan out as he finally touches you without any barriers. Just his fingers were better than anything you’ve ever had before.
Sure you had sex before this but there was something so intimate and sensual. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was Steve moaning your name as he slowly slipped a finger inside of you.
You’re gripping his shoulder so hard you thought he might need medical attention after this. Steve thought he might need medical attention too, but because he might be having a heart attack seeing you like this.
Steve’s imagination of what you looked like was nothing compared to what he saw when he yanked off your skirt. “Holy shit.” he breathes out.
He doesn’t waist a second diving in to eat you out like a man starved. With one long swipe of his tongue you swore you saw heaven. Grabbing onto the fluff of his hair to ground you back to earth.
As his tongue circling your clit, he couldn’t help but notice the way your thighs shake. He throws them on his shoulders getting impossibly closer, slipping two fingers inside you. It felt like magic.
Magic that was quick to make you gasp, “Steve- please don’t stop. I’m gonna-“
Taking his mouth off of you quickly replacing it with his thumb moving in rapid circles. “You’re so tight. God- let me feel you cum on my fingers.”
His pace didn’t falter as his mouth connected with yours. You could taste yourself on his lips. Soon you’re tightening around his fingers letting out a loud “Shit Steve”.
“That’s it baby. You’re so hot when you cum all over me.” He whispers in your ear, it sounds almost lovingly. Almost.
The pet name itself is enough to send you over the edge. You sit for a moment with your head tossed back trying to catch your breath. Steve just looks at you, not expecting you to fix his problem in his pants, but as if you hung the moon itself. He kisses your temple softly
You snapped back into the situation when you felt a certain hard on pressed against your unclothed center. You ached for it. To feel him inside of you.
Without another word you reach for his belt, scrambling to undo it. His eyes widened hands thrown up in shock. “Whoa- what- what are you doing.”
You paused your movements looking up at him. “Well I’m about to bake a pie..what does it look like- i’m gonna suck your dick.” the sarcasm slipping from your lips along with the filthy words had him nearly cream his pants.
You roll your eyes continuing unbuckling and undoing his pants. “Whoa- wait.” You stopped again once you had the zipper fully down. “Honey, I’m gonna be honest. I’m not gonna last very long if you do…that. Raincheck?”
You crack a smile and giggle at his sheepishness. That’s when you slide down his pants and boxers letting him spring him self free. The sight alone had you feeling that familiar heat in your pussy. Steve was big, like split you in two, big.
A few “whoas” leave his mouth as you’re basically swapping places with him. Pushing him against the backseat finally straddling those big thighs of his. “Henderson you’re like a god damn angel.” his hands finding your waist like his second home.
You grab his cock rubbing your thumb over the precum on his throbbing tip. Positioning your hips above him, you start rubbing yourself with him. “Use me, please.” he practically begs.
You sink down on his cock taking him in little by little. Trust this was not an easy task. His head goes from being thrown back to watching him fit so perfectly inside you.
“God honey, it’s like your pussy was made for me.” It wasn’t until you sat fully engulfed with him that you realized how true that statement was.
“Steve-, fuck” was all you could say as you start to rock your hips letting his big hands on your waist and ass guide your movements. The pace quickened and Steve couldn’t help the string of curses that leave his mouth.
“Babe- I’m not gonna last-“ You kiss him with enough passion to shut him up. Yanking at the spot of hair you know will send him over the edge.
Whispering in his ear, “Come in me, Steve, please. I wanna feel you…I’m on the pill.” And that about does it for him. He knows those words will haunt him and replay over and over again until he eventually has to jerk off just to get the thought of this night out of his head.
It only took a riding him for few more seconds to have him spilling inside of you. His warm cum filling your soul more than anything else. His hips involuntarily jerking up, riding out his orgasm.
When his hips still, you both just sit there for a second, catching your breath. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, which threw Steve off for a second until following your contagious laughter.
Then you slowly lift yourself off of Steve, his hands are carefully guiding you next to him with ease. Steve looks over noticing your smile has faded to a worried expression.
“What’s wrong, honey?” he asks with genuine concern.
Avoiding eye contact, looking straight ahead with the most monotoned voice Steve’s ever heard, “Nancy is gonna kill me.”
Those words hung in the air. Stuck like smoke in a room. “Nancy broke up with me” He wanted to say how Nancy doesn’t love him, and how he genuinely hasn’t thought about her once since running into you at the party.
“Oh.”
Other than a “Goodnight Steve” when he dropped you off at home as promised, that was the last words you said to Steve Harrington. Well, that was until he became besties with your little brother.
A class with Billy hargrove
Summary: An everyday school day with your boyfriend Billy Hargrove.
imagine being max mayfield in season two and youre alone at a new school and just trying to make some friends but then the friend group youre trying to enter turns out to have just lost their one girl—she DIED—and theyre fighting over if youre taking her place or not—and one of the boys is super traumatized and getting called a “zombie” but you have no fucking clue what THAT’s about and then one of them goes and adopts a monster dog that you then have to call one of the friend’s sisters ex to beat up with a nailed bat, and this happens immediately after your shit stain of a step brother tries to hate crime your maybe crush and OH WOW TURNS OUT THAT GIRL IS STILL ALIVE and also she has fucking SUPERPOWERS and now your life is going to forever be in danger because THIS is the friend group you chose to enter
Showed my friend this picture:
She then asked why his girlfriend was in the hospital. Had to hit her with the "so that's Will."
going through old pictures from simpler times
If She Knew What She Wants (He'd Be Giving it to Her)
Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader
SERIES MASTERLIST
Warnings: Peer pressure, slow burn, yearning/pining, language, sexual language/allusions to sex, eventual SMUT (18+ only, MDNI), violence, angst, mentions of death
Author's Note: ISKWSW is back and ongoing! This is the updated series masterlist, please find the individual parts masterlists below. Cross-posted to my AO3 here.
PART 1: If She Knew What She Wants (He'd Be Giving it to Her)
Pushed together by circumstance, you and Steve Harrington have a no-strings-attached situation that becomes tense when he starts showing interest in Nancy Wheeler.
INTERLUDE I - I'll Set You Free (All I Want is You)
One year on from 7-minutes in Carol's coat closet, and the situation between you and Steve has changed a lot. You're doing your best to move on, but sometimes he makes it just so hard.
PART 2: (I Think I Should) Be With You
Senior year brings an eternal case of 'senioritis', but you're doing fine. Just fine. What more could you ask for when you have your good pals Steve and Nance by your side?
INTERLUDE II - (Something Happens & I'm) Head Over Heels (18+ only, MDNI)
Back to the spring of '83, only a few weeks have passed since Valentine's Day. Steve decides he would do just about anything to get your attention. Even if it means wasting some time.
INTERLUDE III - (I Love it) In Your Room (18+ only, MDNI)
With your graduation day fast approaching, you and Steve are determined to spend as much time together as possible. Unfortunately, the world is set on interrupting you.
PART 3: What I Meant to Say (is that I’m in Love) *new updates*
The summer air brings a different kind of freshness to Hawkins. A new mall, your crappy minimum wage job, a weird conspiracy, your hot boyfriend, and the incessant clock ticking of college on the horizon.
Updated April 22nd, 2026
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