I write my female readers with confidence, sass, and the right amount of bitchy and I don't give a fuck attitude. In reality, I was never the girl to get flirted on because I was the weird friend, which now makes me determine how I talk to someone with how comfortable I feel around them so in true form if Eddie, or Steve, or any of them ask for my number it would be more like this: "Me? You want my number?"
I'm so awkward I had one guy in my brief time in college wave to me from a table over while staring at me, no one was behind me and I still asked and pointed to myself like "Who me?" He laughed, I laughed, and never spoke to him again. Anyone else relate?
100% relate! I'm the weird friend too. Guys always flirt with my friends and not me. Except for one time, a guy was trying to ask me out whilst I was at work and I didn't realise he was asking me out because in my head it's like "is he asking me out? Nah don't be stupid, guys don't ask you out" by the time my brain glitch was over, the guy had felt awkward and left the shop I was working in and I never saw him again.
I genuinely think if Steve Harrington flirted with me or asked me out I would probably pass out from shock, whereas I feel like if I met Eddie Munson, we'd have a great day and a laugh because he's kinda weird too then at the end of the day if he tried to kiss me or something I'd be like "Oh my god, it was a date? how did I not realise it was a date?" I'm that level of awkward... so yeah, you're not alone.
Fuck yes! I'm at that age where everyone around me is having babies, which don't get me wrong "good for them" but don't behave like I'm "behind in life" or that my plans are "less important" than theirs. At this point in my life, I don't actually know if I want any or not yet! This is all from recent experience, not just going on a rant. A pregnant friend actually said to me that she thinks "every woman should experience being pregnant", to my face, when she knew I had no relationship or was likely to have kids for years - if at all. Its insensitive behaviour that needs to stop. Some people out there are desperate to have children but cannot, some people are not in the right place in life to have them and some people simply do not desire to have children. It does not mean you're broken, it does not mean you haven't done your part for society and it does not make your life any less important. Just because a woman is born with the ability to grow a human doesn't mean she has to to be complete.
So... make do and mend chapter 3 is currently underway... I'd say I'm about 2/3 into writing the chapter so after a veeeerrry long wait since chapter 2, expect it soon... 😁
And a very happy birthday to our beautiful honey Joe Keery 💖
an enemies to lovers prince!steve x princess!fem!reader mini series | a kingdom au
masterlist | ko-fi
summary: you were never graceful enough to be a princess, always playing with bows and arrows, while your clumsy but sweet twin brother gregory picked flowers and studied plants outside the castle. childhood was good and gentle to you both until the threat of a war challenged your father, the king. now he must to do whatever it takes to protect your nation, even if that means training greg to go to war and become the heir the kingdom deserves, or marry you off to the future king of the neighbouring kingdom. prince steve always knew he would marry a princess, but he never thought his parents would choose such a rebellious, wild creature like you.
overall word count: 57.7k
no use of y/n, fem!reader’s name is violet.
warnings: small age gap between reader and steve (3 years), explicit mentions of blood and wounds, fear of death, misogyny, blackmailing, eventual smut. this series and my blog are +18, minors do not interact. it is mentioned that reader has long hair but there is no specific description of hair type.
𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱
part I: 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦
part II: 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
part III: 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬
part IV: 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝
part V: 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 (mar, 29th)
part VI: 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 (apr, 5th)
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steve harrington x reader, better than the movies au, fake dating, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, slight jonathon x reader, no upside down, fluff to angst to fluff, happy ending, canon-divergent characters, slow updates
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Steve Harrington is practically the bane of your existence. He’s god awful and he knows it. But when your childhood crush comes to town, he’s the only one who can help you win him over.
But soon enough the lines between hate and love become blurred, and suddenly you find yourself falling for someone you never thought possible.
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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
Chapter one ❣︎ uh oh, i’m fallin’ in love
Chapter two ❣︎ i’ve got a blank space, baby (and i’ll write your name)
Chapter three ❣︎ you’re so vain (you probably think this song is about you)
I have just watched Marmalade for the second time and I am continuously blown away by the talent Joe Keery has!
Seeing him as Steve, Keys, Gator and now Baron!? The range of this guy the fact that he's not only amazing at playing very different characters but in Marmalade he's Joe, playing Marmalade, playing Baron and throughout the whole thing gives absolutely no giveaways as to who Baron really is has astonished me. I always think "Wow, he's such a good actor, he's nothing like *character* in this" but every new show/movie he's in, he always manages to blow me away even more!
Joe Keery, you are amazing! And dammit why are you so darn pretty!?
A/N Here it is, chapter 2! Things are getting spicy at Family Video. As always comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and id love to hear some of your thoughts! Complete filth below. Enjoy!
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You spent your day at Family Video cleaning, serving people and restocking shelves, but only one thing was playing on your mind.
Steve Harrington had no idea of the impact that his words had had on you.
"We are in the same situation." Kept echoing in your head.
You were so sick of feeling despair. Missing Eddie and knowing that there was nothing that you could do about it but wait for the gut wrenching pain to eventually pass.
But if you could have a distraction? Something that would take your mind off it and just make you feel a little better about yourself, even if it was just for a few minutes... Surely that would be better than moping around or waking up in the middle of the night with tears streaming down your face.
Would it really hurt to just ask? The worst Steve could say was no. You were close enough friends that you knew he would understand and turn you down gently rather than make fun of you. If anyone understood how you felt it would be Steve, you were both suffering from heartbreak after all.
You continued to sweep the floor, broom sticking to one spot where Dustin had spilled his pop drink the day before whilst trying to convince Steve to let him rent a horror movie way above his age rating.
Just then a loud crash sounded from the back room startling you out of your thoughts.
"Oh come on!" You heard Steve exclaim.
Resting your broom against the wall, you made your way over to where the commotion was, only to be met with the sight of pure chaos.
The back room was a mess. There was a trolley on its side and a mass of tapes spilled out all over the floor. A very defeated looking Steve was standing there with his mouth hanging open, eyes going between his inventory sheet and the mess on the floor.
"Inventory not going well?" You asked as you came to a stop beside him.
He turned to look at you. "I knocked over the trolley and now all the tapes I had sorted are mixed with the ones I haven't, so now I gotta start all over again!" Steve whined, throwing his hands in the air, waving his inventory sheet around.
Steve crouched down to start collecting the tapes off the floor. You got on your knees opposite him to help.
"Not your day huh?" You gave him a soft smile.
Steve looked up at you his frown softening a little. "No, I guess not... Sorry, I know I'm being a grouch."
"Don't be, you're just having a bad day is all," You say whilst looking for the case to Teen Wolf.
"Seem to be having a lot of those lately."
You look up and take a moment to study him.
His hair was as usual perfectly tousled to get as much volume as possible, giving him his signature killer look. Big brown eyes, wide and sad as they mostly were these days and eyebrows slightly furrowed. You followed the slope of his nose right down to his pouty lips.
If the word 'overthinking' had a face, it would be Steve's.
"Steve..."
It was now or never.
"Yeah?" He looked up at you
This wouldn't just be for you, you decided. It would be for Steve as well. You both needed this.
After all, would doing this just once really be that big of a deal?
You were gonna ask him.
"About what you said earlier... About getting over someone by just having a fling..." You trailed off, biting your lip.
"What about it?" He replied, looking somewhat confused.
"Well, I was just thinking... Erm, I don't wanna go on a date with anyone either, even if it is purely just for sex... And I was just thinking - It's totally okay for you to say no - but I was just thinking that, well, maybe we could... Help eachother out?" Your ramble came to a stop as you braved a look at Steve.
His brow was furrowed, mouth slightly agape.
"What, like... Set you up with someone?"
Sometimes Steve could be so brilliantly oblivious it still amazed even you.
"Erm," You cleared your throat awkwardly, "No, not that..."
You took in a deep breath and watched as you waited for Steve to catch up with you.
His face went from confused to more confused before his eyes widened and it finally settled on shock. It would've been comical if you weren't so anxious.
"Wait! You wanna- With me?" He pointed towards himself, "You're- You're suggesting that me and you- Oh my god, OH MY GOD!" He exclaimed, hand now running through his hair.
"Steve I- It's just an idea! I- You can say no!"
"But- It would... Wouldn't it- You're my friend Y/N! I don't..." After flailing his hands around he closed his eyes, hands finally settling on pinching his nose.
"Steve, I don't... I'm not asking you out, I don't wanna date you. I mean no offence, you're a great guy its just, you are my friend. It would only be a one time thing... I just thought, maybe we could... Help eachother out."
Steve was now standing, pacing the room, still pinching his nose.
You let out a huff of air, feeling stupid. How could you have thought this would be a good idea?
He stops pacing and turns to you.
"You make it sound like you want me to take out your trash for you Y/N! You're talking about me and you having," He pauses and lowers his voice, "Sex..."
You look down and shuffle awkwardly.
"You're right... Oh god, I shouldn't have said anything. Just forget it, this conversation never happened... Sorry."
"Y/N"
Just then you heard Robin call out from the front of the store.
"Uh, guys! It's getting kinda busy out here, could someone come and help!"
Before Steve could say anything else you turned on your heel and fled the room as quickly as possible.
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Two hours later and Robin's shift had ended. Two hours after that and the silence was killing you. Just one hour left to go...
Apart from the odd straggler hanging around the adult section the store had been pretty quiet for the last hour, leaving you to rush around doing jobs that could wait in order to avoid Steve, who was still trying to do his inventory out the back.
He had popped out every now and then but had barely said two words to you.
All you kept thinking was, how could you have been so stupid?
Steve was your friend, Your coworker that you have to see at least five days out of seven. He was friends with all of your friends. Of course he didn't want to sleep with you! Why would he? Even before you knew eachother properly he hadn't ever hit on you. Not that you wanted him to anyway, but there was clearly no interest in that side of things with you.
You were behind the counter when Steve finally came back out.
"Well, three hours later and my inventory is done and the back room is tidy again... Well as tidy as it normally is..."
He had decided to brave it and came over to stand next to you, albeit with a little more distance between you than there would normally be.
With his arms crossed over his chest, he turned to look at you.
"Hey, uh... You okay?"
Avoiding eye contact you turned to leave. "I'm gonna go and make a coffee."
"You're making a coffee at 10pm?" He said looking exasperated.
"Well, I want a coffee, I don't care if it's 10pm."
"Bullshit."
You turn back to look at him now leaning against the counter, arms still crossed.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said that's bullshit, you're avoiding me," He gave you the signature Steve Harrington mom face.
"What do you want me to say? Yes I'm avoiding you! Wouldn't you avoid someone if you'd humiliated yourself in front of them earlier?" You say.
"What, so you're not even gonna talk about it? You're just gonna run away again. You know, you're the one who suggested it! You're the one who made the awkward situation in the first place, not me!"
You stride back over to him, finger jabbing into his polo shirt.
"Oh, so this is all my fault? You know this is exactly why I didn't wanna talk about it!"
"You said a one time thing."
You frown, confused at Steve's words.
"What?"
"You said a one time thing..." Steve's eyes glance at your lips.
"Yeah but... You don't want to..."
"Actually, I do... Actually, I think its a pretty good plan. No first date nerves, no worrying about if they wanna see you again. Just sex..."
"Steve, stop humoring me," You sighed.
Steve pulled you closer to him, now pressing you into the counter with his own body.
"Does it feel like I'm humoring you?" He whispered in your ear.
You gasp.
Where Steve was pressing himself against you, you could feel a long firmness pressing into your hip that was unmistakably a hard on.
"Ever since our conversation, it's all I've thought about all day. Think it's probably the longest I've gone without thinking about Nancy," He stops to push some hair out of your face. "So yeah. If you still wanna do this, I wanna do this."
You stop, thinking about what he's just said and realize, You've barely thought about Eddie since this morning. Pretty much all day, your thought's were consumed by Steve... by this.
You lean you head back to get a better look at Steve. His pupils are blown wide, his mouth slightly ajar.
The air is thick with a sexual tension that you didn't realize you and Steve were capable of creating.
He looks down at your lips, waiting for you to make the first move. You can feel his heartbeat thumping against his chest where your hand is still pressed up against him.
You run both hands slowly up his chest until they reach the whisps of hair at the base of his neck, fingers tangling in and tugging. Steve nudges his nose against yours gently before finally pressing his lips to yours.
It feels strange at first. Steve is kissing you. Steve is kissing you. And then you relax.
Fingers bury themselves into his hair, pulling and tugging. His hands grip your hips and press you harder against the counter.
He's making out with you like a man starved of physical affection, tongue slipping into your mouth making you whimper.
"Steve..." You breathe out against his lips.
He's panting, still pressing himself into you.
"Ugh, say that again," He breathes into your ear, now moving his kisses to your jaw, your neck and finally he's sucking on your throat making you gasp again.
"Steve," You say louder this time, panting out his name.
His leg at some point had made its way between yours and was slowly grinding up against your core, making your eyes roll back.
"Break room?" You ask, still trying to catch your breath.
"Yeah," He nods eagerly.
He presses you against every wall on the way, still making out with you, walking you backwards through the door until the back of your legs hit the break room table.
Steve's hands fumble with the buttons on your shirt, undoing each one and you shuffle to get your arms out of the sleeves before untucking Steve's polo and pulling it above his head. He then starts undoing his belt before you smack his hands away and pull him closer to you, slipping it out of his beltloops and tossing it somewhere in the room.
You grab the back of his neck, pulling his mouth back down to yours and nibble on his bottom lip eliciting a loud groan from him.
"Oh," He whimpers against your mouth, "Oh god, Y/N."
Your other hand palms him over his jeans before popping the button and dragging the zip down. Your hand reaches in and continues its ministrations.
Steve lets out another load groan.
He pushes you back and starts to kiss his way down your chest. Sucking just outside the cup of your bra.
"Oh, Steve!"
He stops what he's doing and looks up at you. Even though you're friends he takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful you look like this. Sweaty, panting and your eyes half lidded.
"You like that?" He asks.
You open your eyes and look at him, "Don't get cocky Harrington."
Steve huffs out a laugh, "Alright, Alright. We doing this or what."
"Hey, you're the one who stopped not me," You laugh.
Steve grins, shaking his head and you sit up to undo your jeans, pulling them down as Steve does the same with his own.
"Nice undies," You say, smirking whilst nodding towards his checkered boxers.
"Shut up," Steve whines.
"Or what?" You challenge.
Steve smirks, "Or I'll make you shut up."
You're about to reply when Steve sinks to his knees and starts mouthing at your thighs, making his way closer to your center, turning you into a moaning mess.
His nose nudges against your panties and he starts to pull them down, a string of wetness still connecting them to you. Steve's mouth hangs open.
"You get this wet for me?" He sounds almost surprised.
"What'd I tell you about being co- Oh my god! Steve!"
He licked a stripe up the whole of your pussy before he finds your clit, toying with it expertly with his tongue.
Your head bangs against the table as you writhe around in pleasure.
"Fuck... Yes!"
Steve, still toying with your clit moves his large hands from your thighs, giving them a squeeze as he does and slowly pushes two of his fingers into your pussy. He moves them in and out of you, each thrust deeper than the last until you're screaming his name.
"Oh god, Steve! Don't stop... Fuck!" You scream.
Steve removes himself from your pussy with a loud smacking noise. Fingers still pushing in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, he kisses his way up your body until you're face to face again.
He gives you a short kiss before asking, "You sure you wanna do this?" A small crease of concern visible in his brow.
"Bit late for that now isn't it?" You ask breathlessly, still grinding onto his fingers.
Steve looks at you, eyes flitting between both of yours, looking for an answer.
"It's not too late. I mean it... If you've changed your mind, then we can stop whenever you want," Steve says it with such sincerity.
You stop your movements for a few seconds, Your eyes searching Steve's big brown ones. Your hand comes up to push his hair back, out of his face and you pull him back down to you again, giving him a slow, deep kiss.
"I want to do this Steve. I haven't changed my mind."
You give him a small, genuine smile and he mirrors your expression, a relieved grin taking over his face.
"Okay, good, me too."
With that, Steve takes a second to shimmy out of his boxers and gives himself a couple of pumps before lining himself up with you. You look down before he pushes in and your eyes go wide at the sheer size of him.
"Holy shit Steve! How long have you been packing that?" You exclaim, now feeling a little nervous. Steve was huge, bigger than you'd expected him to be.
He looks back at you, brows furrowed once again. "Is it... Gonna be a... A problem?" He asks timidly.
You raise your eyebrows at him.
"No, I just... Wasn't expecting you to be quite that big is all."
Steve's looking at you, now unsure how to proceed, lost in his own thoughts again.
"Steve," You say, regaining his attention, "You can carry on, just... Maybe start off slow," You let out with a nervous huff.
With one last look at you, Steve pumps himself again before you feel him run his tip up and down your pussy, making you shiver slightly in anticipation.
"Stop teasing," You whimper.
"Sorry."
And finally, with a loud groan, Steve pushes in.
Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as Steve sits, buried deep within you. He stops, cock now completely sheathed by your pussy.
You're face to face, breathing in eachothers gasps. Steve kisses your lips before letting out a sharp breath.
"Oh god, please tell me I can move now," He whines pathetically, making you grin.
"You can move."
Steve didn't need to be told twice. He pulls out and pushes back in once slowly and then he's like a wild animal. Desperately pushing in and out of you, shaking the table underneath you. One hand comes around your thigh and pushes it back, making you moan loudly at the new angle Steve has created.
In all the years that stories had circulated at school about what a sex god Steve Harrington was, how amazing he was in bed. None of them compared to this. Never did you imagine he would actually be this good.
One of your hands comes up between you and runs through his chest hair, tugging lightly before sliding up even further and carding through his hair.
A relieved sigh falls from your open mouth as Steve sucks on your neck. He was right, this was exactly what you needed to forget the pain. The feeling of intimacy, the closeness to another person and the high of your impending orgasm. For these few moments with Steve, your mind was at peace.
"Oh, shit... I'm getting close," Steve pants.
"Ugh... Me too... Oh, Steve!" At your words, Steve had brought a finger to circle at your clit, sending you even closer to your orgasm.
With the hand that's in Steve's hair you bring him closer to you, your mouth working his once more. Deviously, you purposely clench your pussy around Steve, squeezing him, milking his dick. Steve lets out an animalistic growl before shouting your name as he comes within you.
The feeling of Steve's cock pulsing as he comes sends you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as you moan his name one last time.
Steve pulls out and flops down next to you on the table. You lay in a comfortable silence for a minute, the only sound being both of you panting as you try to regain your breaths.
Steve turns his head to look at you.
"How was it?" He asks genuinely.
Still facing the ceiling you answer him.
"Well, the stories are true... You definitely know your way around that area."
Steve starts chuckling and after a second you join in.
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Once you've both finally regained your strength, you start searching for your various items of clothing and get dressed.
Steve starts setting things in motion to shut the store, locking the back door and flipping off lights as you tidy up the mess you've both made in the break room and sort out your messy hair.
You grab both yours and Steve's jackets, handing him his as he meets you back in the doorway to the breakroom.
You both head towards the main door, shrugging your jackets on.
"Right, I'll see you tomorrow morning?" Steve asks.
"What?" You say puzzled.
"For work," Steve says as if you're stupid, confusion now gone from your face as you remember that you, Steve and Robin have another shift together tomorrow. "What, you didn't think I was gonna give you an early morning wakeup call did you?" Steve adds cheekily.
"Wha- No... Oh shut up!" You laugh again, shoving his shoulder as you go to leave.
"Although," He says following you out the door before turning to lock it behind you both, "If you ever want one just let me know," He continues his teasing.
"Steve!" You huff out with another laugh.
"Alright, alright, I'm done," He turns back to you now with a sincere expression, "Thanks, by the way. This was great, totally took my mind off... You know," Steve lifts a hand and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Me too. Thanks Steve," You give him a genuine smile as he stands there gawking stupidly.
"Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"Go home," You instruct, corners of your lips still lifted.
Steve looks as if he's suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Eyebrows lifted he backs away in the direction of his car.
"Right, See you tomorrow, Friend," He grins, putting emphasis on the word 'friend'.
"See you tomorrow, friend," You return with a grin of your own as he finally turns away from you to get in his car. You start walking in the other direction to do the same.
As you sit in the drivers seat you look at your reflection in the mirror and think about how much happier you look since this morning. Still tired, yes. But significantly happier.
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