Paint me red.

PART 4

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Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're one of Vickie's best friends. Her girlfriend, Robin, is in need of a distraction for her best friend, Steve Harrington, who you vaguely remember from school. Which is where you come in.

CW / Disclaimer: A bunch of cute stuff, just a nice feel good fic about our dear boy Steve.

Author’s note: It was time to write about Steve Harrington, so here it is. Four parts, can find them both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!

Words: (of current chapter) 2783 / (complete fic) 13059

Steve’s POV

Steve had himself draped nearly flat over the counter, arms folded under his head as he watched Robin dart from left to right in front of him while she talked. He watched with mild amusement as she gestured wildly along with her words. In all fairness, he wasn’t exactly following what the point of her story was anymore as she had redirected the course of it about six times now, but he loved hearing her talk.

“… so. You’re coming to the fair with me.”

He frowned.

“Huh?”

dad!Steve Harrington x fem!reader [903 words]

You always felt guilty taking a late shift at work. But doing overtime and staying in the office until ten o’clock meant double time and you could really do with the money.

So Steve assured you that working past your baby’s bedtime every once and a while wouldn’t hurt. Besides, Steve loved time with just him and Margot, your daughter now old enough to toddle around on two feet and babble easily at him, a strong word or two slipping in between the raspberries blown.

Hallmark | S.H. 

Summary: Since graduating college, you have yet to find your niche. Now that you're home for the holidays, you realize that, not only are you alone, but so is Steve Harrington.

Warnings: Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader fluff, hallmark movie inspired because I know someone out there would rather eat a jean jacket than read this, Nancy is not a villain but there is a misunderstanding used to further the hallmark plot, not beta read.

Word Count: 5.1K

A/N: I wrote the end of this in after having the flu for a week so please excuse me if it reads like a fever dream instead of a hallmark movie. I've also never written for Steve before but he's so soft I needed to use him for this plot.

Enjoy <3

Acts of Affection

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [5.8K]

warnings: a tiny bit of sad steve but reader reassures him! full of domestic tooth rotting fluff &lt;3

summary: sometimes it's the little things that matter the most and make your heart melt. you and steve are no different...these are six times that the small acts of affection made your love for each other grow.

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“Stevie!” 

He watched you exit through the double doors of your college campus, instantly catching his gaze all the way from the parking lot where he stood leaning up against his car waiting for you. Flowers in hand and a little teddy bear for good measure. You squealed his name, racing down the few steps and into his arms that always felt like home. 

Today had been a stressful one, to say the least. It was finals season, and you had been working tirelessly for the past two weeks trying to cram as much studying as you could into your schedule. Unfortunately, that meant fewer dates and time to spend carelessly with your boyfriend, Steve. Nevertheless, he was an absolute trooper through all of it. Bringing you coffees and little snacks to get you through those boring studying hours and somehow convincing you to take naps in order to recharge. He was the absolute bestest. 

“How are you, pretty girl?” He asked through your hair, the smile he loved so much, pressed up against his neck until you pulled away and he got to see it for himself. 

“Better now…you know you didn’t have to do all this.” You pouted, plucking the plush out of his hand and aweing at it before Steve had shook his head, planting a small peck on your lips, thumbs resting on your cheekbones warmly, “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I know you’ve been so tired, but now you can finally relax for a little.” 

steve harrington is the biggest attention whore when it comes to affection.

you are lying on your bed with him, a book in your hands as he falls asleep next to you.

or so you thought.

while scanning the words on the yellowed page, steve prods your arm multiple times. when you ignore him, knowing it was his desperate attempt at getting your attention without saying your name, he redirects his pokes to the flesh of your cheek.

he lets out a desperate whine at your ignorant bliss and rolls over with a “hmph”. small mutters and mumbles sound from his mouth as you hide the grin pulling at the corners of your mouth. you haven’t failed to notice him looking over his shoulder at you, just to see if you’re looking back.

“y/n.” it’s quick, you would’ve missed him say it completely if you weren’t paying attention to him.

“y/nnnn.” he drags out the end of the word completely, while rolling over to look at you again.

deciding to see what he wants, finally, you set your book down and look at his warm eyes.

“steve.” it’s hard to believe someone could be so happy hearing their own name, but the heart-warming smile that graces his features delicately gives you no choice but to smile back.

he shuffles closer to you, planting his head in the nape of your neck and kisses it gently. “missed you.” he speaks into your skin, the words echoing throughout each fibre.

“it’s been 10 minutes.” you kiss the crown of his head, weaving your fingers through the boy’s impressive head of hair and rubbing his scalp while he makes a relaxed “mmm” that vibrates your body.

“too long. way too long.” he finally peeks up at you, before peppering kisses all over your face, erupting small hiccups of giggles from your chest and pathetic attempts to push him away.

he looks down at you, smiling back breathlessly.

“you’re so pretty.” he says, leaning back down to shower you with passionate pecks all over again.

keep my hand in yours

a/n: im so sorry for the wait anon, pls forgive me and accept some super fluffy fluff in apology <3

requested by anonymous

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve & reader are cuddlin’ on the couch and feelings are revealed (aka Steve gets his hair played with w a dash of friends to lovers) 

word count: 1.8k

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Steve doesn’t have a clue what’s happening on the tv screen.

He was the one who picked this movie, and he was pretty excited to see it, actually, but then, you settled in on the couch closer to him than you have in five years of friendship, close enough that your knee pressed into Steve’s thigh.

And it was all over.

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sweet nothing

1. tiny as a firefly.

There’s a lingering bite of winter in the morning air. You can’t remember Steve’s windows being opened last night but then again, you hadn’t been paying much attention to that. The bed grows cold without him lying next to you warming you up like the burning embers of a fire. 

A small breeze flutters the curtains. The air smells sweet, fresh like morning dew though it drives a shiver down the length of your spine. Steve’s old t-shirt’s done little to warm you up from the moment you put it on to brush your teeth this morning. You nestle yourself into the covers on his bed that still smell like him and now a hint of you intermingled. It elicits a small sound of bliss. 

The tap runs in the bathroom while Steve brushes his teeth. You hold a bundle of sheets close to you as you shift up towards the headboard. A tiny bit of heat creeps up your neck to your cheeks at the maze of clothes haphazardly left around his bedroom floor. 

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take me, so breathless (we could be reckless) (s.h)

masterlist

pairing: steve harrington x reader

desc: "let's get married." late night, whispered proposals, steve’s dream of having six daughters and general sappiness

a/n: based off the let's get married cover by mitski <3 it’s so pretty give it a listen or be lame forever!!

“You know,” Steve’s voice was barely a whisper, and lying next to him, you could feel it rumble in his chest, husky with sleep. “Fighting monsters, and nearly dying… it makes you wanna do the things you’ve always wanted to do. Before it’s too late.” He found your hand in the darkness, pressing the calloused pads of his fingers to yours before lacing them together, his fingers slotting perfectly in the spaces between yours. 

He felt your cheek twitch against his bicep as you smiled into the crook of his arm. His tan skin glowed a shade of deep blue as twilight crept in through the window. You had been up with him all night, the room silent except for the hushed breathing of those sleeping around you, and the rasp of your exchanged whispers.

“You’ve been fighting monsters?” Your finger reached up to ghost the raw, red line slashed across his freckled-sprayed neck, Adam’s apple bobbing beneath your touch. “I haven’t noticed.” 

His lips turned upward, a sweet, lop-sided smile, dimple furrowing into his cheek.

“Let’s get married.” He whispered. 

You Are In Love (part 2)

part 1 / part 2

synopsis You and your good friend Steve go on one of those not-dates that are totally platonic.

notes friends to lovers + fem!reader, Robin being wingwoman x2, lots of mutual pining and yearning, lots of sweet anticipation and fluff really!

a/n part 2 spans the second verse and some of the bridge 🫶

You aren’t sure why you’re so nervous.

Having known Steve Harrington as long as you have, you’ve been to his house more times than you can count. Were you an architect, you’d probably be able to draw up the floor plan with memories alone, grid paper deep and meaningfuls and warmer nights on the roof.

Perhaps the nerves are borne from the two months you’ve spent working together at Family Video. Total cliche, summer love on minimum wage, but there’s a terrifying tangle of new feelings the long shifts have encouraged to bloom. And it’s happening so quickly — tiny buds that flower and flower — a part of you is suspicious that they’ve been there all along.

As roots, you surmise, an unrequited something that’s been hidden beneath the surface.

Growing, now, they’re taken on a more physical form. Because it’s as though your veins have less gold in their rush, more adrenaline, poor heart thrumming and pulse a mess.

You Are In Love

part 1 / part 2

synopsis: Your good friend Steve has managed to get you a job at Family Video over summer break. The long shifts aren’t so bad when they’re broken up by light-hearted jokes, small talk and coffee though it’s the silence that’ll get you in trouble. (You can hear it in the silence — you are in love.)

notes: friends to lovers + fem!reader, lots of mutual pining and both parties being clueless (duh), Robin being the best wing-woman ever, an embarrassing amount of build-up, tw for cursing, mentions of cheating

a/n: hi 🫶 this is part 1 of 2, and spans the first verse and chorus of You Are In Love. Part 2 will be the rest of the song!

The sun peeks over the horizon, just.

It’s a shade of muted yellow that struggles to cut through blue, softened by a set of wan, cotton clouds.

There’s polarity in the way the sky looks and how you feel. Where the former is the negative end of an all-encompassing magnet, the latter is a rush of adrenaline; positive on positive until you’re all energy and impatience.

Today is meant to be your first day at Family Video, but you aren’t sure you’re going to make it to your shift on time. The well loved, hand-me-down watch on your wrist taunts you, eyes darting between its clock face and your deserted street with fretful haste.

Steve Harrington, your self-proclaimed lifesaver and more humbly, your ride, is nowhere to be seen despite promises of picking you up on time. You think he’s doing this on purpose.

You perch on the very edge of your porch steps, waiting, knee bouncing and foot tapping and fingers drumming rough concrete. Maybe you should have lamented the promise with pinky fingers twined.

Summary: Steve is determined to get his goodnight kiss. It doesn’t matter that it’s late and that he needs to drive to your house and sneak in. He just wants it.

Genre/warnings: fluff, established-relationship, a little clingy Steve, a little tiny bit of implication to smut but actually nothing— I’ve written it so you can read it in the way you prefer :)

Word count: 1.1k

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“And then we turned around and we were all gone.” You chuckle into the phone. Wiring the chord of the phone while lying on your back.

“No way!” Steve sarcastic grasps. “You should have seen his face. It was priceless!” Both ends of the phones are filled with laughter.

fine line I sh

I pairing: steve harrington x female reader

I précis: mutual pining and friends who act like they’re in a relationship before they actually are.

I content/warnings: cursing, mentions of food (snacks)

I word count: 1,027

“Steve’s hair is just, getting so long.” Mike teases from the backseat. “Too long.”

You wrinkle your nose at his comment, ruffling Steve’s aforementioned hair.

“No, Mike, are you serious?” You grin. “It looks good, suits him well.” You’re biting your tongue, carefully choosing your words, toeing the line between friendly compliment and flirting.

“Yeah, it looks good.” Max agrees quietly, looking up at Steve proudly. After everything he’s done for her, you don’t think the girl will ever insult him, even as a joke. She’s always on his side, even when the other kids are making fun of him.

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Chain Reaction

pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

warnings: Minor descriptions of blood n injury, one use of the word “dickhead”, nothing else. takes place before the one month timeskip at the end of s2, basically an hour or two after el bans the mind flayer

summary: you tend to Steve’s wounds. he kisses you. 

“Hold still.” 

It was quiet. For miles around. Or maybe that was just how it felt, in comparison to what you’d just experienced. You remembered the darkness of the tunnels. How stifling it was, how it was drenched with pure malice. The dog-like monsters rushing past your feet. The fire, and the smell of gasoline. 

Those thoughts and memories rushed like a flurry through your head, and you couldn’t stop your hands from trembling as you gently cleaned the remnants of blood off Steve’s face. Of course, he noticed your nervousness. 

You felt his hand land on your shoulder. “Hey.” His voice was low and soft, above the crickets outside. “If you’re tired, then I can do the rest myself. You need some rest.” 

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Fake It 'Til You Make It

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“Alright, I’ll see you in five, hon!” you chime as you hang up the phone on your best friend. Taking your bag off of its place on your closet door and swinging it onto your shoulder, you check yourself once more in the mirror before running down the stairs. Looking around on the table next to the door, where you all keep your keys, you can’t find yours. Trying to retrace your steps, you remember having made a beeline for the kitchen last time you came into the house, because your mom had ordered your favourite food in for after work and you really needed that.

Completely forgetting that your brother was going to have one of his friends over while your mom was at work, you get into the kitchen and walk straight into someone. Still completely in your own world, you blurt out a, “Sorry, hon!” as you keep looking around.

You’re pulled out of your trance by your brother loudly interjecting with an, “Uh-uh, pause. What the fuck is this?!” You look over at Dustin to see him pointing between you and the person you’d collided with. Who you now realise is Steve Harrington himself. Shit. 

— OOPS, I LOVE YOU. S.H.

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

summary: the 4 times you’re just best friends and the 1 time you’re not. alternatively, 5 things never to do with someone unless you want to fall in love.

warnings: kissing, swearing, mentions of drinking, throwing up from drinking, pretty much pg-13 fluff otherwise

author’s note: inspired by a tiktok sent to me by my lovely anon who is the whole reason I wrote this little thing until 5am in the morning lol, enjoy and let me know what u think as always <3

1. when he does that reverse driving thing.

Listen. You at least have the decency to feel a little bad about it. But you can’t help it! Steve may be your best friend, but damn it, you are not immune to the one hand on the steering wheel, one arm on your seat while reversing the car thing that instantly makes any guy more attractive.

A lot more attractive.

So attractive that you momentarily forget the reason he’s driving in the first place, which is to get the kids to the new arcade that opened up just on the outskirts of Hawkins. And you’re supposed to be giving him directions.

Feeling someone’s eyes on you, you turn a little to the back and find Dustin, squished between Lucas and Will, with a shit-eating grin on his face as his gaze flickers from you to Steve. You furrow your brows in a false display of confusion before turning back to your map, as though you don’t know that all the kids believe you and your best friend are harbouring feelings for each other.

Between States

steve harrington x fem!reader

Something wakes you up in the middle of the night, and as much as you want to go back to sleep, the quiet rain and warmth of Steve sleeping beside you is just too perfect to miss.

genre: fluff

warnings: brief mention of smut

word count: 1,200

part ii || masterlist

It takes a moment to realize why you’re awake. 

The house is silent, your family members asleep in their own rooms, or at least too quiet to be heard if they are up. Floorboards creak as they settle throughout the house, but that’s a familiar sound. The slow puff of Steve’s breathing sets a steady rhythm behind you, his arm tucked loosely around you even in sleep. 

Raindrops patter against your half open window, a quiet rush, too slow to be anything more than a light rain. It’s dark outside, impossible to tell the time by the light in your window with the cloud cover blotting out the sky. Maybe it’s very early in the morning, maybe it’s late and the deep grey of the storm allowed you to sleep in longer than usual. You can’t see the clock, it’s tucked away behind Steve. Even if you turned in his embrace, his shoulders are too broad for you to see over.