“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna wear your Scoops uniform as a costume this year.” You sighed, shaking your head once he ran down the stairs at the first sound of the doorbell.

“I’m a sailor. And it was my spare, not getting any use since that thing destroyed the mall.” Steve adjusted his attire and put his hat on, which you noticed was altered to cover the “AHOY!” written across the front. “Aren’t you gonna answer the door?”

“Don’t get your ‘britches’ in a twist, sailor boy.” You finally opened the door and a chorus of trick or treat’s greeted you, a half dozen kids waiting with their bags open.

“One for you, and you, and you,” Steve counted out as he plucked piece by piece from the candy bowl and dropped them in each basket and bag, “woah, Star Wars, nice. I just watched that at work the other day.” He high-fived the young Jedi and you sent them off on their way.

“Happy Halloween, guys!” You waved and looked over at Steve. “I miss those days.”

“Yeah, same.” He nodded. “When did we get so old?”

Skin

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings: just a scar mention!!

a/n: willow!!!!! hope ur well!!! sorry this took forever and is kinda short 🥺🥺 <3 u

prompt: @mrs-steve-harrington: “As for a request (very excited to see that it's song prompts!): Skin by Sixx:AM. Steve Harrington, Stranger Things, and romantic. And absolutely NO worries if this doesn't inspire any ideas, I won't mind. But congrats again on your followers :D”

Fragility. That’s all they saw when they looked at you. You may have all gone through the same battles, but they’d still tiptoe around the facts when you were around.

Of course you were emotional, you hated the thought of the things you saw, the things you had to do to survive. They forget that you pushed limits they hadn’t even considered were possible. You had scars from horrible things you did for the greater good.

But Steve knew better than to act like you were weak just because you couldn’t always handle the memories. Steve knew you were stronger than anyone else he’d ever met, or fought with, so when he started to notice your friends treat you more delicately.

“They just can’t handle what you did for them, y/n. They can’t handle that they had you resort to that.” Steve whispered to you, rubbing your back gently and tracing the prominent scar through the fabric of your t-shirt.

“It’s fine, Steve. I can’t control if they’re uncomfortable.” You whispered back, which others quickly noticed. It wasn’t long before they started whispering, too. It was funny, though. You went to great lengths to protect them, maybe now they were just trying to protect you.

“Bullshit, half of them wouldn’t be here without you.” People were starting to notice your sideline conversation and little glances around the room.

“Is there something wrong?” Nancy interrupted, almost as if she were annoyed by the way you two left the rest of your friends out. Awkward silence and the clearing a throat or two within the room followed as you looked over at your boyfriend. You merry chuckled at the question after a few moments and Nancy cocked an eyebrow.

“No, not at all.” You offered a kind smile to her and the rest of your cautious friends, lifting your bag off the ground beside you. “But I gotta cut this meet short, right Steve?” You stood up and Steve didn’t waste a second to follow.

“Yeah, gotta get out of here.” He grabbed your hand tightly and you took to the door, waving bye to everyone.

“See you next time.”

I’ll Be Loving You Forever

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello!! Congratulations on 6K followers!! 🥳 Can I please request a song prompt fic for Steve Harrington x romantic!reader + I'll Be Loving You (Forever) by New Kids On The Block, please? Thank you so much!!! x”

“Stop staring at them, idiot.” Robin swatted Steve on his bicep, knocking him straight out of his daydream.

“Should I propose to y/n?” Steve immediately asked her, looking over to see her dumbfounded expression.

“Oh! This!” Steve ran up the aisle of RadioShack and pulled some weird, wacky gear off the shelf. “For Henderson, yeah? I think he’d love it.” He held the box up, but you were paying more attention to his wide smile.

“Steve, how are you gonna afford something like that?” You slowly helped him put the box down and his shoulders slouched as he realized you were right. “I know you wanna get the kid—all the kids something nice, but it’s really the thought that counts. Maybe we could find some stuff more in-budget at Melvald’s? They have some cool stuff, too.”

“Yeah, that’s not such a bad idea.” Steve scratched the back of his head and nodded. “Yeah, let’s get a move-on. Christmas shopping is a goddamn nightmare, y/n.”

“Tell me about it.” You pushed past the other customers in the crowded store and exited, heading to Steve’s car, barren of all Christmas gifts. Today was going to be a long, picky day.

“I don’t know how to do this either.” Steve half-chuckled while scrolling through your notes. “I can try, though. Uhhh…” You stared at him while he read through some examples within the textbook and finally, something clicked in his head. “Ok, wait. I got this.”

“You sure?” You asked, tapping your pencil against your most recently returned paper, where the “D” drawn in red ink was near the top corner. “I could always ask Nance or Robin?”

“No way, I got this. Let’s get crackin’ on these questions. Slope. What is slope?” He paused a moment. “I definitely know this one. Don’t help me, I’m helping you. We got this.” You pointed to the definition of slope in the textbook and he read it over. “Right! Right. See? Baby steps.”

“Steve, please, you gotta come with me.” You chased him from the kitchen to his room as he kept refusing your request. “No one’s gonna mess with me if you’re with me, I just want to trick-or-treat for an hour or two.”

“I don’t really want to follow you around the neighborhood, especially not with all the obsessive moms out there.” Steve explained, trying to shake you off his tail, but you didn’t give up so easily. “I’d rather go to a Halloween party. Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day.”

“Dude,” you rolled your eyes as he ruffled your hair and pushed your head away, “you’re gonna tell me you’d rather hang out with the dickheads from school than split a giant bag of candy with me.” Steve paused and turned to you wide-eyed.

“How much candy are we talking?” Your brother raised and eyebrow and you knew you hooked him.

“If I start early enough? Two full pillowcases by nine.” You smirked and Steve stared in disbelief. “I always have a backup costume that covers my entire face and body during round two, score every time. I just need backup for the night. You in?”

Stick it to the Boss

Robin Buckley/Steve Harrington x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hi Lacey! Can I please request a one shot with Steve/Robin x reader (Platonic) where reader is a new worker at scoops ahoy. They are a couple years younger than steve and Robin but really lovable and genuinely nice person so they immediately befriends Steve and Robin. And they both just adore them. One day reader is late to work so they’re boss gets really angry and starts yelling and stuff. So when the boss is done screaming at them they go back to work and tries to just brush it of when Steve and Robin is concerned. Eventually they start crying and when Steve notice he goes full “mom mode” and comforts them with pep talk and a bunch of hugs while Robin goes to find the boss so she can cuss him out. Both of them just acting like parents to their sweet friend. A fluffy ending.

Hope you have a great day!”

You collided with the doors of the mall entrance, dropping your sailor hat, textbook, and a few homework pages upon impact. These weren’t things you could just leave behind, so you kneeled down to gather your scattered belongings as mall-goers walked on by, leaving footprints on the papers you couldn’t grab in time.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You muttered to yourself while clutching to your necessities, you were already late for work, you were just hoping your boss wasn’t there. Friday night at Scoops Ahoy was no joke, they could be buzzing as you stumbled towards the store. Almost there...and, “Sorry I’m late!” You shouted before leaning your head back and taking a clear breath.

“Dude,” you swiveled your head that was propped up by your palm, grabbing Steve’s attention, “I never realized how boring you were.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Robin’s a year younger than us. It feels wrong to do anything without her.” Steve argued, sinking into his seat and glancing up at the clock, which was nowhere near the time the two of you were hoping for. “Wanna go to the movies?”

“Again?” You sighed and took a look at the clock yourself. “Yeah, whatever. You’re driving.” You shrugged, figure this is what would pass the time for the third (same) outing this week. God, you can’t even remember your life without Robin. How did you stay sane?

Steve shuffled into the living room with his each of his hands wrapped around the handles of two hot chocolate mugs. “Hot, hot, hot!” He whispered under his breath as drips of chocolate fell to the carpet, causing him to use his sock to rub away the stain. “Don’t tell my mom about that.”

“I won’t,” you chuckled, reaching for the smaller mug since Steve wouldn’t dare give up the bigger one, “cross my heart.” You watched Steve fiddle with the VHS player and pop in A Christmas Story, then retreated back to the couch, nearly spilling your drink as he fell into the cushions.

“Whoops, sorry.” He mumbled while pulling his favorite fuzzy blanket over each of your shoulders. First, one arm of his wrapped around your back to hold you near, but that wasn’t good enough for him. A second arm fell over your stomach and Steve pulled you as close as he could, nuzzling his face into your neck just enough so that he could still peek out at the television. “Love you.” He spoke onto your skin.

“Love you, too.”

Headcanons for spending Halloween with Steve and Robin

Steve Harrington/Robin Buckley x reader

warnings:

a/n: troy harrington troy harrington hes steves brother i swear to god

prompt: anonymous: “If requests are still open could you do some hcs for spending halloween with steve and robin from stranger things?”

Come With Me

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings: like, alludes to The Dirty(tm) but nothing extreme

a/n: happy birthday to @wolfish-willow !!! willow, you amazing soul, i hope you have a truly amazing day and i ✨also✨ hope you lie your present! stay awesome, MWAH!

prompt: steve wanted to give y/n a weekend they’d never forget

“Chop-chop, let’s go! Get packin’, get snackin’, we gotta hit the road!” Steve marched around your little apartment while you broke down into a fit of giggles over how cute he was. “Here, you need some help with that?” He picked your suitcase up and set it on your bed, then completely ran out of the room and left you to deal with your clothes.

Stealth Mode

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings:

a/n: no longer taking prompts!!

prompt: @wolfish-willow: “Steve Harrington + situation prompts (kisses) #6? (If it works for you, no pressure!)”// 6: Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

This is not the way you thought your Fourth of July would turn out, but Hawkins had a funny way of attracting pure chaos and dragging you right into it. No, you’re friends dragged you into it.

“Steve, are you kidding me?!” You lectured him as he laid on the bathroom floor with Robin. “The Russians are going to kill us. Get up so we can leave!” You tugged him up by the arm and the group followed you along and into the crowd of moviegoers.

“It’s fine, y/n. We’re safe now, see. Look at all these lovely people. And no Russians.” He motioned to the people around him before freezing at the sight of...you guessed it, Russians. “Oh...” He mumbled.

“We’re gonna die.” Dustin only seemed to cause more panic within the group as he said this.

“No, no, we’re not.” Steve tried to do some of his world-famous quick thinking, the moment a Soviet soldier laid eyes on him, he leaned down and kissed you passionately with your friends as his audience. Now when he pulled away, they Russians were unsurprisingly still coming your way.

“What was that?” You asked while guiding Steve and the kids away from trouble.

“I thought they’d be thrown off! Like, maybe they wouldn’t suspect me kissing you and they wouldn’t think it was me? Or they’d get uncomfortable looking this way and skip over us...” Steve tried to justify his plan, you only shook your head.

“Steve, are you still high? You’re wearing a blood-stained sailor uniform.” You paused to survey the area and found a decent spot to hide, getting Dustin, Erica, and Robin to hop behind the counter and stay put.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time!” He whispered to you as you pushed him in the direction of the hiding spot.

“Oh, I’m sure. Come on.” You hid with the others, trying to keep quiet so that you weren’t caught by the bad guys who were apparently trying to kill you, but Steve just couldn’t stop rambling from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry that I’m trying to save our skins, someone had to. I don’t hear any ideas coming from you, alright? Besides ‘run.’ Well, are we running now, I don’t th—” You cut Steve off with a kiss of your own, completely disgusting your teammates as you continued on, deepening this kiss to keep Steve quiet so that you weren’t discovered. You suddenly heard a crash and thought it may be a good time to stop.

“That’s how you kiss someone to save the day.” You proudly told him, admitting it was just a distraction. Or maybe it was real, only time would tell.

Damoiseau in Distress

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings: the truth serum drug thingy from s3, puke mention, gun mention, makeout session(?)

a/n: Vou bem obrigado! Tive que traduzir, mas acredito que entendi! Também estou digitando esta parte no Google, desculpe se não faz muito sentido. Eu espero que você goste desta escrita!

prompt: anonymous: “oiii, tudo bemm? Vc poderia fazer um imagine em que o Steve Harrigton estava drogado e a Y/N proteje ele já que ela lutava melhor kkkkk,aí no final ele se declarava pra ela e rolava uns amassos bem calientes. PLEASEE! Me desculpe,espero que dê para entender, pode estar um pouco confuso, porque eu não falo inglês kkk THANK YOUUU!” -> “hi, how are you? You could make a picture that Steve Harrigton was drugged and Y / N protect him since she fought better kkkkk, then in the end he would declare himself to her and he would make some very hot snogging. PLEASEE! I'm sorry, I hope you can understand, you may be a little confused, because I don't speak English kkk THANK YOUUU!”

“You have got to be kidding me.” You groaned when you found your two former classmates on the floor of a secret Russian base, each as high as a kite. You threw your head back and sighed as the two kids you were “babysitting” waited for you to say something. “Alright, you two get Robin, I’ll get Steve.” You instructed while untying the two from the chair.

“Y/NNN!!!” Steve giggled. “My hero!” You rolled your eyes and pulled him to his feet, which took some getting used to for him. “Woah! The floor is jelly. My legs are jelly.” He mumbled, you just ignored him and kept on with the kids an Robin behind you.

Sunset

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings:

a/n: 😘

prompt: @wolfish-willow: “Gonna give this a shot: for the 5 words event, Steve Harrington with light, happy, trip, pink, night (hope these are okay) ❤❤❤”

“Come on, I swear it’ll be worth it!” Steve pulled you up this never ending hill on the outskirts of Hawkins, promising that this trip had a purpose and you were going to ruin the surprise if you kept asking.

“How much longer until we can rest?” You slowed your steps uphill, panting over the hike that wore you down.

“We’re almost there, just a few more minutes.” Steve yanked you by the arm and you powered through the home stretch of the trek, wishing every step was the last. “Okay, now we’re here!” He cheered, being at your final destination made you happy enough, but you were delighted to see the pink sky in all its glory, light finally fading into night.

“Wow, Steve...” You mumbled as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “That’s beautiful.”

“Well, I didn’t know you brought a mirror up here.” He teased, giving you an opening to poke him in the side.

“Yeah, yeah, Harrington!” You said as he squirmed. “Seriously, this is amazing.”

“I told you.” He leaned over to give the top of your head a kiss. “Always listen to King Steve.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You patted his chest and leaned in for a hug, watching the same sun set for the evening. “What’s that metal hunk-of-junk, though?”

“Oh, that’s Cerebro. Dustin built it, it’s like a big radio or something. I dunno.” Steve shrugged as he rubbed your back, ever-so-slightly swaying from side to side. “Doesn’t matter, though. All that matters right now is us.”

Headcanons for being Steve’s best friend and dating Robin

Robin Buckley x fem!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello could i request headcanons for dating robin buckley and being steves best friend ? ( Fem reader )”