she/her | 25 | Masterlist
Poly!Lost Boys x GN Reader x Michael
Summary: It’s date night
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: swearing, touching, angst, arguments, flirting, lil kiss
I really cannot believe it took me so long to finish part 3 like…where did the time go?? It was almost an entire year…I just struggled to find the motivation but I finally did! Not sure if this is even good it’s so late when I finished writing lol, hope you enjoy!
Dividers: @saradika & @firefly-graphics
"but physical media is worse quality and will break with time" I DON'T CARE! I WANT TO OWN THINGS I LIKE! I WANT SHELVES FULL OF DVDS, CDS, AND A LIBRARY!
Paul is always a pain in the ass to draw, I don't even know why he is so difficult to sketch
Anyways, I realize they aren't wearing their earings at the photos I used for reference, but Dwayne is using that collar? It must be uncomfortable.
pairing: coach!steve harrington x teacher!reader
summary: your extremely professional relationship with coach steve may be under investigation by one (1) very observant six-year-old.
warnings: pure fluff, slightly suggestive, steve is just absolutely smitten, secret relationship, children being adorable, mention of marriage, post-s5 (2.3k)
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Little Eli Parker is zooming down the hallway on a Very, Very Important Mission.
Six years old, sandy curls bouncing wildly with every step, he's panting hard through the wide gap between his two front teeth. One of the Velcro straps on his sneaker has come undone, flapping wildly as he skids to a stop just outside your classroom door.
5B
He doesn’t come all the way in. Just peeks around the frame, fingers gripping the edge as he rocks back and forth on his heels.
You pause mid-sentence, lowering the book you’ve been reading aloud. A few students crane their necks to look.
Eli’s bright blue mesh pinnie hangs crooked over his T-shirt, smudged with chalk dust and tiny white handprints—making it very clear which class he’s just sprinted away from. His cheeks are flushed, chest heaving like he’d forgotten the ‘no running in the halls’ rule until the very last second.
“Hey, Eli,” you call out gently. “You okay, honey?”
He sucks in a much-needed breath, eyes wide. “Um… miss you haveta come with me. Coach Steve says you need to!”
You tilt your head. “Coach Steve?”
He nods solemnly. “He said it’s a ‘mer-gency.’”
The only reason I haven’t slept with this man Is because he’s playing hard to get.
(He’s fictional btw)
ur 20s are for consuming as much vampire media as possible just like ur 12 year old self would have wanted
Summary: You and Steve were never overly fond of each other…or at least you assumed the feeling was mutual. That was until he confesses how he truly feels in a public restroom after getting interrogated by Russians.
Warnings: Mentions of blood and throwing up
WC: 2.4K
“I’m like…pretty sure that mom was trying to bang her son.”
Steve was hunched over the water fountain in the mall right outside the cinema where you both just watched a small amount of Back to the Future.
Unbeknownst to Dustin, Robin, and Erica, you two decided to leave the very place they left you.
Just moments ago, you two were being interrogated by the Russians, Steve getting the worst of it. His face was beat up and covered in blood.
You on the other hand, walked out with just dilated pupils and bloodshot eyes.
You were both drugged and talking nonsense. This was probably the most you two ever spoke to each other without an argument ensuing.
You both hated each other.
Or rather, you thought you both did.
“Wait, wait,” Steve stopped you. “The hot chick was Alex P. Keaton’s mom?” he asked.
You leaned back against the wall, your wide eyes glancing to the side in thought. “Hmm, yeah, I’m pretty sure,” you hummed.
“But, they’re the same age,” Steve noted, dipping his head back down to take a sip of water from the fountain.
If you weren’t high out of your mind right now, you’d cause an argument. Was he an actual idiot?
You tilted your head. “No, but he went back in time,” you reminded Steve.
Steve scoffed. “Then why is it called Back To The Future?”
You rolled your eyes at his idiocracy. “Dude,” you groaned. Did he not watch the movie? “He has to go back to the future because he’s in the past,” you explained. “So, the future is actually the present, which is his time.”
Not hearing anything in response besides the water running, you slowly turned towards Steve, your vision a bit blurry.
He stared off into space, genuinely confused. “Wh…What?”
You groaned and rolled your eyes again, leaning off of the wall. “Move,” you told him. “It’s my turn,” you said, pulling him off of the fountain so you could drink some of the water.
Steve wandered forward a bit, staring at the ceiling, the lights twinkling. “You gotta check this out,” he told you, completely enamored by the twinkling lights.
You stumbling over, looking up to where he was. The lights dazzled like nothing you had ever seen before.
Your lips parted in awe as you smiled. “Woah.”
The more you two stared, the more the ceiling started to spin, the more the lights became brighter, the more that feeling in your stomach worsened.
You both darted to the nearest bathroom, going into your own stalls to throw up whatever you had been drugged with.
Disgusting.
It was silent for a moment as you two gathered yourselves.
You were lying on your back, legs propped up on the stall wall. Steve was in his stall, back against the wall.
You stared at the ceiling as it held its proper position within your line of sight. “The ceiling stopped spinning for me,” you spoke, breaking the silence, tone unlike anything Steve had ever had the pleasure of hearing. It was almost…kind. “What about you?” you asked.
“Holy shit,” Steve breathed out from next door. “You’re right.”
You couldn’t see his face, but he was staring at the ceiling, in thought. The drugs were worn off and you were actually talking to him, no harsh tone.
He kind of liked it.
“You think we puked it all up?” he asked, keeping the conversation going.
“Maybe,” you thought aloud. “Ask me a question.”
Steve sat up straight, an amused smile on his face. “Alright. When was the last time you peed your pants?”
You raised your brows. “Today,” you half joked, half admitted.
“What?” you heard Steve’s voice come from his stall.
“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw,” you explained.
Steve erupted in laughter, making you laugh as well. “Oh my God!”
“It was just a little bit though!” you defended yourself.
Steve smiled at your playfulness, something he never got to see. “Yeah, it’s definitely still in your system.”
You sat up straight as you laughed at his joke, making his smile grow evermore. “Okay, my turn,” you announced.
“Hit me.”
You tapped your chin as you hummed in thought. “Favorite part about having graduated?” you asked curiously.
Steve leaned back and contemplated being totally transparent or not.
Something, or rather someone, has walked into his life more often this summer.
Someone had made his heart skip more than a beat or two this summer.
Would he ruin your bubbly demeanor if he was honest?
Only one way to find out, right?
“I dunno…” he trailed off. “I guess finding this girl that I really like.” You pinched your brows together as he continued to speak. “It’s crazy. Ever since Dustin got home he’s been saying, ‘You know, you gotta find your Suzie.’”
You sat up straight. “Suzie?” you repeated. “Dustin’s girlfriend?” you asked confused. You knew Dustin had a mysterious girlfriend, one that many questioned the existence of, but you didn’t quite see any correlation.
“That’s not…that’s not really the point,” Steve shifted gears. “The point is, this girl, you know, the one that I like, it’s somebody that I didn’t even talk to in school…and I don’t even know why.”
You stared at the wall dividing you and Steve. It all clicked now.
It was unspoken.
It was unsaid.
But, you knew who he was talking about.
And he did too.
“Maybe,” he continued. “Because Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me or…I wouldn’t be…” he trailed off, slightly embarrassed by his previous stupidity. “Prom king.”
You blinked. You were never popular in high school, being nothing much but an outcast.
You envied Steve. He had it all, a group of friends, people liked him, he was popular.
But you, you were ostracized, and the type of crowd he surrounded himself with was the same crowd that made your four years of high school hell.
You assumed that he too had a distaste for you. After all, doesn’t who you surround yourself with reflect you as a person?
Apparently not in the case of Steve Harrington.
He had never felt that way.
“It’s stupid,” Steve continued. “I mean, Dustin’s right, it’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyways,” he admitted. “Because when I think about it, I should’ve been hanging out with this girl the whole time.”
This entire summer, you were in Scoops Ahoy, mainly to bother Robin.
That was until you were back to what you were always doing ever since you became a babysitter for the party. Fighting evil Russians and monsters from another dimension.
This entire summer, Steve finally tossed aside his high school mentality and saw what had been in front of him for years.
This summer, the tension between you two shifted.
You started to see the way he cared for the kids…for you even. You shrugged off that feeling, that feeling of…
Love.
Because in what world would you ever love Steve Harrington?
“First of all,” Steve began. “She’s hilarious. I feel like this summer I have laughed harder than I have laughed in a really long time.” You smiled softly at his words. You realized that maybe Steve Harrington wasn’t who you thought he was.
He saw you for you.
“And, she’s so smart and badass,” Steve added. “I mean, she literally fights monsters from another world and outsmarts Russian spies,” he said, referring to all your time spent dealing with the Upside Down.
“She’s honestly super cute too,” he went on, his face heating up a bit. “I wish you could see the way she looks when she scrunches her nose as she laughs, or the sparkle in her eyes when she cracks super secret Russian codes. She’s seriously unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.”
You smile slowly faded, as your negative thoughts consumed you.
No one had ever said nor claimed to feel like way about you before. Let alone someone like Steve Harrington?
He had to have been being disingenuous…right?
The thought of someone feeling so deeply about you scared you. What if they got too close just to leave?
You slowly dipped your head back, staring back up at the ceiling.
Not hearing you say anything, Steve said your name, tapping on your stall. “Did you just OD in there?” he joked, but he was nervous. What if he scared you? What if you didn’t feel the same?
“No,” you said, letting out a deep sigh.
Moments later, you watched as Steve slid under the wall into your stall. You scrunched your nose. “That’s disgusting.”
Steve shrugged, sitting across from you. “Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…”
You let out a small laugh, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a pack of gum, flashing it at him. You took a piece out and put one in your mouth, handing him the pack to take one, the last piece looking right back at him.
He thanked you and tossed it into his mouth.
It was quiet, the only sound being you popping the gum in your mouth as you stared at the floor.
Steve watched you intently for a moment, trying to get a read on you. Your knees were pulled to your chest, eyes hyper fixated on the tiles on the floor.
He couldn’t read you entirely, but he knew something was wrong.
“What do you think?” he asked, eyes focused on you.
You slowly looked up at him. “Think of what?”
“This girl.”
“She sounds perfect,” you said, lips pulling into the slightest, somber, smile.
“She is perfect,” Steve agreed with an affirmative nod. “And what about the guy?” he asked, slightly worried about what your response would be.
You swallowed, looking down at the floor and playing with your fingers. “I think…” you trailed off, eyes meeting his again. “I think he’s still on drugs. His mind isn’t clear.”
“Really? Because I think his mind is clearer than ever.”
Your expression softened at his words. You scanned his face for any signs of fault.
You could find not one.
You pulled your lips into a tight line. “It’s just…” you trailed off. “It’s just kind of hard to believe,” you admitted. “I used to think this guy was a complete ass hole, but now…I don’t know, there’s just something about him.”
Steve leaned in a little closer, intrigued. “Like what?”
You smiled softly. “He’s actually so kind,” you whispered. “And caring, and just so genuine. I think it makes the girl really, really scared.”
Steve’s face softened, his hand grabbing yours ever so gently, the contact felt grounding. “She shouldn’t be,” he reassured you. “Because this guy has never been sure about any goddamn thing in his life, but if he’s sure about one thing, it’s this girl. I don’t think there’s anything changing that at this point.”
His words hit like a damn truck.
He felt so raw and real.
He was so sure about you.
And now you were so sure about him.
“Steve,” you breathed out, eyes glancing down at his lips, his eyes looking down at yours.
“Yeah?” he whispered.
“I think I really like this guy,” you admitted, eyes locked on his.
Steve gave you a small smile. Those words just changed his entire being. You liked him back. “Good. Because I really like this girl.”
In one swift motion, Steve closed the space between the two of you, your lips locking for the very first time.
You gasped at the contact, but instantly melted into it.
You gently grabbed his face, careful not to hurt him where he had been hurt, which of course was his entire face.
His hands found the back of your neck, pulling you closer.
The kiss was hot and messy, authentic and real.
Perfectly you and Steve Harrington.
Your noses bumped into each other a million times, causing you both to giggle and pull each other back in for more, as if you couldn’t get enough.
It was intoxicating.
You both pulled away for air. You laughed, leaning back on the wall. “What is my life?” you asked aloud. “Did we seriously just share our first kiss on this dirty bathroom floor after you got your ass beat by Russians?”
Steve placed his hand on your knee, warm and grounding. “Okay, but this is like, so memorable. You know?”
“And kinda gross,” you added with a fake gag.
Steve gasped and clutched his chest. “Ouch! You think I’m gross?”
“No!” you giggled. “I just kissed your bloody ass lips, I don’t wanna hear it!”
Steve shrugged. “The iron taste was totally masked by the gum you conveniently had in your pocket.”
“Conveniently?” you scoffed. “What are you insinuating?”
“I dunno…” he trailed off. “You coincidentally had two pieces…kind of suspicious. Maybe you always wanted to kiss me.”
You laughed and dipped your head back. “Bullshit!”
“Nuh uh,” he said, wiggling his finger. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
You rolled your eyes. “You must be hallucinating.”
Steve laughed and dipped his head back. “First kiss on the bathroom floor,” he repeated. “Jesus,” he breathed out. “I’m so down bad for you.”
You laughed, covering your face with your hands, becoming more nervous. Steve reached for your hands, pulling them away from your face, admiring you. “Don’t hide that pretty face.”
Your cheeks heated up as you looked away, rolling your eyes. “If you would’ve told me five minutes ago that I’d kiss Steve Harrington, I’d slap the shit out of you.”
Steve laughed and shook his head. “Would that be before or after you puke everywhere?”
“Ew! Don’t remind me!” you gagged. The whole situation was quite disgusting. Steve covered in blood, both of you having just puked, and slumming it on the public restroom floor.
“Do you think this is like a kink or something?” Steve hypothesized.
Your eyes widened in horror. “What the fuck?! What are you trying to say?”
Steve shrugged with a smirk. “I don’t know, this is kinda hot. I’m kind of turned on right now,” he joked.
You bursted out laughing, as did he. The entire situation felt unreal. Emotions were running high, and for some reason, Steve Harrington was the funniest person on the planet.
Just then, the door busted open to reveal Dustin, Erica, and Robin.
“What the hell?!” Dustin exclaimed.
“Definitely still drugged,” Robin sighed, seeing you two sitting on the floor across from each other laughing like maniacs.
You and Steve looked at each other, bursting out into laughter yet again.
Who would’ve known that your first kiss on the mall bathroom floor would’ve been a silent, unspoken, the first I love you?
For Whom The Bell Tolls || Vampire!Steddie x reader
Summary: Steve and Eddie are looking for an addition to their relationship. And you’d make the perfect bride.
Authors note: This idea came to me late at night. I love spooky season. I mentioned Lestat and Louis for Eddie and Steve because I think there’s some parallels to them but not much. They aren’t meant to be exactly like those characters, just that they’re lovers and bring a third into the relationship.
Warnings: some dark themes. Some manipulation, smut (18+ only!!) slight dubcon (but reader is attracted to them and likes them, but they’re hesitate to it all.) vampire shenanigans, corruption kink.
It was late October. The leaves are beginning to turn a red-yellow color. Signaling the beginning of a new season, and the death of another. You were walking to the local library with a sweetened iced coffee. Even though there was a cool breeze, you still enjoyed iced coffee. You walked into the library, checked in with Donna, and moved to find you a table. You took your notebook out, along with your textbook and literature book.
I’ve read this so many times and it never gets old!!!
summary: when steve struggles to tell you about his feelings, rockin' robin helps him do it through song. (3.2k)
pairing: steve harrington / f!reader
contents: shy!fem!reader, radio host!stevie, friends to lovers, idiots in love, fluff, so so much yearning, canon divergence, so no real st5 spoilers, shameless movie reference (you'll know when you see it
*wink wink*), i also attached an audio down below to correspond with the song so be sure to listen to that with headphones pls and ty :D
Early mornings at the WSQK smell of fresh coffee and Steve’s cologne.
You sway side to side in Robin’s swivel chair with one foot curled beneath you and the other pressed to the plush navy carpet below. You tuck your palms into the sleeves of your oversized sweatshirt and wring your anxious fingers into knots over the thighs of your jeans. You watch, from beneath your lashes, as Steve Harrington preps for the morning show.
His golden hand curls around a red mug, still steaming when he brings it to his mouth. He sips gingerly at the rim while his chocolate-colored eyes scan the track list left on the clipboard by his desk. The hem of his grey sweater rises up his toned torso as he plucks each record from their assorted shelves and stacks them neatly with a practiced hand — Billy Joel, Psychedelic Furs, David Bowie, and…
“Is that The Smiths?” you wonder with a shy smile audible in your voice.
“Hm?” Steve hums into his coffee cup, eyes wide when he turns to face you. He swallows prematurely and grimaces when the warm liquid burns going down. He clears his throat and nods. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, it is— Charming Man.”
He flashes you the purple-white vinyl cover, and smiles at your smiling — as timid and quiet as he’s come to know you as. The words to say more rise in your throat, but get stuck there when you meet his eyes. There’s always a strange sort of tenderness in his gaze whenever he looks at you, all squishy around the edges with a softness you don’t know if you deserve.
Sam, talking about David: Can you come collect your man please?
Sam: He’s doing things.
Michael: No, I set him loose on purpose.
Michael: He needs enrichment.
Carmine Falcone x Reader
Warnings: NON-CON, age gap, power imbalance, mentions of organized crime
➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies | ➥ divider by @whimsicalrogers
Summary: Your friendship with Sofia Falcone is tested when her father decides you aren't just good for his daughter, but him too.
carmine falcone how i’ve missed you <3
Pairing: John Walker x short!reader
Word count: 850
Description: You leave quite an impression, short and sweet to be exact. John is obsessed. The way he can mandhandle you. Lift you up to reach things. Cage you under his body while his hand covers your entire face.
Tags/Warnings: no specific height mentioned but the whole thing is about being short, smut, size kink, John being down bad, dirty talk, praising.
Note: Someone asked me what I thought about John having a size kink with a short reader, so I just had to write a little something about this bc I'm 5'0 to be exact and I need a piece of that 6'2 man. Just a cute little something while I finish a longer angsty fic, enjoy 🫶🏼
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John Walker absolutely gets off on being big.
john walker 🫦🫦
