Day Of The Dead | Steve Harrington X Reader

day of the dead | steve harrington x reader

summary steve likes you, eddie munson’s best friend, to the point of heart palpitations. you feel the same way about him [6k]

warnings fluff, getting together, mutual pining, first kiss, first date, eddie munson is a good friend, steve is hopeless, fem!reader, reader is hellfire club adjacent, reader is an overthinker and steve is a softie, pre-s4 post-s3, no s4 spoilers besides eddie + hellfire club existing

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The first time Steve sees you he’s smitten.

You’re sitting on the stoop of Eddie Munson’s trailer. Coolest girl he’s ever seen – and Steve doesn’t go for the edgy type. Crazy cool clothes, hair all messy pretty and your eyes edged in dark makeup, you’re fiddling with the cassette player in your lap, brows pinched in frustration.

Steve can’t look long. He’s dropping the lunch club off for some impromptu Hellfire gathering. The kids pile out, eager to see their new (no, Steve isn’t bitter) friend with a chorus of rushed, half hearted thank you’s.

You push the headphones off of your ears as his kids approach.

“Hey, Y/N,” they say, one by one as they enter the trailer and disappear from sight.

Steve is two seconds from leaving, swears, when he hears Lucas ask how you are.

“You know,” you say, voice quiet and immediately intoxicating. Steve watches as you slowly push two fingers between your shiny lips and pretend to blow your brains out. You drop on your back and lie there for a moment, chest rising with easy, breezy laughter. The sound draws heat to his cheeks, worse the sight of your naked thighs.

He’s hooked. He has to leave, quick, before you sit back up and indoctrinate him with your looks alone.

The next time he sees you is similar and not. You’re sitting on the ground outside the movie theatre. Again, Steve is playing taxi cab for his doofuses, though this time the thank you’s are slightly kinder, louder - he’d blown off a girl he didn’t stand much chance with in the first place to bring them.

“Love you!” Dustin calls, slamming the passenger door.

You drop the cassette player in your hands and lean your head back against Eddie Munson’s thigh. Steve takes a few seconds to realise you’re looking at him, head tilting this way and that to catch a glance at him through people’s legs.

“Who’s your friend?” he hears you ask Mike.

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅𝐅.

—pairings: steve harrington x female!reader

—summary: when steve struggles to confess his feelings to y/n, the children help.

—warnings: a soft, very soft and stuttery steve! bickering and humour.

—word count: 3.6k

—additional notes: i hope whoever reads enjoys <33 feedback always appreciated :))

Steve was growing more and more frustrated, hands stilling as they hold the money he’s been trying to count for over five times. However, he is constantly being interrupted while doing so. Not by customers… well, not the usual ones anyway.

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MIDNIGHT LOVE

summary: in which you find yourself in the company of jason todd at midnight in the manor.

pairings: jason todd x female reader

warnings: none that I can think of, fluff, jason todd loves jane austen

word count: 1k

a/n: this was inspired by @stxrryskygrayson’s recent jason fic i loved it sm <3 creds to the artist for the fanart, I’m fr obsessed with it

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The soft glow of the fireplace brightened up the room, it was silent except for the flickers of the flames and the occasional turn of a page, almost eerily silent if it was anywhere else except for Gotham.

The sounds of the busy streets could be heard from the Manor, the lights were off throughout the manor and the halls were empty as she tiptoed her way through the Wayne Manor. She had been there for a couple weeks as a favour from Tim who she struggled to look for that very moment. She hadn’t spoken to the rest of his siblings other than Dick, Damian preferred to analyse her from a distance and Jason rarely spoke to her unless he had to, which rarely happened since he’s hardly around.

“Damian, stop glaring at her like that.” Dick ruffled Damian’s hair, causing the younger boy to aim his glare at his brother instead, Alfred gave her a sympathetic look before continuing to move around the kitchen.

“Jay said he’d meet me in the cave twenty minutes ago, have you guys seen him?” Tim questioned as he walked into the room, causing everyone to shake their head in response.

It was late, she knew that but she also knew the Wayne family lived on an entirely different clock than the rest of the world and had hoped someone would be awake.

Even though many people come in and out of the Manor, she had never felt lonelier, everyone had their own jobs and vigilante missions they did at night while she stayed in the Manor, she felt like a ghost, wandering around the darkened halls to find company. She was grateful of course, anyone would love to be staying in a place like this, however she hadn’t known the price for luxury would be loneliness.

Making her way to the main room, she noticed the soft flickers of the flames in the fireplace, casting a soft glow in the room. The curtains remained open,

Allowing the twinkling lights of Gotham to peer into the room, from where she stood she could see a light beaming into the night sky, the recognisable bat signal that towered over the city.

She hadn’t noticed how long he had been sitting there until she heard the low rasp of his voice, unusually soft for someone who donned the name ‘red hood’ as a vigilante.

“you're just going to stand there?” He questions, eyes not leaving the book he read as he sat facing towards the fireplace.

The flames casted a warm glow on Jason’s face, causing his demeanor to look less intimidating than usual, he sat with one leg resting on the thigh of the other, his usual leather jacket had been discarded for a simple black T-shirt.

She didn’t realise she was staring until he mentioned it.

“So you’re just going to stand there and stare at me, huh?” He continued sarcastically before finally looking up at her.

“Oh- I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She finally spoke out, he shook his head in response, motioning at the chair across from him, asking her to sit.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, thought you left.” He spoke as she sat down, glancing at the books scattered on the table in between them and picking one up.

“I didn’t want to bother anyone or get in the way of everything.” She hesitated, eyes glancing over at the book in her grasp, taking in the worn cover and the annotations on the first couple pages, the unmistakable ‘property of jason todd’ scribbled at the front.

“Can I?…” she asked, signalling at the point in her hands, Jason nodded in response before going back to his own book, every couple moments or so she’d notice him jot something down on the edges of the page before continuing to read.

In her grasp was a heavily worn copy of pride and prejudice, she knew by the condition of it that he had read the book more than once. Each time he had read it he’d add something new to his annotations.

For a while the two sat in comfortable silence, as if they’ve done it a hundred times before, she didn’t feel the need to say something to fill the silence, allowing the words on the pages in front of her to take over her mind instead.

Occasionally she’d glance up and watch as he read, watching as his gaze moved across the page, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, she couldn’t help but admire him as he did so, knowing he was too busy in his own bubble to be disturbed by her actions.

Her eyes traced over the scars littered over his face and arms, scars that were clearly once knife wounds. Every couple moments he’d stretch his arms as if leaning his back on the chair caused him discomfort.

She was in awe of him, watching as his fingers gently turned the pages, the gentleness of his actions a stark contrast to his vigilante actions.

Her eyes would flicker back to her own book when she’d feel his attention waiver, not wanting to be caught by him but once his sharp eyes met hers she knew she was caught, quickly glancing back at the book in her lap to pretend she hadn’t been caught.

He cleared his throat, hesitating before speaking.

“You can keep the book, if you want.” He offered, glancing at the book in her hand, she followed his gaze before looking back at him, attempting to cover her surprise.

“I’ll give it back once I’m done.” She offered and he hummed in response, she stretched her arm out in front of her, reaching for a pen from the pack that were scattered on the coffee table before moving to add her own annotations to the book, brows furrowed in concentration.

She missed his soft gaze on her, watching as she flickered through the previous pages to add more annotations, missing the beginning of a smile to form on his face as he continued to watch her before shaking his head and focusing his gaze to his book.

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daddy’s girl, part one. jason todd x reader

summary 🔪: in which jason seems to be the only one who sees something off about bruce’s new adoptive daughter 

warning/s 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨: swearing 

slater’s note 🛁: this is going to go roughly but.. i’ll post part two later 

part one, part two

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now or never.

pairings. conrad fisher x fem!reader

about. conrad likes things simple, but you want more—turning things complicated.

warnings. foul language, underage drinking

ricky rocks. i kinda have a friend that looks like conrad AND has the same nickname, W.

“save me some, connie.”

your soft teasing voice fills his ears, your finger tip poking him in the cheek from where you stood behind him. it causes him to dip his head backwards to look at you, his soft brown curls falling back from his face as he smirks to you.

“thought you weren’t coming.”

“changed my mind,” you took a seat next to him from where he sat in a low beach chair. you could tell it was probably a good thing that you did come due to the beer bottles and heavy liquor stacking up by his side. it probably would have been a real lonely night without you, one he’d probably regret in the morning.

“well i’m glad,” his hand reached to you, touching the bare skin exposed beneath the cropped top you wore. his finger tips were cold making you shiver slightly as they grazed your hip bone to all the way up your shirt. “you’re so far.”

his head leaned against the back of his chair, focused so closely on you that it made you so nervous for no particular reason. the flames from the fire that you were both sat around gave a soft glow to his face that made your stomach twist in a jittery feeling.

he looked so pretty. and so calm.

“c’mere, baby,” his finger hooks within your waistband, tugging you lightly to get you up from your seat and come closer. you feel your body strike up in heat as you were now sitting on his lap and his arms were tightly pulled around you. “now i can see you better.”

“you’re a big goof, connie,” you push his hair from his eyes, shaking your head with a smile. “sometimes i actually think you like me.”

he laughs quietly, “why wouldn’t i like you?”

“you tell me,” you press your nose against his, closing your eyes, regretting the fact that you even said anything. you knew if the conversation exceeded those two sentences, it could ruin the balance.

what you and conrad had, was something you weren’t going to take for granted. everyone knew he was very picky with girls, so the fact that he chose you was something you took honor in. the only thing, this relationship, was hanging on by threads and could be easily rocked into the sea with lack of caution. there was no label, that’s what it was. no label to tie you two together, making it easy for prying eyes to capsize the relationship if they tried so hard.

“no,” he shifts slightly underneath you, pulling his face a bit from yours so he can look at you, to see your eyes and what was flooding through them. “what do you mean?”

conrad was more unbalanced when drunk, not unbalanced but empathetic. you should have known he would question. he surprisingly thought more deeper on things, didn’t let it go as easily opposed to when he was sober and wanted no problems. he wanted to know why, when, who, details, whatever. he wanted to clarify, otherwise while in clear mind, he didn’t care for fogginess and vague statements.

“talk to me.”

“i didn’t mean it,” you tried to smile, leaning closer to him in hopes he’d just let it go. “i’m joking, kiss me.”

he scoffed, “you mistake me for a fool,” his voice is highly amused but you can tell he’s not joking, and he wants to hear your truth. “you don’t think i like you?”

you pursed your lips, carefully conveying his face, trying to decide how you’re going to go about this because you can’t lie; he’ll know, he always knows, he can read you like the back of his hand.

“conrad,” your tone is hard and he can here the hesitation, he knows you don’t want to talk about it, don’t want to disturb the peace.

“be honest,” his fingers press against your cheek, almost pinching it teasingly before speaking again, “why do you think that?”

“you’re drunk,” you say, “maybe we should talk about this later.”

“if we don’t talk about it now, we’re never going to talk about it.”

right, exactly.

“i think… i really like you, connie, but you don’t really like me—like the way i like you,” you have your arms looped around his neck now as if holding him so he won’t get away. making the moment last. “i mean i should know better, but i can’t help but…” you stop pressing your lips against his.

“i think you think too much, y/n,” he taps your chin lightly, teasing, “i like you. i think you’re great, why are you so worried?”

“connie… i don’t know how to say this without seeming like a bitch, but everyone knows you don’t have the best track record.”

“and you’re everyone?”

“no,” you say fast. “no, but-“

“but what?”

“but why does it seem like we’re nothing? like we sleep in the same bed, but we’re still nothing to everyone.”

“why does it matter who we are to these people, y/n?” his eyes crinkle in the corners as he asks you this, his head tipping back in motion to the rest of the people on the beach. “you are so much better than that.”

“because maybe i want you all to myself and i want everyone to know that,” you mumble, almost feeling shameful, but he grins at the clinging nature that has suddenly came over you.

“then show them,” he chews on his bottom lip, looking up at you with smug look. “show them i’m yours.”

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you weren’t mine to lose. s. harrington , e. munson

alternate ending here !

pairing(s) —steve harrington x fem!reader & eddie munson x fem!reader ( separately )

summary —it took you running away for the summer for both you and steve to realise how much you meant to each other. it really is a shame that eddie’s heart got roped into it too.

word count —3.3k.

notes —this is based on taylor swift’s folklore love triangle, as well as a few other songs from the folklore album! the playlist below is a few songs that i listened to for inspiration while writing this! also, this is set in an au where none of the upside down shit ever happened because i’m not that good at planning things <3

tags —@outoftheregular @auroresce

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MUSIC BLARED while you watched shitty people make shitty conversation whilst drinking shitty beer. god, if you could have been anywhere else, you would be.

he should be back now, you thought. steve, the only reason you were even at this party, had left about 10 minutes ago to get drinks for the both of you. 

you sighed, picking at the sleeves of the jacket he gave you. why were you even here? you didn’t want to go to a party with people who you didn’t like and who certainly didn’t like you. why did steve want you to go so badly? was this his way of solidifying whatever was going on between the two of you? was this invitation him saying that those drunken kisses and silly smiles meant to him what they meant to you? that he was no longer ’king steve’ but simply ’yours’.

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