Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream

Originally posted by dacre-montgomery

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Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Working at Scoops Ahoy had its perks. Well one… Steve Harrington.

A/N: A lil som’ som’ for y’all sweetie pies. Let me know what you think please! <333 - C


“It’s a nautical day here at Scoops Ahoy, how can we help you?” you said with a smile as your sailor’s hat slowly shifted on your head, watching the mother and son that had just walked into the shop look at all of the ice creams in the cabinet beside you. The small boy pointing towards the multicolored ice cream, “That’s my favorite - It’s called Superman ice cream…” you chirped, gaining the boy’s attention, leaning over the counter to where he could see you better as you lowered your voice to a whisper, “Superman himself flew that tub of ice cream in from Krypton. Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve heard that it even can sometimes turn people that eat it into superheroes.”

“She’s telling the truth,” a voice chimed in, gaining your attention as you turned your head towards the noise, seeing Steve Harrington leaned over the counter along with you, winking at you before turning back to the little boy, “I’ve met him - Superman. He’s pretty cool.”

The little boy looked up towards you and Steve in amazement, mouth gaping wide as he pulled at his mother’s dress.

“We’ll take a scoop of that in a cone,” she spoke with a smile, placing her hand on his small head as Steve scooped the ice cream, handing the cone to the woman.

“Okay, that’ll be one dollar and fifty cents,” you smiled, taking change from the woman and sending the two on their way, “Have a swimmingly great rest of your day-”

A chuckle came from Steve.

“-What?” you laughed, turning towards him.

“A swimmingly great day, huh?” he teased, leaning against the counter, taking his sailor’s hat off of his mane of dark hair. You could never tell if Steve loved teasing you, or was actually flirting with you.

“Oh - Shut up, Harrington!” you scoffed, laughing as you tossed your sailor’s hat at Steve, “Even though I know you love to do it - there’s no time to be making fun of me tonight. We’ve got to have this place in pristine condition in about uh - thirty minutes, and you and I are the only one’s here for closing.”

Steve grabbed a cup from the stocked counter behind him, tossing it towards you after grabbing a cup for himself, turning towards the ice cream, “You like chocolate chip cookie dough, right? Or are you more of a plain ole vanilla kind of girl?”

You paused, watching Steve lean over into the ice cream cabinet as you stepped beside him, “How did you know that chocolate chip cookie dough was my favorite?”

He stood up, sighing as he looked down towards you, pouting his lips before they turned upright into a smile, “I’m a very observant person,” he said, holding out a cup filled with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, “Here ya go.”

“Thank you -” you smiled widely, trying your hardest not to blush as you took the cup from Steve’s hands, brushing your fingers together with his just enough to send chills down your spine, “- Here’s your cup,” you spoke, handing Steve the empty cup in your hands.

“Thank you,” he said, his hand completely cupping yours as he took the cup from you. Steve tongue licked his lips as his brown eyes looked at your hands touching, smiling as he peeled them away, now looking at you, “-Sorry..”

He was totally flirting.

“Don’t be,” you breathed as Steve took a small step towards you.

He gulped loudly, as if he was shaking himself from looking at you, “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes quickly found their way to the tiled floor, trying to avoid the oncoming awkwardness that was evident between you and Steve, “So uh - You and Robin.”

Steve paused from scooping his cup of ice cream, quickly looking at you with furrowed brows, “Me and Robin? W - What about me and Robin?”

“Aren’t you guys like - a thing?” you questioned, quickly eating a spoon full of ice cream, still avoiding eye contact with Steve.

He giggled, “No - No, no. Not me and Robin. Robin is cool - But not my type.”

“What is your type, Steve?” you blurted. Damn word vomit.

“Well-” he smiled, leaning his hip into the counter as he took a bite of his ice cream, “I like nice girls. But, they need to be funny. And have really good taste in music. Someone that’s down to do anything; like hiking, or just hanging out,” he explained, starting to look you up and down, “Someone that scoops ice cream.”

You stopped mid bite, finally making eye contact with Steve. He just stood there, still leaned against the wall, looking at you with a soft, knowing smile on his handsome face, “Wh - What - I’m sorry - Steve, what did you just say?”

“Someone that’s down for hiking,” he bit his lip, acting coy.

“After that,” you said, taking a step towards him.

“And hanging out,” he licked his lips, stepping towards you.

“Nope,” you stepped forward, sitting your ice cream on the counter beside you, “The one after that.”

“Oh -” he smiled widely, now stepping only a few inches from where you stood, “Someone that scoops ice cream.”

The two of you stood in silence as Tears for Fears “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” played in the background of Scoops Ahoy, locked eyes, feeling as if a force were pulling the two of you together.

“Do you know someone like that?” Steve questioned, placing his large hand on your shoulder.

“You know - I think I might know a girl that really fits your description to a t,” you whispered, stepping now almost chest to chest with Steve.

“Could you show me in her direction?” he retorted, leaning his face down closer to yours, filling your nose with his scent; faded Old Spice and menthol.

“She’s right here,” you bit your lip, leaning up towards Steve, feeling his breath on yours as you tried taking in this moment, seeming like it felt like it was out of your wildest dreams.

Was Steve Harrington really about to kiss you?

Your lips were desperate as Steve’s hand caressed your cheek as he cupped your face.

Then suddenly a loud noise came from the back, gaining both of yours attention.

“What the hell was that?” he murmured, turning towards the noise. His eyes widened as he pushed you behind him, “- Oh shit.”

“Oh shit what, Steve?” you asked in fear, balling up some of his shirt in your fist, feeling how fast his heart was racing.

Steve stalked towards the backroom of Scoops Ahoy, hands balled into fists as he pushed into the swinging door. Why you followed behind him, you didn’t know.

Nonetheless, you followed Steve into the backroom.

And what your eyes laid upon next, you had no idea how to explain what it was.

Monster? Creature?

Something completely out of your worst nightmares?

You went to scream, but Steve’s hand quickly found its way to your mouth, covering it as he swiftly brought you in between two of the freezers, holding a finger to his mouth, mouthing “Don’t speak.”


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Ahoy! (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Summary: A little mall romance

Warnings: None!

Word Count : 1,445

Requested by: @chims-kookies

Can you do a Steve Harrington writing where he’s working at the ice cream shop at the new mall and the reader works at the store across and he notices her, and one day she comes in for ice cream(becomes a refit occurrence because she likes him too) eventually the party notices and tries to set them up?

When Hawkins opened up its very own mall, every unemployed teen gathered together a resume and ran over to their favorite store to apply for a job. You were no different, as the Sam Goody’s’ on the second floor was looking for a ‘friendly sales clerk with extensive knowledge of popular music’, a description that matched you. There was no surprise when you received a call from the manager that you got the job and should come in that next Tuesday to help stock shelves.

Two weeks after your start date, you received your first paycheck. Deciding to treat yourself, you made your way to the Scoop Ahoy that sat at the forefront of the foot court. Being that it was a school night at 9pm, only half an hour before closing, the food court sat practically empty. Underneath the glittery neon sign, there stood the well known Steve Harrington behind the cash register, looking absolutely exhausted. But once he saw a customer approaching he sat up, and a small smile graced his lips.

The two of you never really talked before the mall opened. Sure you saw him in the halls and in the few classes you shared, but you were never paired up for projects, and your friend groups never overlapped.

In a forced happy tone the brown haired boy greeted you. “Ahoy, I’m Steve what can I get for you.” You couldn’t help but to softly laugh at the forced customer service voice, something you quickly learned after dealing with customers everyday was that voice.

“You don’t have to use the 'customer service’ voice with me Steve, I totally understand that you’re tired” you reassured him with a grin “I work at the Same Goody’s just across from you, believe me I’ve mastered that voice” The teen shared a genuine smile with you, and dropped the facade.

“Thank goodness, I’m sick of saying the same thing all day in that stupid tone of voice,” sharing another laugh, you two spent the next five minutes complaining about work and shitty customers. You had totally forgotten about ordering until you heard over the announcements “The time is 9:55, the store will be closing in 5 minutes.

"Shit! I forgot to order… I’ll just get 2 scoops of (your fav ice cream) in a cake cone please,” Steve quickly fulfilled your order while still joking with you. You could understand why he was so well liked around the school, he was such a charmer. “How much do I owe you?” you asked after receiving your treat.

“Nothing, it’s on me, think it as a thank you for making my last 10 minutes of work fun” you opened your mouth, but he quickly interrupted you “and before you protest I get 2 free scoops free every day, and after 2 weeks of having ice cream everyday, you get sick of it” You thanked him and let him clean up, heading to your car with a smile.

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still one of my actual favourite things :’)

Providing Protection | Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington x Reader, Dustin Henderson x Sister!Reader

Summary; Dustin enlists Steve Harrington to protect his older sister from the douche bags of Hawkins High. It turned out much, much differently then he was expecting.


Originally posted by hoppelessssssss

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Sweet Dreams 💦

Originally posted by bigbadroman

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Request: Billy Smut with doggy style.

Summary: Billy sneaks into your room after an argument with his dad.

Warnings: Smut, visuals. NSFW.

Authors Note: I’ve never done one with visuals before so I hope this is okay! I’m sorry I haven’t been posting as much lately, life got a little busy but I’m still here and can’t wait to write all the request you guys have sent in. 💕💕

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-meeting at school and he thinks you’re so cute right off the bat

-he would try the whole ‘play it cool’ thing but you’re just so gosh darn cute he finds himself falling head over heals in love with all the cute little things you do

-once you’re together he’s just so happy


-he loves telling you how much he loves you and hearing how much you love him


-he loves touching you. hand holding. arm over your shoulder. hugs. everything.

-he’s constantly smiling when you’re around

-him telling you about the Upside-down

-protecting the shit out of each other

-just ultimate power couple

-getting matching nail-bats

-the kids looking up to you

-being the mom just like Steve’s the dad

-”did we just sort of adopt six kids?

-Steve giving advice to your ‘kids’ and you immediately debunking his terrible dating advice

-the kids looking up to you guys and you’re perfect relationship thats built on love, trust and friendship

-stealing his shirts or sun-glasses

-matching Halloween costumes

-Dustin telling you all the cute things Steve says about you while you’re not around

-but Dustin also telling Steve all the cute things you say about him when he’s not around

-movie cuddle dates

-dates where you drive around and talk

-kisses where you both just end up smiling and giggling because you’re so in love

-never ever ever down playing how in love with each other you are

-studying together

-long phone calls on your land line that make your parents upset because they want to use the phone

-making a couple cassette tape of all your couple songs 

-sharing ear phones on your walkman

-being so in sync

-like you’ll both be listening to one of your kids and he’ll pull out a cigarette and you pull out a lighter and while still looking at the kids you’ll light his cigarette for him

-long make out sesh’s in his car

-constantly complimenting each other and there’s just so much positivity it kind of grosses everyone out 

-Max coming to you about having a crush on Lucas

-Lucas going to Steve about having a crush on Max

-totally setting them up together and then you and Steve watch them be cute like proud parents

-him leaving you little thoughtful gifts

-driving the kids around in his car and you blast music and sin duets together that make the kids sort of uncomfortable

-he holds your hand while he drives and the kids in the back are like “Steve! both hands on the wheel!”

-king of chivalry, if you’re ever cold, his jacket becomes your jacket

-you guys cant go 24 hours without seeing each other

-honestly, he’s my squishy little love boi

leave room for jesus.

Originally posted by harryandthecambridges

(steve harrington x reader)

request: Can you do number 8 on the dating prompt for Steve Harrington, pleeeeeease? (dating prompt 8: “Clear the way, senior citizen coming through! He looks 30, but he’s really 100!”)

summary: steve’s been nursing a crush on the reader for a loooong time, and when he finally sees the reader at the snow ball, well, let’s just say that this boy is speechless.

word count: 1,731

a/n: you know, i was gonna wait until tomorrow to post this, but screw it. who needs to ration out story posting anyway?

It had all started when Dustin Henderson had tried hitting on you. You hadn’t really noticed it at first, but then again, you were too preoccupied with making sure that those weird demonic dog things didn’t eat any of the boys alive. But there you were, standing in the middle of Joyce Byers’s kitchen while the lot of you were involved in some weird interdimensional situation that you still weren’t entirely clear on. More importantly, though, was that Dustin was hitting on you.

”Wait, what? Dustin, are you - are you trying to hit on me?” You blinked owlishly at him, watching as his cheeks flushed a little. “Dustin, I’m flattered, but I’m too old for you. I’m like, senior citizen level old for you.”

”What? Ew, no. I’m practicing on you. Steve said that I have to not care, and I need practice not caring. It’s like that, uh, exposure therapy thing.” Dustin had screwed his face up, scrunching his nose to really convey his distaste.

You let out a loud laugh, drawing Steve’s gaze towards you. He watched you for a couple of moments, ignoring the way that his heart was pounding in his chest. You’d only just been thrust into the more dangerous side of his life, but you’d been friends with Steve for years. And he’d been nursing a rather large crush on you for close to the same amount of time.

“Dustin, c’mon. Girls like it when you care. They eat that shit up.”

Steve let out a snort at that, to which you shot him a look. “Shut up, Harrington. He’s too young to get into the head game garbage.” 

”Why do you keep bringing up age?” The curly haired boy looked between you and Steve for a moment, frowning at the two of him. “If you’re senior citizen level, then how old would Steve be?” You had to think about it for a moment as you looked over to Steve, who was watching you carefully.

”He’d be like, a hundred.”

”But like, an attractive hundred year old, right?” Dustin’s words made you pause as you glanced over to Steve. He’d raised his eyebrows at you, a small smirk settling onto his lips as he waited for your answer.

”Sure. He’d be an attractive hundred year old.”

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Moved On

(Gif credit: allywantstofly)

Summary: After being rejected by her childhood crush, Steve Harrington, the reader looks for comfort in Billy Hargrove. 

It had been two months since Nancy and Steve broke up. And only a month since he stopped coming over to my house a couple times a week sobbing about her. Nancy… it was a shitty breakup. She led him on, told him she loved him, and then cheated on him. He was busted up, he was arranging his future around staying with her.

I always had feelings for Steve. The two of us grew up together, he was the neighbor across the street from me. He was my first kiss… when we were six years old. He lost his favorite tonka truck and when I found it for him, he planted a big ol’ kiss right on my lips.

We were attached at the hip throughout middle school, always doing our homework together, going to each other’s games and recitals. He and Nancy broke up, and I determined it was time to make my move.

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I’m Your Idiot

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Requested: By me, Actual Steve Harrington Trash™

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Y/N wasn’t planning on introducing Steve to her parents, but he had a plan of his own.

Warnings: I don’t think that there are any

Word Count: 1,386

A/n: I don’t think that this is that unexpected, but here we are, my first Stranger Things imagine. I hope that you guys like it, because I have a million ideas for this series! If you have any Stranger Things requests, please send them my way. Thank you to @secretschuylersister and @fragmentofmymind for reading this over. Also, here you go, @bullcrappery I hope that it lives up to your expectations!

Steve Harrington was standing on your front porch. He was in possession of one bouquet of flowers, one shit-eating grin, and a hunter green sweater that was tucked into his jeans. He was not supposed to be here. You’d specifically told him that you couldn’t hang out tonight, you were busy with family dinner.

Oh, god. You had told Steve about family dinner.

Steve had been asking about meeting your parents for months now, insisting that it was unfair that you had said hello in passing to his parents, but he had never met yours.

You blinked a few times, hoping that you were imagining him and that you could have a normal evening. But no, he was still there and if you waited much longer, he would ring the doorbell and you would have to explain this mess to your parents.

You threw the front door open, ignoring the smile on Steve’s face and stepping out onto the porch, closing the door behind you. “What are you doing here?” you asked, eyeing the flowers in his hand suspiciously.

“Well, you wouldn’t come over, so I thought that I would come to you.” He said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“You know that I am busy tonight.” you hissed, glancing over your shoulder, hoping that your parents would be too busy finishing dinner to notice that you had disappeared from the living room.


“No Steve, not actually. I told you that-” before you could finish yelling at him, the door swung open behind you. You held in a groan as you turned around to face your mother.

“Steve! I’m so glad that you could make it.” She said, ushering the two of you into the house.

“Actually, I ran into your beautiful mother at the supermarket earlier today, and she invited me for dinner,” Steve said, the condescending tone of his voice only apparent to you. “It smells delicious, ma’am,” he said, handing over the flowers.

Your mother fussed over them for a few moments, before announcing that she was going to put them in some water.

“You ‘ran into her at the supermarket’?” There was no way that Steve hadn’t planned this after you had let it slip that you had family dinner that night, and therefore couldn’t hang out.

“I had to pick up the bouquet somewhere.”

“You planned this.” you hissed, punching Steve in the shoulder.

“I had to. It’s unfair that you have met my parents, but I haven’t met yours,” he complained, sitting down in his usual spot on the sofa.

“I saw your parents in passing one time.” You said, pointedly ignoring Steve’s attempts to get you to sit beside him. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

Steve simply chose to smile at you, and grab your wrist, pulling you into his side on the couch. “I’ve been told before,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

You weren’t proud of the smile that slipped through your ironclad resolve, but Steve was laughing and there was no way that you were going to escape from the situation anyways.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” Steve was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

“What?” You were almost sure that you had misheard him.

“You didn’t want me to meet your parents. I don’t know, I just thought that maybe-”

“Steve Harrington, you are absolutely insane.” You said, sitting up. You forced Steve to look at you before continuing. “My parents are embarrassing and nosy, and even though I love them, I don’t bring a lot of people home.”

“Are you serious?” Steve’s voice was painfully soft, and you could almost feel your heart shatter.

“I just, I didn’t want to scare you off.” You refused to meet his eyes, choosing to stare out of the window.

You felt Steve’s hand gently wrap around yours, and his lips pressing onto your palm. “Me? Scared? Impossible.”

“Yeah?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Of course. I have my bat in the car.”

“You are such an idiot.” you laughed, snatching your hand away from Steve’s grip.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “Nothing is going to scare me off, you know. You are absolutely stuck with me,” he said, brushing the hair that had fallen in your eyes away.

“Kids,” your mom called from the dining room. “Dinner!”

“I think that’s our cue,” Steve said, sliding off of the couch and offering you his hand.

You stood up on your own, shoving him slightly, before making your way into the dining room.

You had somehow managed to make it through a family dinner with no issues at all, and it was all because of Steve. He made your parents laugh harder than you thought possible, while calming you down at the same time. He had even offered to help your mother clean up. You could hear the two of them cackling from the living room.

“He’s sweet”. Your father said, pulling your thoughts away from the laughter echoing through the house.

“What?” you asked, sure that you had misheard him.

“The boy, he’s sweet,” he said, not looking up from the newspaper in his hands. “The hair is a bit much for me, but he clearly makes you happy. And that makes me happy.”

You smiled to yourself, glad that Steve had made a good first impression. Before you could think of a way to respond, Steve and your mother turned the corner. They were both beaming, and Steve had a container of leftovers in his hand (a true seal of approval from your mother).

“You drive home safely, now.” Your mother said, taking a seat beside you.

You hopped up off of the couch and looped your arm through Steve’s. “I’ll walk you out,” you announced, dragging him out the front door.

“Thank you,” you said quietly as the two of you made your way down the drive.

“For what?” he asked, leaning up against the hood of his car. He placed the tupperware down beside him and pulled you closer, wrapping both of his hands around yours.

“Being yourself, I guess. They usually hate my friends.”

“Well, that’s why they like me.” Steve cut you off, before you could explain further.

“What are you talking about?” you said through your laughter.

“I’m your boyfriend. Of course they love me.” Steve said with a grin before placing a kiss on your cheek and standing up.

“That’s all I get?” Usually, Steve spent a while saying goodbye, placing little kisses all over your face before one more on your lips.

“We have an audience, babe,” he said, shifting his eyes between you and your front window a few times.

You turned around to see your parents both hovering by the window. They at least had the decency to scatter once they realized that they had been found out.

“I can always make it up to you later. My parents won’t be back for a week,” he said with a cheeky smile, sliding into the front seat of his car.

“Maybe,” you said, closing the door behind him. “We’ll see.” You leaned down to kiss him goodbye properly as he started the car.

“Speaking of my parents, I told them that you would be coming to dinner next week.”

“I’m busy that day,” you said automatically.

“I never said what day.” he laughed, knowing that he was winning.

“I’m busy every day, Steven.” You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face made your facade less convincing.

“Next Thursday, at seven?” he asked, his hand reaching through the rolled down window to find yours.

You nodded, trying your hardest to hold the smile back and failing miserably. He held your hand as the car rolled out of the driveway, maintaining contact for as long as possible.

“I love you!” he yelled, as he drove away.

He was long gone before you managed your reply, too caught up in listing all of the ways that you loved him in your head. “I love you too,” you said quietly, before making your way inside, unable to suppress the enormous smile on your face.

Steve Harrington may have been an idiot, but he was yours.


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Imagine of being Dustin Henderson’s older sister and getting protective (cause y'all are close) when he realizes Steve likes you??

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“Woah! Woah woah woah!” Dustin blares, grabbing Steve by the wrist and tugging him away to a more secluded area as the rest of the team continues working without a hitch. “What the hell, man? That’s my sister!”


“My sister! I see you checking her out!” Dustin whispers harshly, “Not cool, dude. Not. Cool.”

Steve’s eyes immediately wander to you. Max and Lucas are setting up the traps whilst you wander around the junkyard in search of something sturdy to guard the bus with. You had been called as soon as Dustin kidnapped Steve to go hunting the Demogorgon. To be fair, you aren’t exactly sure what is going on, nor what a Demogorgon is, but if your little brother demanded assistance, assistance is what you were willing to give. Finally, it seems like you found something to your liking, inhaled a deep breath and latched your fingers under the rusty metal to drag it forward. By instinct, Steve sways in your direction, fully intending to go help you (and show off), but Dustin hits him up the arm and he turns back to your baby brother.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve shrugs. Okay, so maybe checking you out so obviously wasn’t the best move on his part. Making sure to pull you away from the kids so the two of you could talk wasn’t either. Not like he could help it. After Nancy…The break-up really messed him up, but…It also made him think. That perhaps he didn’t love Nancy as much as much as he thinks he did.

“Oh, I think you do.” Normally Dustin would grin at such silly situations, but your welfare is no joke to him, “Now listen here, Harrington.” He takes a step forward, frowning, “If you hurt my sister, I’ll kill you. I swear to fuck, you will be dead.”

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Run To You: Part Three

Originally posted by bigbadroman

Originally posted by mistress-gif

Part One   ♔   Part Two

Word Count: 3,544

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Warnings: SMUT 💦, swearing, mentions of abuse/violence

Disclaimer: I do not condone Billy’s behaviour or views on the show, nor do I intend to romanticise racism or abuse.

Authors Note: I got a bit carried away on this one lmao. Hope you all like it! Let me know! I’m also accepting requests for Stranger Things. To everyone that has read the previous parts and sent me messages, thank you so much! Your support means the world to me. Also so many thanks to @juiceboxxortiz for reading through and checking it even though you don’t watch Stranger Things. You are the best 💕💕💕

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You Bet

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader


  • Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader … Honestly IDK what you wright. I am just a sucker for Steve The Mom™ and his bromance with Dustin. Would love for Dustin to have a sister or cousin or something and the Reader getting roped into Dart shenanigans. PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ
  • Can you do an imagine with Steve Harrington, were the reader is really badass, and kills one of the demogorgons, and steve starts liking her?

Word Count: 3038 (suuuper long I kinda hate it)

Song: No song for this I kinda just blasted the whole soundtrack for two days straight

Summary: Kinda exactly what the requests say but if you didn’t read it it’s essentially Steve being Mom Of The Year and you being Dustin’s badass older sister that Steve falls for after seeing her in action while fighting the demodogs.

Warning(s): Violence, swearing, I think that’s it????

Author’s Note: I’ll do a smutty part two if y’all want it like I’ll probs do it anyway let’s be for real

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Don’t Freak

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

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“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.

“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.

“Go on then,”

Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.

“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.

“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.

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