📥REQUESTS: CLOSED📥
So I began taking requests on my tumblr account [@yurtletheturtlehenderson] and so I decided to bring it here as well! This is who I will write for:
↦ Will B.
↦ Mike W.
↦ Dustin H.
↦ Lucas S.
↦ Eleven
↦ Max M.
↦ Nancy W.
↦ Steve...
Pairings:Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Harrington!Reader -[as always, reader is adopted!]
Requested:Can I get a Nancy Wheeler x Reader in which the reader is Steve's sister and comforts her after Nancy and Steve break up? Thanks!!
A//n:As always, yall are related through adoption cause inclusion <3 also this started as a fictober from LAST year and I picked it up again and just put in a different prompt and already this ask was old. So this request is like at least 3 years old oml im sorry. Lmao i mean,, hey that's my thing. I may usually take an ungodly amount of time but unless I specifically seek you out and tell you I've given up your request, I get it done eventually💀💀💀💀
Warnings: implied smut, but not really since I'm a terrified ace 🤙
Fictober Day 22:"no promises"
Gif Credit: hauntingofblymanor on tumblr
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Being the sister of King Steve Harrington was in no way boring, he made sure of that. Ever since you were welcomed home in diapers, you clashed at every turn. Everything was a competition, every meal at the dinner table was a fight to the death for the last plate of food, and fridge space was sacred territory to earn. It was neither your fault or his of course, but your father's; Mr. Harrington. A rather cold man, with unflinchingly rigid rules and standards for his children.
And yet, despite this and against all odds, you and your brother were shockingly close. The universe seemed to push you two together no matter how much you tried to stretch apart, and by the time you guys reached high school, you both stopped trying.
You were there when Steve attracted the attention of Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins and the rest of Hawkins High with his basketball skills. Girls started noticing him, the scummiest of guys would try to saddle up with you to get closer to him, or vice versa. Not that you let it go anywhere.
You were there, watching hopelessly as your brother's new craptactular choice in friends sucked him into this weird douchey bubble of popularity. This dragged you in by association but you never gave the nauseating duo the time of day or anyone else for that matter.
And you were there when Nancy Wheeler, an admittedly adorable and frustratingly sweet sophomore came into the picture. She had taken to your brother quite quickly as he had her, much to your frustration. You didn't quite understand it at first. Why it infuriated you so. Every time she became a blushing, giggling mess around Steve and not you.
And it wasn't until that fateful November night on your back porch that things began to change in many different ways. The unforgiving autumn air clashed with the tepid temperature of your pool creating an eery blanket of steam that floated across your backyard. The air wreaked of chlorine and cheap beer, and breaking through were the echoes of Carol Perkins's shrill laugh and your mother's stereo blasting Modern English's I'll Melt With You.
