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steddiealltheway · 6 months

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(I have just hit a very nice (silly) milestone of 6969 followers, so I wrote this little ficlet to celebrate and thank you all for always being so supportive 💛 I hope you enjoy)

Everyone is shocked when Steve and Eddie announce they’re moving in together.

But, to Steve, it’s really a no-brainer. Robin is going away to college, the kids are starting to get their licenses and no longer need a babysitter, and Eddie desperately wants to get out of Hawkins.

So, Steve bought a map, measured the distance between Hawkins and Robin’s college, and marked a spot right in the middle.

Okay, so maybe it ended up being in the middle of a river, but there was a town near there that was perfectly not too far from Hawkins while being far away enough for Eddie to feel safe. As well as being far enough from Robin to give her space at her new school while being close enough that she could easily spend the night at their place whenever she wanted.

But distance wasn’t a problem for anyone, they were mainly concerned about how Steve and Eddie would live with each other and not kill each other.

But after a few weeks, Steve can confidently say that living with Eddie is… nice actually.

Really really nice.

Of course, he had been a little concerned about all their differences and adjusting to having someone always around, but Steve enjoys the company.

Actually, he specifically enjoys Eddie’s company.

Sure, he can be loud and a bit messy, but Steve loves that their small apartment actually feels like a home.

Whenever Robin stops by, she comments about how domestic they’re getting. Especially whenever Eddie randomly appears with a cup of water not even seconds after Steve mentions he was getting thirsty.

But what Steve fails to mention to Robin are all the little other things Eddie does, like when it’s late at night and Eddie brushes the hair off of Steve’s forehead and says, “It’s a little late for me to see those beautiful eyes still open."

Sometimes when they're watching a movie, Steve will fall asleep and wake up to Eddie carrying him to bed as if it's an easy thing to do.

And yeah, maybe Steve finds it overwhelmingly hot, and maybe he clings a little tighter whenever Eddie tries to put him down so they're stuck in a tight embrace that Steve can wave off as a result of being half asleep.

But sometimes Eddie's eyes linger on Steve a little longer than they should or Eddie will throw his arm over the back of the couch and let his fingertips lightly trace over Steve's shoulder or run through his hair gently as if he doesn't even notice himself doing it. And it makes Steve think that maybe, just maybe, Eddie might have feelings for him too.

But just when things are going great, and Steve is thinking about testing the boundaries of their friendship to push more into romantic territory, Eddie starts fucking with him.

The problem is, it's not anything big or obvious that Steve can just laugh off. Instead, Eddie starts messing with the thermostat. The thermostat Steve likes to keep strictly at 71.

But Eddie has decided to set it to 69.

At first, Steve just adjusts it, wondering why Eddie is bumping it down when he's always cold and wraps himself in a blanket, complaining that 71 is too cold.

After two days of back and forth, Steve wonders if the thing is just broken because he hasn't actually seen Eddie mess with it. So, he wanders to Eddie's room and knocks on the door lightly before opening it.

Eddie lays back on his bed with a smirk on his face that instantly alerts Steve that Eddie has in fact been messing with him.

He crosses his arms and leans against the doorway. "Have you been messing with the thermostat?"

Eddie shrugs and comments, "Maybe."

Steve frowns, not sure what the hell kind of game Eddie's playing at. "Well, can you maybe leave it at seventy-one?"

"And if I don't?" Eddie challenges, cocking his head to the side, "What are you going to do about it?"

"Change it back to seventy-one," Steve replies easily. He feels like he's missing something when Eddie's face falters a bit, but he hopes it's just him getting the message to not mess with it. And just in case he doesn't get it, he shuts the door a little more firmly than usual.

Only, two days later, Steve happens to notice that the thermostat is set to 69 again. He scowls and presses the button twice before going off to Eddie's room and knocking on the door again a little harder than usual, wondering why Eddie is trying to mess with him after they had been having such a nice day.

"Come in!" Eddie chirps.

Steve swings the door open and rests his hands on his hips. "You changed it again."

Eddie shrugs and leans back on his bed looking overly comfortable. "Just setting the mood."

"Yeah, you've set the mood, and you set it to annoyed. Stop changing it," Steve says as he starts to close the door. He stops as it's about to close and peaks his head back in. "Please."

With that, he thinks he's done with the whole thing. And after a few days pass, he's pretty much forgotten about the whole incident.

That is, until Robin comes to visit and suddenly asks, "Does it feel slightly colder in here to you?"

Steve groans and walks over to the thermostat, seeing the number 69 staring back at him. He's not sure when Eddie changed it, but he's not even currently there so Steve can yell at him. Instead, he just complains to Robin, "Eddie's been fucking with me and changing the thermostat."

Robin snorts. "Isn't he like perpetually cold all the time?"

"Yes! Which is why I'm so confused about him keeping it at sixty-nine all the time."

Robin pauses and glances over at Steve. "What is he keeping it at?"

"Sixty-nine."

Robin just cackles in response, and Steve glares at her asking, "What?"

"Sixty-nine!" Robin laughs again.

"Real mature, Robin," Steve says, rolling his eyes before the realization hits him. "Oh, Christ."

Robin only laughs harder, but Steve is stuck on the other conversations he had with Eddie which were... definitely miscommunications. Oh god, was Eddie trying to... proposition him?

Robin's laughter dies down enough for her to ask, "What's wrong?"

Steve gives her a look and sits down on the couch next to her, further realizing the thermostat incidents happened after days when the two of them got a little more... friendly than usual.

Steve sighs and explains the entire situation including the things he's left out before including his feelings for Eddie. He's glad that Robin holds in her laughter until after he's done.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny."

Robin manages to say through her laughter, "You both are disasters. But you're both so gone on each other that it's almost a little disgusting." She then stands up and grabs her bag, walking toward the front door.

"Where are you going?" Steve asks, following her.

Robin turns around and gives Steve a look. "I'm leaving before Eddie gets back and you two..." she gestures toward the thermostat.

Steve groans, "Get out, Buckley." He can't help but smile before he pulls her into a hug and digs some money out of his wallet.

"What's this?" Robin asks.

"Gas money for sending you away early."

Robin smiles and salutes him. "I guess this means I'll be coming back tomorrow."

"I'll call in case we're still-"

"Gross, dingus," Robin says with a laugh before she hugs him one more time and whispers, "Thank you for telling me."

Steve just squeezes her a little tighter.

After she leaves, Steve takes a minute to form a plan before Eddie gets back from whatever store he went to. He looks at the thermostat and sets it back to 71 degrees while he tries to think.

Unfortunately, he doesn't get far in his thinking before the front door unlocks and Eddie walks in with a few grocery bags in hand.

Steve just turns around and tries not to look too startled by Eddie's sudden appearance.

Eddie gives him a confused look and gestures outside. "Did I just see Robin leave?"

Steve nods but gives no further explanation, stuck on how the hell he's supposed to approach this subject with Eddie. God, now he understands the thermostat method.

"You okay?" Eddie asks before his eyes settle on the thermostat. "Oh, shit. Sorry, I did that late last night. Can we just forget that that happened? It was... dumb really."

Instead of forgetting it, Steve dramatically reaches up and hits the down button twice. "I think I finally get it." Eddie's eyes widen as Steve crosses his arms and continues, "Setting the mood, right? Or, tell me, what are you going to do about it?"

Eddie looks at him for a second then suddenly drops all the bags in his hands, practically racing down the hallway to Steve and cupping his face in his hands. "Am I reading this right?"

Steve slowly glances at the thermostat. "Well, it does say sixty-nine."

Eddie huffs out a laugh but quickly clarifies, "I don't just want that. I mean... I like you. And I just couldn't think of a good way to bring that up without it being some type of joke. Not that liking you is a joke, but oh god-"

"Eddie," Steve says firmly, stopping his rambling. "I like you, too."

Eddie's face lights up. "Yeah?"

Steve nods as his hands come up to Eddie's waist and pull him in a little closer.

"You like me enough to sixty-"

"Oh, shut up," Steve says with a big smile.

"Make me," Eddie replies, giving Steve an exaggerated wink.

Steve shakes his head and sighs before pulling Eddie into a sweet kiss, both of them smiling too much to make it anything more than a peck. When they pull away, Steve thinks he might murder Eddie when he whispers, "Nice."

But he wouldn't have it any other way.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie ficlet #they're both idiots and i love them #thank you guys for 6969 <3

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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When Robin couldn't get a hold of Steve, she immediately started biking over to his house. He was still homing a newly turned vampire Eddie, and while she trusted Eddie not to hurt him, she also knew that accidents happened. So, when she walked into his living room and found Eddie's mouth attached to Steve’s neck. she immediately thought the worst. Robin shrieked, causing Eddie to pull away, and she tackled him. She raised the stake she had made and moved to stab him when Steve screamed.

"ROBIN! STOP! STOP! HE WAS KISSING MY NECK!" Steve yelled.

Robin froze, her knee still pressed to Eddie's chest.

"What?!"

"He was kissing my neck, Robin," Steve said. "We were making out."

"You like women!" Robin exclaimed.

"And men!" Steve exclaimed.

"Since when?!"

"Robin! I told you!"

"The hell you did!"

"Robin, I told you that I thought Tom Cruise and Eddie Van Halen were hot!" Steve exclaimed. "I said I like both!"

"I thought you meant like, objectively!" Robin shrieked. "I missed my best friend coming out to me! Oh my God, it's me. I've been calling other people dinguses this whole time when it's been me. I'm the dingus."

"Well, when you think about it, aren't we all a little bit of a dingus?" Eddie asked. "By the way, you're still on top of me and pointing that stake at me."

"Shit, sorry," Robin said and helped him up. "I'm sorry about, you know, trying to kill you."

"To be fair, what were you supposed to think?" Eddie asked. "I think it was so metal of you that you were willing to kill me to save your best friend. That was a perfect tackle. By the way, can I keep the stake?"

"Oh, yeah," Robin said and handed it to him. "The least I can do. I have nothing against you! I actually really like you, and I think you guys are super cute. Maybe I wouldn't have tried to kill you if someone answered their phone."

"No worries, Buckley. We are all good," Eddie said as he pointed the stake around the living room like a sword.

"I took it off the hook," Steve shrugged. "I didn't want any interruptions."

"Hm. That worked out well," Robin said. "And really, Eddie Munson? He's such a dud. He even looks like a muppet."

"Okay, I feel like that's in reference to something that I wasn't there for, so I'm just going to ignore that," Eddie said and proceeded to trip over his own feet then over the coffee table. "Shit! Goddamnit! Steve! Steve! The stake is stuck in a place where it shouldn't be! It doesn't feel like what we did last night! Take it out so I can heal! Steve! This doesn't feel good! STEVE!"

"Coming, baby," Steve said, struggling not to laugh.

Robin sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes against the sight. She burst into laughter.

"Eddie Munson, the hero of Hawkins."

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katyswrites · 24 days

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put on your records (and regret me)

PART 3 | SERIES

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: asshole!Steve, rivals-to-lovers, swearing, alcohol use, recreational weed use, descriptions of puking/hangovers, no use of y/n, not quite smut but we're getting close folks

Wordcount: 4.3k

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You love WAMC-Hawkins, Indiana’s top college radio station. It’s your safe space, your niche. It’s where you’ve made your friends, your favorite place to be when the rest of the world gets to be just a bit too much. Well, with one exception.

Steve Harrington is a thorn in your side. And just as well - he thinks you’re a royal pain in the ass. But in your senior year, you’re both on the e-board, so you have to work together. You love to hate him. So why can’t you get him out of your head? And, why do you find yourself going to see his band, each and every weekend?

Underground basement concerts, spinning old records, and screaming matches in the vinyl library with the boy you love to hate. An enemies-to-lovers college radio station 90s AU.

TRACK 3

You don’t see Steve for nearly a week after that - you hang around the radio station quite a bit, as you usually do, but never manage to run into him. You should be thankful for that - for how peaceful it is. It’s not even like you want to see him - no, why would you? He’s a pain in your ass, and you should be thankful that you can do your job in peace.

No, it’s not actually at the station that you see him next - though, it’s tangentially related. You’re at perhaps your second-favorite place in the world - Varsity Vinyl, the local record shop downtown. It has some of the best selection you’d seen, and you always find yourself there - buying for your own growing record collection, or rooting through the used and discounted bin to help stock the station’s vinyl library. It’s where you find yourself on a Saturday afternoon, flipping through records while figuring how much money you actually realistically are able to spend.

You don’t see him, not at first. He’s standing further down the aisle, and when you finally look up and spot him, you nearly jump - he’s just staring at you, eyes wide. You straighten up, just holding eye contact - you feel like two wild animals sizing each other up, deciding whether to run or fight. You’re truly deciding between those two options when he clears his throat.

“Oh - uh, hey,” he says, quieter than you had expected.

“Hey.”

You shift uncomfortably on your feet, a beat of silence passing between you. Then, you both find yourselves speaking at once:

“Your party was fun the other night -”

“Are you okay -”

You both pause, and you awkwardly laugh.

“Sorry, uh - the party was fun last weekend. Thanks,” you say quietly.

Steve shrugs.

“Oh, yeah - glad you came. You… you seemed like you were having a good time.”

Like I made an absolute fool of yourself, more like, you think to yourself.

“Oh! I mean - I guess. Sorry if I got a little - uh -”

“It’s fine, don’t worry - we’ve had worse,” Steve assures.

He hasn’t said anything about bringing you home. Part of you is convinced that Eddie was misinformed, and Steve didn’t actually bring you home that night - that is, if it wasn’t for that stupid note. The note you probably should have thrown out, but stuck into a desk drawer instead - to refer to later, just to make sure you weren’t crazy, you had reasoned.

But now, Steve is standing in front of you, more quiet and withdrawn than you’ve ever seen in the past four years of knowing him.

“So, uh - thanks,” you say quickly, almost mumbling.

“For what?” he asks, confused.

“For, um, getting me home safe - I don’t really remember it, but -”

He waves you off. “Oh, that - don’t worry about it. The hardest part was getting you to tell me your address,” he says, laughing. “You were wasted.”

You groan. “That’s…embarrassing.”

He smirks. “Honestly, yeah, a little bit. But most people were gone by then, so… your secret’s safe with me.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“I mean - I’m surprised you didn’t tell everybody - how I was, you know, throwing up all over your apartment, being a drunk idiot -”

Why didn’t he? It’s leverage - a way to make people lose respect for you, and gain more for him. A part of this stupid, pointless power battle you two seem to always be involved in, seeing how far you can push one another. His response is unexpected.

“You don’t actually think that little of me, do you?”

You don’t really know how to answer that.

He scoffs. “Look, it’s not my fault that you can’t hold your alcohol for shit. But, I’m not going to go around telling everyone that, okay? Christ -”

He trails off, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. You’re welcome, though.��

You suddenly feel like a bit of an asshole - Steve is used to you throwing insults his way, but this time, it seems to have struck a chord with him.

“I was in a really bad way, wasn’t I?” you ask quietly, avoiding eye contact.

He nods. “Honestly? Yeah, it wasn’t pretty. You really don’t remember?”

You shake your head, face feeling flushed with embarrassment. He just sighs.

“What do you remember?”

You rack your brain for a moment, biting your lip absentmindedly as you think.

“Um - I remember playing Kings with everyone… and, uh…”

I remember you coming in from the porch with what’s-her-face on your arm -

“-and it gets fuzzy after that,” you say quickly.

“Oh, okay - wow, that’s pretty early on. Well, you did some shots with Eddie and Robin - you got on the kitchen table at one point ... I think you threw up over my balcony… and after that I, uh, hung out with you in the bathroom while you threw up some more, and brought you home.”

You freeze. “Wait - you babysat me, like, the whole time? I thought that was Eddie -”

“No way, Eddie was too high to help anyone. I was stone-cold sober by that point, thanks to you.”

“Oh,” you say, wishing you could sink into the floor. Steve fucking Harrington knew what you looked like keeled over a toilet and puking your guts out… dammit.

“It was pretty gnarly, but… it’s fine. Really, it’s okay.”

For maybe the first time in his life, it sounds like Steve is being sincere with you. Another beat of silence passes, then he’s clearing his throat again.

“So… you have any big plans tonight? A repeat of last weekend, maybe?” he asks casually. You furrow your brow, confused.

“Um - do you actually care?”

He shrugs. “So what if I do?”

“Well - no, after last weekend I’m not sure if I ever want to drink again -”

“The most famous lie ever told,” he cuts in, grinning. You just roll your eyes, and pretend to be interested in perusing the records as you return to flipping through the crates.

“-but it just so happens that I do have plans tonight,” you say quietly.

“Hot date?”

You scoff. “I’m going to Fuze Box. Nancy’s covering some bands for an article for the campus paper, and I figured I’d check out who's playing tonight.”

WAMC has a long-standing relationship with Fuze Box, a small music venue for local artists and college bands. A lot of students and station members play there, and shows at the Box get advertised a lot on the air. You try to go to local gigs as much as you can - though, you haven’t made as much of an effort lately, too overwhelmed by other responsibilities as station manager. Nancy’s article is a good excuse to go, for the first time all semester.

“So, you don’t know any of the bands playing tonight?” he asks, leaning against a shelf and crossing his arms.

You shake your head. “Nope - just figured I’d check it out, go in blind. Maybe I’ll even put some of the bands in my radio slot next week, if they’re selling CDs or something.”

Steve grins mischievously.

“Right - well, have fun, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, and know that any semblance of an awkward peace between you two is gone - the Steve you know and love (to hate) is back. You turn to make a clever retort, but he’s gone, having stalked off to a different aisle.

You’re not sure what he’s up to, but part of you now has a sneaking suspicion that he might show up at the venue tonight just to piss you off - it’s such a Steve move.

As you go to the checkout, you do your best to shake it - after all, what’s the worst that can happen?

*****

“Thank you - we’ve been Lime of Decision - goodnight!” the lead singer shouts, a collection of hollers and applause following. The lights go up a bit, some venue staff coming out to the stage to adjust the equipment for the next band.

“Lime Of Decision is… a choice,” Nancy says, scribbling something into her notebook.

“Yeah, that’s because their name is literally meant to be a joke,” you say absentmindedly.

“What?”

“Jason, the lead singer? His ex-girlfriend is in a band called Lemon Of Choice, so it’s like…funny. I think.”

Nancy chuckles, shaking her head.

“Which band is better?”

“Definitely hers,” you say immediately.

You and Nancy both stare at each other for a moment, and break into a fit of giggles.

“I’m going to get another drink, you want anything?” she asks.

You shake your head, holding up the cup of beer you’re still nursing from the beginning of the last band’s set.

She disappears into the crowd, and you sigh, taking a drink as you once again survey the room. If Steve actually is here, you haven’t spotted him yet - maybe he decided that getting on your nerves wasn’t worth actually paying the cover at the door. Or, maybe he actually had more important plans - maybe even with that girl he was all cozy with at the party -

You stop yourself - why do you care? If anything, it should be a good thing that he doesn’t seem to be here.

There’s two more bands left to go - you had glanced at the flier on the way in, but only recognized Lime Of Decision in the lineup. So, when Nancy returns with a new drink and the lights begin to dim again, you just hope the next band is better - it can really be hit or miss at these sorts of shows.

Darius, the radio station’s tech engineer, is emceeing the show. He steps out on stage to introduce the next band, earning a smattering of cheers and hollers thrown in his direction.

“Alright, alright everyone! Settle down - that includes you, Hagan - Jesus Christ, okay - can we give it up for the amazing bands we’ve heard so far tonight?”

You clap along with the rest of the crowd, rolling our eyes at the sound of particularly rowdy hollers from the back that you just know comes from Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin.

Darius’ eyes narrow.

“Dammit, Munson - when I said a month-long ban, I meant it -”

You glance back to see Eddie flipping Darius off - famously, Corroded Coffin got a temporary suspension from Fuze Box for smoking weed in the green room. But, the ban actually being enforced… not likely.

Darius rolls his eyes, struggling to get the room back on track as he taps the microphone.

“Okay, okay - everyone, can we please - if you all can shut the fuck up - okay, whatever. The next band up tonight - you guys know and love. They’re a Fuze Box favorite - and no, they are not promising anything with the name. Give it up for Free Beer!

You can’t help but laugh at the band’s name - you instinctively turn to Nancy, who is doing her best to stifle a giggle as she writes something on her notepad, squinting in the dark.

It’s during those few seconds while you’re looking away that the band takes the stage - which is why, when you glance back, you freeze as you see who’s standing front-and-center.

Steve stands at the mic stand, an electric guitar slung over his shoulders as he smiles at the crowd.

You freeze. Other band members - including Robin and Argyle, who you know all too well from the radio station - come out onto the stage behind him. But you’re just staring at Steve, dumbfounded.

You knew he had a band - scheduling them to perform on the air was always a nightmare for you, which you knew Steve did on purpose. So, you had never learned anything about them on-principle. You hadn’t heard a lick of music, didn’t know who else was in it, or even the goddamn name - until right now.

Nancy’s eyes are on you, you can feel it. You turn briefly to look at her.

“Do you want to leave?” she asks, glancing at where Steve stands on stage. You shake your head.

“God, no! I - I’m an adult, I can be in the same room as Harrington,” you say, laughing nervously. You’re not sure how much you believe yourself. She stares at you for a moment, then just nods, turning her attention back to the stage, where Steve is stepping up to the mic.

“Hey guys - we’re Free Beer. I’m Steve -”

A few feminine voices cheer from the back. Your eyes roll so far to the back of your head that you’re worried you’ll go blind.

“Thanks, ladies, love the enthusiasm. So - let’s just get into it. Ready to hear some songs?”

There’s an eruption of cheers through the audience - one of the biggest reactions of the night so far.

“Alright - this one is called ‘Closer,’ I hope you enjoy.”

From the moment he plays the first chord, something shifts in the room. The crowd becomes less rowdy, less chatty. No - everyone is really listening. Some are even singing along - how the fuck do this many people know the words?

You want to hate it - you want the set to be something you’re tolerating, something that makes you look forward to the next band coming out. But, despite your efforts, that’s not what happens. Because the band is good. Robin is killer on bass, and Argyle is a formidable drummer, despite his perpetually laid-back persona. And Steve - it’s like he was born to do this.

Aside from having a pretty good voice, and being an excellent guitarist, he’s actually a good frontman. He’s charismatic, knows how to work the crowd, and somehow, he makes the tiny stage of the Fuze Box feel as exciting as Live Aid.

You want to scream - of course he’s good. You catch yourself moving along to the music every now and then, and immediately stop yourself, hoping nobody sees. At one point, you swear Steve sees you. His eyes land on yours - or, at least, in your direction. You think you imagine it - it’s a big enough crowd, and you’re far enough back that he probably can’t see past the first few rows. That is, until he smirks, in the way that you know he reserves only to taunt you, to challenge you.

Fuck.

*****

You find yourself heading down the hallway after Steve’s set - you’re looking for the bathroom, shouldering through the bodies packed into the narrow passage. Part of it is because your beer has finally gone through you, and more so because you need a minute of peace and quiet, just to stare at yourself in the mirror and talk some sense into yourself. Steve’s band can’t be good - that would be a problem. If you didn’t know who was part of it, they’re the kind of band you would buy records for, keep a spare CD in your car, and even include as part of your radio show. But…it's Steve.

You had purposely never gone to any of his shows - you never listened to any in-studio sessions they did at the station, and God knows you would never ask Steve about his music. What the fuck?

Part of you also wants to smack him - of course he was performing here tonight - he looked you in the eye at the record store today, heard you were coming here tonight, and said nothing. Next time you see him, you decide, you’ll ignore him - you won’t even acknowledge that you saw him perform. If he asks, you’ll tell him you left the show early, long before he came on stage. You won’t give him the satisfaction of thinking you sat through his whole set, let alone enjoyed it.

You can’t exactly remember where the bathroom is - was it all the way at the end of the hallway? None of the doors are really labeled, which tracks for Fuze Box.

You knock on a few doors and jiggle the handles - one is an electrical closet, the other is locked and seemingly empty. You finally reach a door at the end, and give it a gentle knock - nobody responds. You try the knob, and it gives way. After shouldering your way inside, you wish you hadn’t.

Apparently, instead of the bathroom, you’ve managed to find the green room - although, to call the backstage area of the Fuze Box a green room is generous. It’s really a tiny room with a worn out couch, a cracked glass coffee table littered with ashtrays, and lighting so dim that you have to squint to figure out exactly where you are as you slip through the door.

It’s only once you’re inside, when it’s too late, that you realize you’ve walked in on Steve.

His back is turned to you, but he jumps slightly and turns when he hears the door open. He’s wiping his brow with a towel, and he grins when he sees you.

“Hey, sweetheart - wasn’t expecting to see you back here.”

You stand in the doorway awkwardly - why couldn’t the rest of his band be hanging out here with him? That way, you could throw out a blanket ‘you guys were great’ statement. But now it’s just him, staring at you, his face saying why the fuck are you here?

“Oh - sorry - I’m in the wrong room,” you say quickly, your face feeling hot as you start to back away.

“Okay - sure you are,” Steve says sarcastically.

“What does that mean?” you ask, stopping your retreat.

He shrugs. “Don’t know - you just seem to always conveniently stumble into me, don’t you sweetheart?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Try to stop me.”

There’s a moment of silence, and you just groan with frustration, taking a few steps towards him.

“Jesus, I - I don’t know if it’s like, a weird sick game to you, or you’re just always trying to piss me off - or if you just can’t help and flirt with everyone -”

“You think I’m flirting with you?” he asks, grinning mischievously.

You stop, folding your arms in indignation.

“No - I mean, kind of, but probably as a joke - I know what you’re up to, Harrington.”

“And what exactly am I up to?”

“This bullshit you keep pulling,” you say, gesturing between you two. “This - like, always sabotaging my shit, and getting in my way - but then like, this stupid nice-guy thing, where you drive me home when I’m drunk and don’t tell anyone, but then like you trick me into watching your stupid band perform -”

He scoffs. “Trick you? Be serious -”

“You knew I’d be here tonight - you knew, and didn’t say anything -”

“Well given your track record, sweetheart, if you had known I’d be playing, I’m sure you would’ve been front row!”

You stop mid-sentence, mouth hanging open as you try to search inwardly for a reply. Your face feels hot all of a sudden.

He’s smirking now, just like he did on stage. As always, he’s too confident, too sarcastic, too Steve. He’s taken away your ability to even come up with a halfway decent retort. It pisses you off.

“I - that’s not -”

Your blood is rushing to your head, roaring in your ears, too enraged to even let you think straight anymore. You’re marching right up to him now, prodding his chest with your finger.

“I don’t like you,” you say.

“You don’t say?” he drawls, still smiling. Why is he smiling?

“Stop doing that -”

“Doing what?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“Stop distracting me -”

“I distract you?”

You want to kick yourself.

“I - well - only because you’re so -”

“Devilishly handsome?”

“-fucking annoying.”

He cocks his head, like you’ve only mildly piqued his curiosity instead of insulted him.

You sigh. “What?”

“It’s just - you didn’t seem to find me very annoying last weekend when you tried to kiss me.”

A beat. You just stand there, jaw agape as his words hang in the air between you like smoke on a hazy summer’s day.

“That’s not funny,” you manage to say.

“Does it look like I’m laughing?”

You’re suddenly aware of how close you are to him - the next band has started outside, a distant din that should be distracting. But all you can focus on is Steve - the beads of sweat on his forehead, the way you’re close enough to smell that he had just had a cigarette.

“I didn’t -”

“Sweetheart - right before you puked your guts up in my bathroom, you tried to stick your tongue down my throat. Don’t worry - I didn’t let you. I really thought you would’ve remembered, until I saw you in the record store - then I realized you didn’t remember jack shit.”

You feel like you’re making this up. He’s just saying this to get under your skin - he must be. It’s the only explanation. Because you’d never -

“You’re lying.”

But he’s just staring at you, and you’re starting to get the sickening suspicion that this isn’t a joke.

“You’re lying,” you repeat, though it sounds more like a question this time.

He’s taking another step towards you, shaking his head.

“You know what they say, sweetheart - in vino vesco, or whatever. You know - how people say and do what they’re really thinking when they’re drunk -”

“Veritas.”

He stops, furrowing his brow.

“I - what?”

You can’t help yourself - you just can’t.

“The phrase is in vino veritas - it means truth. I think vesco means food or something, you’re missing the whole -”

“Shut up,” he says. “You’re always such a -”

You don’t let him finish. Instead, you’re kissing him. You don’t mean to do it, you swear - but he had gotten so close, the heat radiating off of him too much to ignore. And, he was really pissing you off - you didn’t need to hear another word out of his mouth.

You fist your hands in his t-shirt, your lips on his, messy and desperate, like you’re trying to prove a point. And he’s kissing you back.

Steve kisses the same way he argues - he’s aggressive, his hands coming up to grab your face and pull you closer. He tastes like cigarettes and cheap beer, his aura hot and desperate as it envelops you.

The band plays out in the venue, the audience cheering and singing along - but, all you can hear is Steve’s labored breath against your lips, your own heart thudding in your chest.

The kiss was all teeth and tongue, another argument you were both desperate to win. But, right now, you’re losing. Because he’s guiding your body, and you’re responding, stepping backwards until your back is hitting the cinderblock wall.

No words are spoken, just breathy moans and the sounds of your lips moving in unison. It’s not remotely romantic - it feels more like fuck you, I’m trying so hard to hate you, why can’t you let me -

One of his hands has traveled down to your waist, gripping it firmly enough to tell you that he wanted more. You feel his hand start to move, slipping under the hem of your shirt and gently brushing the warm skin of your lower back. His hands are calloused, rough against the softness of your skin. You let him start to explore, unable to stop yourself from quietly moaning against his lips.

You know you should stop - but you can’t. It’s addicting, the way he’s still fighting with you as his tongue enters your mouth. Is this really happening? Maybe this could’ve gone on for hours. That is, until -

The knock on the door makes you both jump, pulling apart as quickly as you had crashed together. Steve is staring at you, breathing heavily, his pupils blown and lips a bit swollen. You imagine you look similarly. He takes a step back, separately himself from where you’re still frozen against the wall.

“Yeah?” Steve calls, voice rougher than before.

“Are you decent?” a voice asks from the other side of the door, barely audible over the sound of the band currently on stage.

Steve looks like he’s fighting laughter, but he just shakes his head, back facing the doorway.

“Nope - you’re good,” he says, his eyes meeting yours again.

He doesn’t need to say it - the look he’s shooting your way is enough.

Not a word.

Robin enters, grinning.

“Hey, we were just going to - oh, hi.”

She’s spotted you, and you just know she has questions.

“Hey, Robin,” you say quietly. “I, uh - I was looking for the bathroom. Ended up in here - I was just telling Steve how much I liked your set.”

Robin beams. “Thanks! It’s fun to see that you came out - haven’t seen you at a gig in a while!”

You nod. “Oh, yeah - I’ve been trying to get myself out there more -”

Steve scoffs, and you want to slap him. If Robin notices, she doesn’t say anything.

“- but, um - I should go.”

Robin nods.

“Yeah - I was just coming to find Steve, we’re all going to head to WT’s for a drink - uh, do you want to come?”

She’s probably just being polite. But, you shake your head vigorously.

“No, I’m good - sounds like it’s a band thing. I should get going anyway - I’ll catch the end of this set,” you say, gesturing towards the sound of the band on stage echoing from down the hall. You still haven’t made eye contact with Steve, not since Robin entered the room. So, you just give her a curt nod, and do everything in your power to head out the door without looking like you’re bolting. You’re screwed.

author's note: thanks for your patience y'all! I'm going away to Ireland on a work trip for about 3 weeks starting tomorrow, so I'm hoping to do some writing while I'm there, but no promises! As always, reblogs and likes are appreciated!

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caxde · 3 months

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pretty sounds | steve harrington x reader

summary you and Steve share an apartment while you're both away in Uni, one night he comes earlier than he should and gets to enjoy himself

warnings fem!reader, 18+ mdni this is just smut guys i'm sorry. english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

a/n part 2 is up!

Steve always took his showers in the morning.

You preferred them at night.

Sharing a small flat with him was a quiet experience. He’d spent most of his time out of it anyway, preferring to study at the University library, or at the coffee shop you had down the corner. Or working half shifts in the small record store, where you also worked.

Roommate and coworker Steve were two very different people.

Roommate Steve was prone to laugh at your stupid jokes and watch stupid movies with you on the couch.

Coworker Steve tried not to talk to you that much, scared that if your boss saw you two chatting it up, he’d get accused of flirting with you. Scared that it was painfully obvious to everyone else but you.

But it was impossible for him to not stare at you when you’d come home exhausted after a stressful shift and mutter under your breath how much you wanted a hot shower. Or how he’d wait painfully to hear the record you had been playing while you studied in your room stop, knowing that you were about to knock on his door and tell him that if he had to go to the bathroom he better do it now before you took your very deserved long shower.

He often teased you about how much you’d like to have a bath instead.

You’d laugh it off, even though he was absolutely right.

The truth is, he loves to hear you while the water hits your body.

The bathroom stood between his room and yours.

His bed against the wall, he usually laid down on it with a second hand book about whatever topic he needed to research for his next paper on American Revolution History or European History and its impact in Modern World. It didn’t matter to him, because in the next ten to twenty minutes he could hear you singing to yourself, your voice drowned by the noise of flowing water hitting your wet body. Though he did love it when you’d talk to yourself.

Today was different.

He’d come home later than he usually does, he had spent way more time than he intended stuck in the library trying to write his last paper on the Spanish Republic and he had little to no information on it, and he had exhausted himself enough to go straight to his bed, letting his body hit the mattress without even bothering to turn on the lights.

That’s when he heard the shower turning on.

At least he can hear you sing for him for a bit he thinks.

But he was wrong for once.

You thought you were alone, you thought you could be as loud as you wanted to, or as much as you needed to. The truth is, you had been crushing on Steve for a while now, and sometimes, only sometimes, you fantasized about him. Maybe more than you’ve been proud of.

So now, as you were standing there, with the hot steam hugging all the parts of your body, and the water dripping drow your curves, you started thinking about how it would feel if what was keeping you warm wasn’t the hot air, but him, standing behind you, kissing every inch of your bare skin.

You couldn’t help yourself, not now. So your fingers traveled down your folds, your fingers playing lazily with your dripping wet pussy, circling your clit as you thought of him, soft small moans came out of your mouth. And the hunger only grew, as images of him walking around the flat without his shirt and hair dripping wet invaded your mind. The way his hair sticks onto his forehead every morning, and he always smiles at you before telling you good morning in that husky early morning voice.

It was driving you crazy, so you started touching yourself with more speed, a clearer pattern, tempting your entrance as one of your fingers graced it.

Unknown to you, Steve was laying on the other side of the wall, his eyes opened as he heard you moaning, with each one growing louder and clearer, his mind became clouded, as he felt the way his jeans started to feel to tight on him, he needed to free himself, so he did the only thing he felt like he could. He sighed as his cock hitted his stomach once his pants and underwear laid on the floor. And he began stroking himself, softly, slowly, letting himself be guided by your voice as you whined.

The only thing that made him touch himself faster is when he heard the way your voice moaned his name.

You were so close to cumming, one of your hands had three of your fingers deep inside you, reaching that spot that made you see stars, as the other held the shower head closely to your clit, the vibrations of it making it feel when you closed your eyes that he was the one eating you out. And even after you had comed and you had screamed his name as loud as you could you left it there for a moment, recomposing yourself. Wishing he was there so you could kiss him, wishing he’d feel what you feel.

He did, but you didn’t know, though now he did.

His hands wrapped around his throbbing cock fast, and tightly, he resorted to biting his lower lip so he wouldn’t be a whippering mess, but he couldn’t help himself when he came all over his stomach and he looked down at himself, with the stupidest grin he could fathom.

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creelteeth · 2 years

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quiet down ( steve harrington x reader )

summary: you spend the night at your best friend’s house and her older brother steve decides to join you for movie night. somehow, some way, the two of you end up alone and things get heated.

word count: 5.3k

content warnings: smut (18+ only) , afab reader, virgin reader, mutual pining, some angst, oral (both receiving), throat fucking, innocence kink (kind of), praise kink, reader is in high school but they're 18.

just like every other friday night, you found yourself at your bestfriend's house for movie night and a sleepover. it was ritual at this point, she'd pick you up for school that morning and you'd return home sunday evening.

today was not much different except for the fact that Steve, her older brother, would be joining you. His job at Family Video seemed to benefit you guys. you always got the discounts— you’d also get to have first pick of the newly released tapes. When the two of you heard that Top Gun had finally made its way to Hawkins, you begged him to bring it home. normally, Steve would just deliver the movie and you'd watch it in her bedroom but, his condition for this particular film was that he would get to watch too since he also wanted to see it. and you.

Your friend whined a bit at the idea of her obnoxious brother joining in on the movie, since according to her, he hogged the popcorn and talked too much. you, on the other hand didn't mind if he joined in, though you'd never admit it to anyone, you had a massive crush on Steve. That of which showed itself a bit when you made sure to pick the cutest pajamas you owned for this weekend's slumber party. The Head Harringtons were out of town so you settled for something rather skimpy. Lucky for you, your best friend was too oblivious to recognize the extra efforts you'd put in.

the two of you laid out in living room floor talking about the day you had while waiting for steve's shift to end. somehow in the midst of all your conversations the topic of boys came up. she had her high school sweetheart, ricky, who she absolutely adored. you didn't have the same luck as her, which didn't matter much. apart from your crush on Steve, which you obviously couldn't spill the beans on, you didn't have much to talk about.

"come on, there's gotta be someone you like? what about Jason Carver?" she sat up to show the Hawkins High 85' yearbook to you, finger pointing to the picture of the basketball team.

you looked over the picture, eyes fixing on the person standing next to jason, that person being steve.

"ugh, no. jason is so annoying, plus he's all over chrissy this year." you shrugged off her question, reaching out to close the yearbook.

you knew the crush you had on steve was unrequited. you figured if you waited it out, once you went away for college you'd find someone else to spend your time fawning over. though part of you was also convinced that steve was the perfect person for you. he always felt so close, made you feel so safe, but he was always stuck on nancy wheeler or some other girl and you'd continue to be just kid to him. and of course, above everything else, your best friend would absolutely murder you.

it was about this time that steve arrived home. he managed to convince robin to cover the rest of his shift so he could get home to the two of you. he didn't wanna leave you home alone for too long, and truth be told he was excited to be able to hang out with you guys.

you'd been too occupied with your conversation to hear him come in the house. steve rounded the corner to see you laying on your stomach with a pillow stuffed under your chin— your feet up in the air swaying mindlessly.

the position you laid in made him stop in his tracks. he stood silently for a second, taking in the sight of you and the unreasonably small pajamas you'd decided to wear tonight. the little blue shorts you wore had hiked up a bit with the position you were in, showing off the soft curve of your ass. your thighs spread far enough apart that he swore he could see the perfect outline of your cunt. he'd never seen this much of you before, the sight before him making his mouth go dry.

it didn't take long for your friend to notice steve standing silently in the arched entry way. she'd been in the middle of stretching when she looked over her shoulder to see him gawking.

"ahh! Steve, you creep what are you doing home so early?" she yelped, sitting up to grab the nearest pillow to throw in his direction.

"sorry, sorry! " he repeated, stepping to the side to dodge the item sent in his direction. "I got off early so you wouldn't have to be alone in the house." he explained, clearing his throat at the end.

when you noticed him standing behind you, you scrambled to sit up. you yanked the nearest blanket over your legs suddenly regretting the bright idea you had to dress for his attention. he hadn't even looked at you yet, part of you was relieved while the other part of you was bummed.

"okay, fine, but don't creep up on us like that...did ya bring the snacks we asked for?" she spoke, batting her eyes up at her older brother, reaching out for the plastic bag that dangled off his fingers.

steve finally walked into the room, handing off the bag to then go place the tape he brought home into the VCR. why won't he look at you?

"yep, razzles for you and watermelon ring pop for the kid." steve hummed, plopping down on the recliner across the room.

the kid. he always called you that, or some variation of it, but for some reason it was extra frustrating to hear this time. the night had only just begun and you already felt incredibly stupid. you'd talked yourself into the idea that if you dressed up and spent some time with him that maybe he'd see you differently but clearly that wasn't going to happen. not when he wouldn't even look in your direction.

while you argued with yourself silently, steve was doing the same. he wasn't intentionally ignoring you, but he knew that he couldn't look cause if he looked, he'd stare. he took notice of your change in attire, his ego telling him that you dressed that way to catch his eye. if that was the case, you certainly succeeded.

steve had always prided himself in being good to you while also respecting his sister's wishes. if he had it his way, he'd have you but, he knew that wasn't going to work out. didn't stop him from thinking about it though. the image of you laid out in the floor was playing on repeat in his mind. he only saw it for a second but he was sure he had a perfect, practically photographic memory of what it looked like.

you sat through majority of the movie in silence, focusing your attention on the watermelon candy. you had it stuck on your pinky, lips wrapped around it. you'd pull back with a quiet puh! sound every once in a while.

the dimly lit room made it easy for you to remain unaware of the side eyes steve was giving you. he'd been doing his best to stay focused on the film, but he was majorly regretting buying that specific candy for you. every time he'd look over you'd be focused heavily on the movie, eyes fixed on tom cruise while your lips and tongue worked around the candy. his stomach churned knowing he shouldn't be looking at you in the way that he was. he felt awful, not just because you were his sister's friend but because he knew what you were doing was innocent. unfortunately, steve couldn't help the things it made him think about.

your friend had fallen asleep just before the end, snoring in the floor on a pile of pillows. when both you and steve recognized the noises you looked to the middle of the floor where she laid, then up to each other. it was the first time all night steve had looked you in the eyes. the tv illuminating his face enough for you to see his big brown eyes soften at the sight of you. the silence grew when the end credits rolled in, the two of you seemed to be waiting for someone to speak first but no one did.

instead, you got up to carry the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen. Steve sat back in the chair, watching you walk off. he argued with himself for a minute. this was the first, and probably last time he'd ever get any chance to be alone with you before you left for college in a few months. he knew that if he didn't try now, there'd be no other opportunities. with that, he followed behind you, tiptoeing through the room careful not to wake his sleeping sibling.

you were standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of water when you heard footsteps. your stomach dropping at the sight of Steve. he was still dressed in his clothes from work. the navy blue polo hugged his muscles so well, well enough to make your stomach flutter. the way he looked when he walked in made it seem like he wanted to speak so you waited, both hands wrapped around the glass.

steve didn't really have a plan for when he got you alone, he could hardly focus when he saw you there in the outfit you wore. eyes scanning over you slowly, drinking you in.

the slow scan of your body made you cower a bit, sitting the glass down to cross your arms in front of the part of your stomach that was showing.

watching you shy away brought a faint smirk to his lips. he stepped forward, leaving only a few inches between you. as much as he would've loved to ease into it, he didn't know how much time he had.

"steve?" you asked, looking up at him like a lost puppy.

"hm?" he hummed, hand coming up to grab at your chin, his thumb smoothing over the edge of your jaw.

you could feel your heart pounding inside your chest, body frozen underneath him. there was absolutely no way this was happening. no fucking way.

you wanted to speak but no words made their way out. all you did was stand there, big puppy dog eyes staring up at him.

"did you dress like this for me?" steve asked, his hand moving away from your chin, finger tracing the extremely low neckline of your top.

the question made your breath catch, were you that obvious? you considered an answer for a second, before ultimately giving him a sheepish nod.

"ah, use your words." he tutted, finger grazing over the exposed parts of your chest. he couldn't help but smile at the way he could see your nipples begin to protrude the thin fabric, hardening into stiff peaks with just a few light touches.

"yes.. I did— ‘m sorry." you breathed out, eyes dropping to the floor embarrassed by your desperate attempts. you weren’t sure why you chose to apologize, it just felt necessary.

steve didn't reply with words, instead his hand came back up. this time he took a firmer grasp on your chin, tilting it back so that he could duck down. his closeness pulling a whimper from you.

"you've got my attention now, sweetheart. what do you want with it?" he spoke into the curve of your neck, lips planting small kisses up to your jaw.

you stammered a bit, eyes blinking shut.

steve was kissing you.

just as you were about to admit your wants — a slew of word vomit ready to spill from you , your friend began to toss n' turn. the sleepy moan reminding you both where you were. you choked down the speech you wanted to give about how much you adored him, loved him, needed him. instead, you settled for something much more feasible.

"want you.." you muttered, a brave hand coming up to press flat against the already growing bulge in his jeans.

steve was shocked by your sudden confidence, a groan vibrating out of him at the sudden contact. he reached down to grab your wrist, pulling the hand off him so that he could step back. he looked over his shoulder at the girl who was still asleep. sending her a telepathic apology. he knew he was going to pay for what was to come but god he couldn't help it. steve never had the opportunity to be selfish, tonight he was going to do exactly that.

he looked back over to you, then to the stairwell. bringing a finger up to his lips to shush you, his other hand still on your wrist guiding you to follow him up to his bedroom. you did your best to stay quiet, though you could hear your own heartbeat echoing in your ears.

you made it up the stairs and into his room successfully. the second the door was shut, his lips were on you. the kiss was sweet at first, he walked you backwards to lay back on his bed — once you wrapped your legs around his waist it became hungry and desperate. sloppy wet noises echoed around the bedroom, his hands eagerly roaming about your body, slipping under your shirt to paw at your chest.

you moaned into his mouth, back arching up against his touch. you felt yourself become dazed, eager hands finding his body the same way his found yours. you wanted to take your time with him, to let him be the person who took all of you— but somehow admitting to him that this was going to be your first felt embarrassing.

rather than admitting that, you turned the attention on him. tugging weakly at the button that held his jeans together until eventually you got it to pop open. you attempted push his pants down but he swatted them away— his swollen lips working against yours. you wanted to be close, as close as possible, wanted to exhaust every fantasy you'd had over the years but there just wasn't enough time.

"steve," you mumbled against his lips, pulling back to catch your breath.

he took the break to catch his breath too, brushing his messy hair off his face.

"need you.. please" you whined, hips raising off the bed to connect with his.

steve couldn't even begin to explain how badly he wanted to fuck you. he was dying to feel your pussy wrapped around him, but even more than that, steve needed a taste of it. he needed to have his face buried in between the puffy lips he caught somewhat of a glimpse of hours earlier.

"gonna take care of you, I promise." he nodded, kissing you one last time before moving down to be eye level with your sex.

you became a bit self conscious seeing him to close it, even more so when he pulled your shorts and underwear off in one fell swoop. your hands came up to cover your face, thighs clenching together. It was around this that made steve realize you were probably a lot more inexperienced than he'd imagined. he grabbed at your thighs, pressing a kiss to both of them.

"hey.. don't hide from me, let me see you." steve spoke quietly, his tone bringing you some comfort.

you sighed, keeping your hands over your face while slowly parting your legs. steve groaned, his mouth practically watering at the sight of you. you'd gotten so wet he could hear it when you legs parted, a string of slick connecting your folds.

"fuck, you're perfect." he insisted, hands coming down to rest on either side of your puffy mound.

he used his index fingers to spread you even farther apart, licking a long flat strip up the center. the contact causing you to gasp, your leaky hole spasming against his tongue.

"taste so fucking sweet. even better than I-" he mumbled against your sex, pausing between words to press a kiss to your sensitive button. smiling at the way it jumped under his touch. "..- imagined."

"please," you whined, your hands that were once covering your face now gripping at the bed.

he didn't need much more than that— still spreading you open with his fingers, steve began to lap at your hole. the tip of his tongue circling and dipping into the opening, his nose bumping against the tender bud. the new found contact pulled the most pitiful whimpers out of you, your thighs clamping shut around his head.

"steve, oh my god!" you'd almost forgotten about the fact that you needed to keep quiet. for a moment you didn't care but then remembered who was asleep downstairs.

you bit down on your bottom lip to stifle the noises, slippery wet walls clamping down around nothing while steve licked through your folds. he eventually worked his way up to your clit, lips wrapping around the throbbing button. he sucked harshly on the area, pulling a high pitched squeak out of you.

your thighs trembled desperately around his head, hips rutting upwards to hump against his face. he knew you were going to cum, drunk off the taste of you gushing into his mouth.

he kept his attention on your clit, his tongue making circles around it. he let you ride it out however you needed, a moan vibrating against you when you yanked on his hair.

" 'm gonna - fuck - im gonna cum steve" you mewled your words out, orgasm coming with the words spoken.

he kept his attention on you, letting you rutt against his tongue to ride out your orgasm. when you finally stopped trembling so much he pulled away. sitting back on his knees to look down at you, lips swollen and glistening with your remnants.

"c'mere" he exhaled, grabbing loosely at the base of your neck to pull you up into a kiss. the taste of you still fresh on his lips.

after a moment he pulled back from the kiss, smiling at you "see that? tastes so fucking good."

"better than you, imagined?" you repeated back the words he spoke to you moments before this — trying to wrap your mind around the fact that he imagined what you tasted like in the first place.

"yeah, baby. so much better than I'd imagined." he emphasized the last word, knowing that's what you were holding onto.

steve was not expecting anything in return, doing his best to ignore the painful mess going on between his legs. he looked at the clock by his bed, wondering if you two even had any time to do anything else. he was not yet ready to part from you, even if it meant just holding you.

you had other ideas though, sitting up on your knees you crawled forward to where he sat on the bed. his jeans were still on, hung low around his hips, low enough to show the tip of his cock pitching a tent in his boxers.

you watched him with those big wet eyes, ducking down to kiss over the clothed tip.

he hissed lowly at the contact, watching the arousal that soaked through the fabric smear across your lips.

"my turn?" you asked, looking up at him with the softest expression.

even if he wanted to, he couldn't say no to you. after so many hears of knowing him, you knew how to break him. all it took was batting those eyelashes at him for him to give you what you wanted.

"fuck, yes. your turn, baby." steve spoke, lifting his hips up to pull his bottoms off for you.

your eyes practically bulging out of your head at the sheer size of his cock. you knew it was big, it was always visible in whatever he wore, but you didn't expect it to be that thick. the swollen tip of it slapped against his stomach, a bead of pre dripping down the side.

"uh…stevie" you spoke, wrapping your hand around the base loosely.

"hm?" he replied, eyes watching you intently, cock jumping from the slightest contact.

"what do i do with it?" you kept your hand there, thumb tracing over the thick vein that ran up the side of it.

something about the question you asked made him exhale sharply, cock twitching in your grasp. maybe it had to do with the dumbfounded expression on your face.

you didn’t know how to touch him.

“oh, honey..” he whispered, hand coming up to cup your cheek, brows raising slightly. “you gotta put your mouth on it.”

you nuzzled against his palm for a moment, enjoying the softness before ducking down to let the swollen tip prod against you lips.

steve felt a moan get tangled up in his vocal chords— watching you kitten lick over the head of his cock made his body tense up. truthfully, he could probably cum from just this. seeing you treat his cock so sweetly was driving him absolutely insane.

he let you do what you wanted for a minute or two, but you didn’t go past taking short licks across the spongey pink tip. his balls tightening with every wet stroke of your tongue.

if you weren’t operating on short time, he’d have let you carry on for as long as you wanted but he needed more. rather that pushing your head down and risking your likely sensitive gag reflex he decided he’d teach you.

"poor thing, doesn't know how to suck cock?" he taunted you a bit, a lazy smirk playing across his lips.

the torment made your body heat up— you tried to come up with an excuse or reasoning but there wasn’t one. shaking your head no to his question, an embarrassed pout forming on your kiss swollen lips.

“oh, baby..” he sighed, “don’t worry, i’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

being the first person to fuck your throat was going to be so fun for him.

he pushed your hand off, replacing it with his own. angling the fat mushroomy tip for your mouth, letting it graze your pretty pink lips.

“spit on it.” he instructed, nodding when you tilted your head in confusion.

you did as you were told, letting a glob of spit drip off your tongue onto the head of his cock. you kept your eyes on him the entire time, waiting for what to do next.

“fuck— good job, just do what i tell you to. ‘kay?” steve breathed out, smearing the wetness around the girth.

you nodded, eyes dropping down to watch him stroke himself. he squeezed it tightly, making long slow strokes that pulled very gruff sounding noises out of him.

steve lifted his hips up, pushing his cock against your pout for you to taste him. instructing you through all of it.

“open up for me, wide.. wider— fuck there we go, good job, baby.” he groaned, eyes fluttering feeling your hot wet mouth wrap around the sensitive tip.

he knew that your gag reflex was probably very sensitive. more than that he also knew that his cock was going to be a lot for you to take, regardless of past experience— so, he was careful not to push very far in. stopping about a third of the way, he kept his hips still , wanting you to do the work.

your hand came up to grab at the base again, this time squeezing tighter. trying your best to mimic what he was doing, making shallow pumps.

“yeah, don’t be scared of it— there we go, just keep doin’ that.” steve moaned out his praises, his hand resting lightly on the back of your head. he had no intention of pushing it down, but he wanted to grab onto your hair if need be.

you caught the hang of it pretty quickly, hallowing out your cheeks to suckle on the half that was stuffed in your mouth.

it took everything in Steve not to lurch forward. he wanted nothing more that to lodge his big fat cock in the back of your throat, but he knew better than to do that. giving the back of your head some encouraging pets when you began to bob up and down.

"just like that, angel." he groaned, jaw hanging open.

he made the prettiest sounds. sounds that encouraged you to keep going, to get more brave with your actions.

slobber started to spill down the sides of his cock. Steve couldn't get over the sight before him.

"fucking hell, get it all wet f'me. " he slurred, cock throbbing in your mouth.

"you look so pretty like this, drooling all - shit - all over my cock. d'you like it? does it taste good?"

the words sputtered out of him, encouraging you to up the ante. you moaned an mhm around his cock at his question before pushing your head down as far as you could get it.

you didn't get very far before your throat started to protest the intrusion, gagging at the feeing of him prodding the back of your mouth. you were determined to carry on though — grabbing hold of his big muscular thighs to steady yourself, you tried to keep going but your throat tightened.

feeling your warm wet throat clench around him made nearly made him whimper.

he knew you were struggling against your gag reflex, he found it amusing how you determined you were.

" s'okay baby, you don't have to make it fit all the way." as much as he wanted you to swallow all of him, he didn't want you to push yourself. he was already nearing his edge, the tears welling up in your pretty eyes more than enough to send him over.

you gargled around him, whining in protest to his remark. you wanted it, wanted to take it.

"okay, alright, just sit there i'll help you fit it in. you gotta relax, let me push it in. whenever, fuck me, whenever you feel like you're gonna gag need you to swallow."

he did his best to explain the technique, hand pressing firmer against the back of your head so that he could begin sliding in. your slippery warm throat spasming around the sudden intrusion but to his surprise he got it in.

Steve reached one hand around to the front of your throat, finger tracing over the bulge.

you wiggled down as closely as you could go, nose buried in the thick patch of hair that grew around his cock. the scent of him was enough to make you dazed, eyes screwing shut to just feel him. feel every inch of him stuffed inside your drool filled mouth.

after some time steve started to rock back and forth slightly, his strokes were short and sweet but you loved it. flatting your tongue against the underside of his cock, swaying it from side to side to egg him on.

"shit.. gonna cum"

that seemed to be all he managed to say before his cock began to twitch violently. you could feel him pulsating inside you, cock remaining lodged in the back of your throat. every lasting drop of his hot sticky cum spilling into your mouth, you had no choice but to swallow it.

he stayed inside for a second longer to catch his breath. easing his way out of you so that you didn't sputter too much. finally having your mouth free against you coughed and hiccuped, using the back of your hand to wipe the drool off your chin.

Steve sat there panting, looking at you, he admired the way you looked. that just-got-fucked look wore so nicely on your pretty face.

"hey, come here." steve instructed, grabbing at your chin to pull you to eye level, planting yet another kiss to your lips.

this one was a bit sweeter than before, he let it linger a minute — but when the kiss ended the air in the room suddenly felt heavy. both of you realizing what just happened, it was a mix of post-coital bliss and existential dread.

you reached for the blanket on his bed, pulling it over your bare half. could feel your stomach doing flips. he was everything you ever wanted, maybe even more than that, yet you couldn't help but feel bad.

steve just looked at you for a minute, taking in the way you looked, thinking back on the way you felt. he contemplated going in for more, but then he remembered the time.

every morning at five, his sister gets up for a run. there wasn't much time left to be spent with you, only two more hours. he didn't have the heart to kick you out, not yet at least.

"Steve." you sighed, the buzz of it all starting to wear off when you noticed how late it was.

he only nodded, moving up to shimmy his boxers back on. he grabbed your discard clothing too, handing it to you. once you were dressed he got into bed, peeling back the covers on the empty side for you to climb into if you wanted.

he let you get settled, dropping an arm around your waist. you had laid facing him, nuzzling your face against his chest. it felt nice to be held by him, even though the pit in your stomach was only seeming to get heavier and heavier.

"it's gonna be fine, I promise... i'm not gonna say anything."

the beginning of his sentence soothed you in some way, but all that comfort got yanked away at the end. you had a secret now. a dirty one. you didn't regret it, neither of you did, but it felt like a ticking time bomb. the idea of sneaking around was exciting, of course, but you knew this was going to be the end of it.

"can we just stay like this for a bit?" you muttered, already dozing off in his arms.

you'd fallen asleep on his chest, the most out of those final hours before you heard the alarm blaring from the next room over. the thin walls working in your favor for once. you sat up quickly, trying to pry his heavy sleeping arm off your body so you could run to the other room before she came upstairs.

"steve.. steve move! " you whisper yelled until finally he turned the other way, groaning at you for disturbing him.

all the sleep leaving you when you heard her echoing a "hello?" from the bottom of the stairs.

you got up and ran into the bathroom, thanking god for the face that they seemed to share one. you bolted from one room to the other, throwing yourself on the mattress, covering yourself with the quilt. you kept your face buried in the pillow so that she'd think you were still sleeping.

to your surprise it worked, tiptoed in to grab her running shoes before worming her way back out.

once you were alone, it all set in. your throat was sore from the prior events, but you liked being able to still feel parts of him. the bruise at the roof of your mouth was going to stick around for a few days. it didn't feel real to you.

after a couple of hours of real sleep, both you and steve seemed to wake up at the same time. it was now around nine am on saturday, the both of you walking like zombies down the stairs to grab breakfast from the kitchen.

"jeez — what's gotten into you two? were you up late?" she looked over you, both of you having the same tired and dazed looks on your faces.

her question made steve cough into the cup of coffee he was sipping. you did your best to remain nonchalant, focusing heavily on the piece of toast you were smearing butter on.

he peered at you over the coffee mug, waiting for his sister to look away so that he could send you a wink. your hands fumbling over the butter knife.

this was going to be so very fun for Steve.

#best friend’s brother!steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington x you #Steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #s.h.#casey writes

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eat-limes-bitches · 8 months

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Be Brave

PAIRING: Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: On a cold lonely night, Bucky finds something he never expected to.

SONG Be Brave by Owl City

WARNINGS: Angst, (Bucky's self loathing, anxiety, mention of nightmares, hinting to PTSD) Hints of fluff (Alpine is the best)

Word Count: 942

A/N: Hi! I wrote this with a second and third part in mind but I wanted your opinions first! Should I leave it like this or do you want to see where this relationship goes?

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne

Bucky woke up from sleeping on the floor like a vagrant with a start, frantically looking around the room. Taking a few deep breaths he went through the mantra his therapist told him to use when he was discombobulated.

I am James Bucky Barnes, I’m in my apartment, the year is 2024, and I have a white cat named Alpine

Repeating his little phrase under his breath, he found himself starting to calm down a little bit. Looking at the clock, he was a little disappointed to see that it was only midnight, meaning he only slept for three-ish hours. He sat on the floor for just a little while longer before pulling himself up, throwing on some clothes, grabbing his keys, and leaving his warm apartment out into the chilly New York night. He wandered down the street, feeling a little lonely. Steve was gone, Sam was visiting his family in Louisiana, and, well, he didn’t have anyone else. He kept walking until he found himself at the movie theater. Deciding he didn’t have anything better to do, he bought a ticket for the only show playing and found his seat.

Out of habit, he glanced around noticing a few people and the glowing exit sign but what caught his attention was a woman, sitting in the same row as him. The light of the silver screen lit up her features causing his heart to flutter in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Knowing she was there, he found it hard to focus on the movie, sneaking glances at her every few seconds until he was eventually caught. Their eyes locked and Bucky blushed as his eyes widened. He was worried she was gonna call him a creep, or leave but instead she just smiled at him and offered a small wave. Getting over his initial shock, Bucky returned the wave and watched as the woman returned to the film.

Bucky stayed in his seat as the credits began to roll, glancing over to see the woman grabbing her coat and bag indicating that she was getting ready to leave, much to Bucky’s dismay. He sat there bitterly, wishing that he had the courage to go and ask her name, but that Bucky was long gone. He was so stuck in his head that he didn’t notice her walk by his seat. He did, however, notice the brush of her fingers against his gloved hands. He snapped his head up to look at her but she was already exiting the theater so he looked down at his hands and a little gasp left his mouth at what he saw, a little paper crane sat perfectly in his hands with a phone number and two words BE BRAVE.

With a gentleness he didn’t know he possessed, he placed the paper bird in his pocket, walked out of the theater, and began his trek home. His thumb and finger brushed over the paper in his pocket as he thought about the girl. Do I text her? Do I call her? How do people do this nowadays? Maybe I should text Sam? No, He’d just laugh at me. By the time he reached his apartment, he decided that he would text her. He entered the apartment and pulled out his phone along with the little bird. After he pulled up the messaging app, he punched in the number and sent a simple message that honestly took him too long to come up with.

B: Hi, I got your note. Would you maybe want to get some coffee? I know a little place near the theater we could go to. My name is Bucky by the way.

He pressed send and when the little delivered message popped up he immediately descended into a panic. He put his phone on the kitchen counter and began frantically pacing around. Alpine, hearing the rapid footsteps, appeared in the kitchen and observed Bucky for a moment. Eventually, she hopped down from the counter and stood in the middle of his walking path, letting out a little meow to further capture his attention. Bucky paused and with a sigh, scooped up Alpine into his arms.

“Alpine, what am I doin’?” I know I didn’t do this right.”

He huffed, running his fingers through her snowy white fur. Alpine just blinked and tilted her head, as if she was asking him to continue. Bucky sank to the floor, pressing his back up against the cabinets, continuing to absent mindedly rub Alpines chin.

“She probably thinks I’m a creep, o-or she knows who I am and just wanted to tell me what a monster I am. Maybe it’s not too late to delete that message..”

Placing Alpine on the ground, Bucky stood to retrieve his phone and his heart stopped when he saw there was a message.

Y: Hi Bucky! My name is Y/n! I would love to get a coffee! Would tomorrow at 9 be ok? What’s the name of the shop?

Bucky started at the phone unblinking. He looked to Alpine, back to his phone, then Alpine again. He remembered the words on the little paper bird before taking a breath and responding.

B: Yeah, 9 is great! The shop is called Joe’s.

Bucky watched as the sent message changed to read and then the three little dots dancing in the bottom left corner before her response appeared on his screen.

Y: Awesome! I will See you at 9 at Joe’s!

Bucky placed his phone down on the counter and looked down at Alpine who was watching him Curiously.

“I have a date tomorrow Apl.”

#bucky x you #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader fluff #bucky angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky and alpine #alpine the cat #alpine barnes #bucky

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ist4rgirlo · 9 months

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─── 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐈𝐈

Summary: Being Belly & Steven’s older sibling has it’s pros and cons. protecting them and taking care of them is a must, but do you really have to put their feelings first instead of your own?

Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog

Warning: angst, fluff, swearing(?), smoking, conrad being a two timer. (lmk if i missed anything!)

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It was the night after me and Conrad talked. We were now in the dining room, eating the food Susannah prepared for us.

“So, I want to continue on your guys’ portraits tomorrow. Are you guys free?” Susannah smiled at us.

Susannah was almost done with our portraits. She just needed to put a little bit of touches, more color to it. We’d love to stay home and let her continue it but it was almost the end of summer, we all had our own plans.

Steven looked around the table, waiting for our answer. “Well I am free tomorrow, you can continue mine” he smiled.

I smiled at Steven and started to look around the table too. “Anyone else that’s free? it’s okay if you guys are not, it’s summer, you guys are supposed to have fun not be stuck here” Susannah reached for my hand and smiled.

“I don’t think i’ll be free tomorrow” Belly said, stopping herself from smiling. Trying to cover her mouth with her hand. That smile, I knew there was something going on. I just knew it.

Susannah and Laurel looked at her, confused while Steven looked at me like asking me if I knew what was going on. I shook my head no even though I knew.

“Wow! Belly is finally going out!” Steven teased Belly. I laughed “Shut up, Steve! Don’t tease her like that” I nudged him with my elbow and looked at Belly winking at her.

Belly smiled big, “Well whether you believe it or not, I am going on a date” she bit her lip — trying to contain her giggle.

I knew it. I knew Conrad was going to ask her anytime soon. This is what I wanted right? but why am I hurting? am I sad about it? I don’t think so.

I smiled, “So who’s the lucky guy? huh?” I asked — acting like I didn’t know, I definitely knew and Susannah knew that I knew.

Susannah who was still holding my hand, started to caress my hand. I looked at her, I nodded and smiled, as a way of saying that it was okay, that I was okay.

“Well, It’s Conrad” Belly said, trying not to giggle. My mom smiled, she looked excited, “Oh really? that’s nice!” finally, what she wanted was happening.

Steven looked at me, confused — trying to comprehend what was happening. He was confused with how Belly and Conrad happened, how it started, when it started.

“What the fuck, Conrad! Really? my sister?” Steven teased. “Hey! Don’t be like that!” my mom said glaring at Steven. Of course she’d defend them, this was something that she always saw back when we were little.

“Well, what about you Y/N? are you busy tomorrow? Jere?” Susannah said looking at us with a gentle smile.

I looked at Jeremiah, he was looking at me too, “I think i’m-“

“Me and Y/N actually got something tomorrow, Mom” Jeremiah said, cutting me off — smiling at Susannah.

I looked at Jeremiah — raising my brows at him. He just smiled and shrugged.

“What?! where are you guys going now? why am I not included in whatever this is?” Steven yelled while pointing fingers at us. I laughed at him along with Jeremiah and Belly.

“Oh come on, Steven. Let your sisters have fun without you!” my mom laughed, looking at me and Belly. Steven groaned and slumped on the chair he was sitting at, “This is not fair!!”

It was funny how he always acted like he knew everything, like he was the shit but when it comes to things like this, he acts like a child. He doesn’t like it when he feels left out.

“Well I guess it’s just you and me, Steven” Susannah smiled gently. I looked at Conrad, noticing that he was already looking at me, I looked away and turned my attention to Belly.

Belly looked back at me and smiled, I smiled back. She wanted this, this was her dream, to be with Conrad. She deserves this, she deserves to be happy. She is happy and I am happy too. That’s what matters.

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After the dinner, I went up to my room and changed into my swimsuit. I decided to go for a swim, since it was something that always eased my mind.

It was such a nice night to swim, not that cold and not that hot. It was just the right temperature.

I went in and swam for a while. As I returned to the surface, I saw Conrad, smoking.

“Hey, there. Didn’t know you smoked” I tilted my head, smiling a little bit. It was the first time I saw him smoke, he never smoked.

Conrad smirked, taking a drag of his cigarette before answering me. “Well it just helps me sleep well” he shrugged.

“Yeah sure, It’ll kill you too.” I rolled my eyes and swam away from him.

This was different. Conrad was acting different, this wasn’t normal. I wanted to act like I didn’t care but I did. He’s my bestfriend too, I can’t afford to lose him.

As I returned again to the surface Conrad asked me, “Are you happy?” he titled his head, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“All of a sudden?” I asked him. I ask myself the same question, am I really happy? am I putting up a front? is whatever i’m doing right?

Conrad shrugged, “Yeah? Just wanted to ask, you seemed kinda off earlier” he looked at me in my eyes, trying to read my emotions. He always said I was an easy read, but he wondered why he can’t read me now.

I remained silent for a while — I didn’t know what the answer was because even I ask myself that. “Well we’re all complete. It’s summer, no school, no problems. I guess i’m not fully happy because of what Susannah’s going through right now but we’re all together so somehow I am happy.” I smiled gently, Conrad smiled back.

“Well I am glad you are happy because me too. I feel the same way” Conrad said, smiling at me — taking another drag of his cigarette. Looking at me while he blew the smoke out of his mouth.

I can see that he was happy but there was a glint in his eyes, I knew he wasn’t fully happy, how can he be happy when Susannah’s sick? — he made it so hard not to care for him but I knew I needed to stop this feeling, I needed to do it even if it hurts me.

I looked away from him, “So… where are you taking Belly?” I asked as I swam away from him, turning my back on him, trying to change the topic.

There was silence, I guess he didn’t want this conversation. He never expected to jump into this topic. He didn’t want to talk about this with me.

“Uhm, I’ll be taking her to her favorite restaurant and probably go to the arcade too or something” Conrad shrugged throwing his cigarette away, not really sure with his answer.

I turned, “That’s nice, Belly will absolutely love it” I smiled at him. He just looked at me with his brow furrowed,that look like I was crazy — like I was someone he didn’t know — all because he couldn’t figure it out, he couldn’t read me — it was so hard for him.

It was silent again not until Jeremiah came out of the door.

“Y/N! Go inside, it’s getting cold!” Jeremiah walked towards me with a towel in his hands. I swam all the way to the end of the pool where Jeremiah was, he lend a hand out and he helped me get out of the pool.

“Thank’s Jere” I took the towel and smiled at him gently. I wiped my face and rubbed it on my head then wrapped it around my shoulder.

I look back to check if Conrad was still there but he already stood up and started to walk inside the house.

Jeremiah looked at Conrad then looked back at me, I looked back at him, his brows furrowed, “You okay, Y/N/N?” I smiled at him and nodded, “Come on, let’s get back inside” I said — Jeremiah nodded and guided me back inside the house since I didn’t have any slippers on, we went inside the house and watched a movie with the moms.

There was a lot of things that happened today, my talk with Conrad, Conrad asking Belly out, and me and Jeremiah going out which I didn’t even know that we were, I am honestly glad that Jeremiah was there to save me. As of right now, if my sister is happy then I am happy too. As I said, that’s what matters.

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penny00dreadful · 2 months

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And They Were Roommates! - Complete

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 AO3

Steve wasn’t gonna act on it.

Eddie had just gotten out of a bad fucking relationship, he was still finding himself.

He was enjoying himself kissing strangers.

And Steve was around all the time so it was probably just a proximity thing.

A safety thing.

Maybe.

He didn’t know.

The only thing he did know was that if Robin heard him thinking like that she’d probably dunk his head in cold water and tell him to stop being purposefully obtuse.

He frowned.

He wasn’t being obtuse.

He was just… he couldn’t make sense of why Eddie would be interested in him.

They were… they were roommates who had always been at each other's throats.

Everything they did irritated each other.

There was tension in the apartment, but that was because of the… because of the animosity.

Right?

Right.

Steve frowned to himself, leaning up against the counter of the coffee shop.

It was a slow evening, things moving at a snail's pace and all he wanted to do was go home but he was stuck here for another hour at least.

Eddie was at home and while he would find it more difficult to figure things out between them when he was surrounded by him, at least he wouldn’t be at work.

“I can smell your hair frying.” Robin poked at him, passing by on her way out towards the staff room. She was finished her shift now. She got to go home.

Steve scowled at her.

“Don’t say such terrible things about my hair.”

He couldn’t see it but he could feel her eye roll through the back of her head as she disappeared out the door.

He turned his gaze back down to the floor, his arms crossed in front of him and he had nearly gone back to his glazed over thinking state when a figure passed by in front of the counter.

He looked up and felt a smile tugging at his lips.

“Hi Chrissy.”

Chrissy grinned up at him, golden hair bouncing around her shoulders, a vision in preppy pastels.

“Hi Steve.”

“What can I get you?”

“Oh, um,” Chrissy’s face went a little red, “I’m not actually here for coffee. I’m here to pick up-”

“Chris!”

Steve turned his laser gaze onto Robin as she bounced out of the staff room doorway, a wide smile on her face.

It was the tone of voice she used to say Chrissy’s name.

That was her enamoured tone.

He narrowed his eyes at her, arms still crossed over her chest.

Well, well, well.

He could see Robin’s shoulders tensing, her back to him and he knew that she knew that he knew.

He put on his best pathetic frown as she turned to face him, apprehension in her eyes that quickly dropped into an eye roll when she saw his face.

Without another word she left him behind the counter on his own, her nose in the air as an over the top dramatic gesture to tell him she didn’t care if he knew now, but that was a lie, it was all a out on act, to keep the mood light and to try and offset any bad feelings about this.

Steve didn’t need to know why she had kept the relationship a secret. If he could take a guess and he would, it would be that both she and Chrissy didn’t feel like treading through the minefield that was telling their respective besties that they were dating, especially when those respective besties were roommates who hated each other.

Or well.

Roommates who pretended to hate each other but in actuality had big giant crushes on each other and were refusing to act on it for some reason.

Well, Steve knew why he wasn’t acting on it. Whatever about Eddie’s reasons, Steve knew that he was still in a little bit of denial about it.

They had been so contentious with each other for such a long time, where was the guarantee that it wasn’t all going to fall apart once the lust was gotten out of the way?

Say they did fuck about it?

What then?

Would they go their own separate ways?

Would they have to continue to live with each other and the awkwardness of what just happened until neither of them could bear it anymore and they went their separate ways never to talk again?

Or what if… What if it did work?

What if they actually… like… worked together.

What then?

Steve would have to admit to everyone that he was wrong about Eddie, about how irritated he was about him and how much he didn’t pay attention to him.

But Eddie would also have to admit he was wrong about Steve.

Eddie would have to admit he didn’t find Steve as detestable as he had said he had in the past. He’d have to admit he liked Steve.

He’d have to admit that he was wrong.

Along with Steve.

Steve tapped his finger against his bicep, arms crossed as he stared at Chrissy and Robin cuddled up together in a back booth, not really seeing them, things running too quickly through his head to really even be seeing them.

“You gonna jump on that yet, dude?” A hand came down to clap on his shoulder and Steve jumped. Mark cut his eyes over to Robin and Chrissy then back to him.

Steve had to suppress an eye roll.

“Yeah, I’ll jump right on it.” He replied, thinking of stupid brown curls and stupid big bambi eyes and stupid fingers and rings and tattoos.

Okay, that may have been a lie.

He didn’t jump right on it.

He had gotten home from work and found Eddie stretched across the couch with a book in his lap and a steaming mug of tea next to him and Steve could do nothing but frown.

He had stalked straight over to put his hands on his hips and glare down at Eddie who slowly dragged his eyes up from his book with the kind of laziness that screamed of him doing it on purpose just to be a bitch about it.

“Can I help you, sweetums?”

Steve didn’t respond, just continued to glare, pointedly picking Eddie’s mug up and slipping a coaster underneath, never once breaking eye contact before gesturing to it with the kind of flamboyant limp wristed flare that was almost comical.

Eddie just watched him with a deadpan stare.

“Oh yes, of course.” He said with batting eyelashes. “We must keep the coffee table that I found at the side of the road in pristine condition.”

“It wouldn’t fucking kill you, would it?”

“Maybe not my body, honey. But my soul would be languishing.”

“Then let it languish. And put a fucking coaster down. No one is going to take away your tortured poets card for it, Dickinson.”

Steve turned on his heel and stormed out to his room, ignoring Eddie’s scoff at his back.

Like, what else was he supposed to do after that?

Just kiss him?

He didn’t think Eddie would have reacted very well to him just climbing into his lap.

Though maybe he would have.

Steve would never know, because he didn’t do it.

And he wasn’t going to do it.

“Have you kissed him yet?”

Steve closed his eyes and rapped himself a few times on the forehead with the handset of the phone before taking a big breath and bringing it back to his ear.

“No, Robert, I haven’t.”

“Don’t hit me with Robert, Stevana, just because you can’t get your dick out of your pants when you want to.”

“Who says I want to?”

“I do.” Robin growled through the phone. “I am the other half of your soul, bitch I know you want to.”

Steve frowned and though Robin couldn’t see it, he was pretty sure she could just sense it. Like he was sending vibes through the phone.

He heard her open her mouth again and he cut her off before she could continue to tell him things he knew but didn’t want to hear.

“Moving on. We were talking about how much I can tell my head-wrecking roommate about your current…” he gleaned around, even though he was pretty sure Eddie was still fast asleep in his room. “Situation.”

“Situation.” Robin huffed. “It’s not a situation, it’s a relationship.”

“Oh wow, really?” Steve snarked back, letting the sarcasm flow freely. “I had no idea. Oh my god, a relationship. Oh gosh-golly-gee. A relationship. Well let me ring the wedding bells, oh happy day, my girl is getting married.”

“Fuck off, Steven.” Robin snapped back, even though she was clearly smiling.

“Who’s getting married?”

Steve jumped and turned his head to find Eddie right next to him.

He could feel the heat radiating off his body, still sleep warm. His smell was concentrated, a hundred percent Eddie, strong from hours spent cosy under the sheets, smelling like comfort and cotton and something completely indescribable that only he had.

His eyes were still a little heavy and a little dazed, his hair was a mess, somehow defying gravity and the oversized shirt he’d worn to bed was slipping down, exposing one shoulder, hanging loose off of his frame and Steve had the almost irresistible impulse just to hug him, as ridiculous as that sounded.

He very quickly snapped his head back to stare at the wall and he said, almost robotically into the phone, “Eddie’s right next to me.”

“Don’t tell him anything!” She screeched out, so loud that Steve could see Eddie’s mouth curl up in a grin, latching onto information he now knew he wasn’t supposed to have.

“What can’t you tell me, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, pressing himself closer, right up against Steve, trying to get his hearing within range of the phone.

Steve felt his breath catching ever so slightly, Eddie’s warmth was seeping into him through his clothes, how was he still so warm? The long line of his lean body up against him and a hand clasped around his wrist to pull the phone a little closer and Steve was going insane.

“Steven, hang up the phone right now!” Robin screeched again, knowing, somehow knowing that Steve was in danger of letting everything spill out if Eddie only asked right or that she herself, as nervous and jittery as she was, would accidentally blurt it out. “Hang u-!”

Steve slammed his free hand down on the switchhook, immediately cutting Robin off as the dial tone rang out.

Eddie dropped himself back down onto his heels. He had a little petulant frown on his face and he was batting those long fucking eyelashes again, but Steve was sure he didn’t even know he was doing it this time.

“You’re no fun.” Eddie said, with a pushed out bottom lip that Steve was suddenly and wildly desperate to get into his mouth.

“It’s not my information to tell.” Steve muttered back, holding out the handset to Eddie. “You’re off work today, right?”

Eddie blinked at him, his eyebrows crinkled up in confusion and a little apprehension as he took it from Steve’s hand.

“Yeah?”

Steve nodded.

“Call Chrissy.”

Eddie’s eyebrows immediately flew up in alarm and Steve had to rush to reassure him.

“Nothing’s wrong!” He said, squeezing his hands around Eddie’s shoulders. “You just… she needs to talk to you about something.”

“That definitely doesn’t sound like nothing’s wrong.”

“No, it’s…” He rubbed his hands down Eddie’s arms until he was grasping him gently around the elbows. “It’s good news.”

Eddie searched his eyes for a moment before looking down at where Steve was still touching him and then looking back up with slightly pink cheeks.

Steve felt his own face heating up and he snatched his hands back. When had he started touching Eddie, what the hell?

“Y- yeah.” He said, taking a step back. “Good news. So you should- just call her, I guess.”

And with that, he turned his back, practically running back into his room and slamming the door behind him, throwing himself down on his bed and all but screaming into his pillow.

“They’re together.”

Eddie slammed his way back into the apartment and Steve had to press his fingers into his temples at the pure irritation coming out of him because remember to close the fucking door softly like a normal person for Christs sake!

“They’re together.” Eddie hissed again, throwing himself down into the chair at the dining table across from Steve. “And she didn’t tell me.”

“She just told you, you fucking drama queen.”

Eddie huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Steve could hear him bouncing his leg, rattling the chains he constantly had hanging off of him. “Yeah. Because your good Judy told you first even though they both know you’re terrible at keeping secrets.”

“Okay.” Steve sat up straighter, leaning his elbows on the table and pointed at Eddie. “One. Robin did not tell me. I saw what I saw when they were both in front of me at the coffee shop and I inferred. Correctly. So keep your hair on. And two,” he raised a second finger, “I’m great at keeping secrets-”

“No, you’re not.” Eddie snapped back with his hands flat against the table.

“Yes, I am!”

“Really, Mary?”

“Yes, really!”

“What secrets are you keeping right now?”

Steve sucked his lips into his mouth.

I’m keeping secrets like I want to stick my tongue down your throat.

I want you to rip the clothes from my body and devour me whole.

I want you to stick your dick in my ass or my mouth.

I want to bend you over the couch and make you scream.

They were leaning over the table towards each other, the both of them bent at the waist and snarling. Steve blinked before heavily lowering himself back down to his chair.

“Nothing.”

But Eddie’s expression was wild and bright, a grin spreading over his face and he leaned even further forward.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about! You look like you’re fit to burst. You’re hiding something.”

“Am not.”

“Are too!”

Steve frowned, refusing to entertain the interrogation any further. He stood, bringing his coffee cup over to the sink.

“Are you mad at them for being together or for not telling us straight away?”

He could hear Eddie sit back down behind him.

“Me and Chrissy don’t hide things from each other.”

“And Robin and I don’t hide things from each other.” Steve said, scrubbing out the inside of his cup. “But what was going to happen if they did tell us? We’d all just sit around and kiki together, have a gay old time in each other's company? They know how we feel about each other.”

“And how do we feel about each other, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, digging in.

Steve felt his whole body stiffen up and he knew Eddie’s eyes were boring into the back of his head.

“We don’t like each other.” He replied, almost automatically.

Eddie hummed in consideration and it sounded a little closer than it had before.

“We don’t like each other.” Eddie repeated.

Steve turned his head to find Eddie leaning up against the dining table, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes snapping back up to meet Steve’s own a little too late from where they had been resting, firmly on his lovely bottom, if Steve had to guess.

Eddie watched as Steve watched him, the both of them staring in hard and deep, tension pulling tight like a string ready to snap, the lie of we don’t like each other reverberating around them in the silence.

Something was starting to catch fire between them, Steve was starting to feel like he could hardly breathe when the shrill ringing of the phone broke it.

He exhaled, actually exhaled like the breath had been stolen from his body when Eddie’s eyes finally left his and he turned to walk down the hallway and pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

Steve couldn’t hear what was being said on the other line but he saw Eddie’s body sag against the wall.

“No, I’m not mad at you, Chrissy. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted that way.”

Steve breathed in deep, clearing out his lungs and his head and left Eddie to have his conversation alone.

It honestly took a lot longer than he thought it would.

He could hear their quiet muttering for well over an hour and when he slipped out of the room to head out to the bathroom when he thought they’d finally finished, he found Eddie curled up comfortably on the floor with the phone cradled to his ear with the most bashful grin on his face, practically twisting his hair around his finger, like a stereotypical girl gabbing with her girlfriends.

Eddie’s gaze snapped up to him, those wide brown doe eyes stared at him like he’d been caught out, his plush mouth going slack before snapping closed and his face lit up bright red.

He clutched the phone tight to his chest like Steve was about to snatch it out of his hands and find out his biggest secrets.

The hallway wasn’t terribly wide, so Steve was forced to step around Eddie, towering over him while he made his way around with one raised eyebrow. Eddie’s face got somehow even redder and Steve could hear him giggling down the phone as he closed the bathroom door.

The same thing happened just in reverse on his way back, Eddie still red faced and no longer able to keep his wide smile off his face while he hissed into the phone “Shut up, shut up.”

Just before Steve closed his bedroom door he could hear Eddie snap out with a false irritation “You’re gonna get me caught. And then what’ll happen, Chris?”

Steve didn’t know what Chrissy said in response but the screech that Eddie let out was enough to give him an idea.

He couldn’t help his own blush burning up his face after that one.

If he was honest with himself he wasn’t brave enough to come out of his room for a while after that, but he did wrestle with the temptation to press himself up against his bedroom door and try to strain to hear anything that he could.

He eventually crammed a pair of headphones on and threw himself back onto his bed after the floor creaked loudly under him when he ventured a little too close.

The rest of the week following… whatever it was that was happening between them had been a little stranger than usual.

There was the usual sniping and bitching but it almost always ended with one of them making a quick retreat after their faces got a little too red and they were staring at each other with blown pupils and short breaths.

It was driving him up the fucking wall.

He was playing it as cool as he could but he was getting to the point now where he was questioning why he was fighting it so hard.

Steve grumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses and snapping out the newspaper in front of him, comfortable and settled on the couch.

He tensed a little when he felt Eddie hovering like he’d taken to doing before and he wondered if he’d have to put up with the disappointment of telling Eddie he looked good for another night out of kissing strangers when all he really wanted to do was tell him that he could stay home and maybe kiss Steve if that’s what he wanted.

He frowned down at the words printed in front of him and did his best to ignore the burning stare he could feel Eddie giving him, waiting to be acknowledged, even as he heard the little huff of irritation, the fabric rustling as he crossed his arms, Steve refused to look up.

He was forced to look up, however, when the newspaper was snatched out of his hands. He turned his eyes up to glare but it was undercut by his surprise when Eddie swung a leg over and planted himself directly in Steve’s lap, knees either side of his thighs and arms slung around his neck.

The look in his eyes was almost challenging,

“Tell me I’m reading this wrong.”

Steve chose to maintain his glare but he still reached his hands out to grab at Eddie’s ass and pull him closer.

“No.”

Eddie settled his weight more firmly down across Steve’s thighs.

“Well, are you going to do something about it then?”

“And if I don’t?”

Eddie’s face split into a grin. “Oh,” he cooed with a little bite to his voice, “she’s feeling catty today.”

“Jesus Christ, shut up.”

Steve surged forward, finally, finally being able to get his mouth on those fucking lips he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for weeks now.

It had been a while since Steve had kissed anyone. Not that he’d minded, really. It was a choice he had made for himself and he’d been happy with it.

But kissing Eddie was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

He dove right in, nothing tentative or unsure about it, pulling Eddie’s body in close until they were flush with each other, pressing him in with enough force that it was surely making it a little difficult to breathe but he didn’t care and it seemed that Eddie didn’t either.

Eddie met him with just as much fervour. Maybe a little more, grabbing Steve by the hair and pulling him in, not giving him an inch to pull away.

His tongue wound its way into Steve’s mouth, dragging it over his own, licking in as deep as it could reach.

Steve closed his lips around it and sucked, pulling a surprised and ragged moan from Eddie’s chest that Steve quickly swallowed down along with the rest.

He felt feral, unhinged, like he wanted to devour him whole.

Which is probably why he chased after Eddie’s mouth with nothing short of a growl when he pulled away.

“Calm your tits, big boy. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Better not be.”

“I’m not. I…” Eddie’s fingers softened against the back of his head and he pulled his plump and shiny bottom lip into his mouth, a little hesitant.

“You..?” Steve prodded.

“I- you don’t do casual anymore, right?” He questioned, almost as if he expected Steve to turn around and say that he was just kissing Eddie for fun.

Which, like, he was. It was fun but that wasn’t the only reason.

“Right.”

“Okay. Good. Great, even.” Eddie looked down, apparently unable to handle looking Steve in the eye at that moment. “Because I don’t want casual with you.”

Steve removed a hand from Eddie’s ass, but only one. He was still human after all. He brought the hand up to brush along Eddie’s jaw, tipping his head back up to look at him. “I hadn’t intended on anything between us being casual.”

Eddie cocked an eyebrow at him, a bright fire of confidence seemed to overtake him again.

The two of them were always pushing and pulling at each other, but it was less snappish animosity now and more snappy playfulness.

“Oh, so you’ve been giving this thought, have you?” Eddie leaned in a little further, ghosting his lips over Steve’s, leaving tingles in his wake and pulling back when Steve moved forward. “How long have you been thinking of me, sweetheart?”

“Far too fucking long for you to be teasing me right now.”

“Awh.” Eddie’s fingers curled into the hair at the back of his head again. “What are you going to do about it, sweetheart?”

“Nothing you don’t want me to do.” Steve was trying to stop his eyes fluttering closed and giving into the urge to either slam Eddie back into the couch or completely melt under his touch, because he had to let Eddie know.

He had to make sure Eddie knew he was safe with him because he still hadn’t forgotten, could never forget the state Eddie had come home in all that time ago.

“I’m not- I want you to tell me what you’re comfortable with.” Steve would have preferred if it had come out more solid and not as breathy as it had been but the sentiment was still there.

Eddie had frozen up for just a moment, his eyes wide and mouth slightly parted but Steve could feel it the second he started to melt on top of him.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Any time, baby.”

Eddie moved forward, leaning back in to continue kissing him but halted again, just a hair's breadth away.

“You’re not married are you?”

“No, Eds.” Steve grinned back. “I’m not married.”

“Okay good. Just checking.”

Any response Steve wanted to give was cut off when Eddie kissed him, hot and feverish and hungry.

Eddie was giving him all these little nips and bites, against his lips, over his jaw, down his neck. He sucked bruises into Steve’s skin like his life depended on it, always pressing a finger in as soon as he moved away until Steve was pretty sure he’d practically been given a necklace of hickies.

He had his hands under Eddie’s shirt, feeling the goosebumps rise up as he teased his touch over his skin, trying to find every little bump and divot he could figure out by feel alone.

Then he was being pulled away.

Eddie’s hands were on his upper arms, spreading them wide and pushing them back until he had them stretched over the back of the couch.

“Keep those there for me, would you, honey?”

Steve blinked at him, trying to clear the fog from his head as Eddie stood. He dug his fingers into the back of the couch with a nod.

He was rewarded with a smile, a devious little thing that he knew would be the death of him, but he welcomed it regardless.

Eddie lowered himself to his knees, reaching for the buttons of Steve’s jeans before stopping.

“You okay with this?”

“Yes, yeah, Jesus fuck.” Steve dropped his head back, the sight of Eddie lording it over him while in between his legs was one of the most obscenely hot things he’d ever seen and he had no fucking idea how he was going to survive for longer than half a second inside his mouth.

There was a moment of relief as his zipper was pulled down, his painfully hard and dripping cock finally given some room to breathe, no longer constrained by denim.

Eddie dug his fingers into the waistband of Steve’s jeans and boxers.

“Up.”

Steve lifted his hips without complaint and in one swift movement, Eddie had his pants and underwear stripped down his legs until they were tangled around his ankles.

Leaning back in with a hungry look in his eye, Eddie placed a hand on either of Steve’s knees and pushed until they were spread as wide open as they could possibly be.

“Normally I’d tease you until you could barely remember where you were but I’m just feeling too damn impatient right now, big boy.”

With a merciless grip, Eddie wound his hand tight around Steve’s cock, licking a stripe up the length, digging his tongue into the vein at the back.

“As long-“ Steve gasped as Eddie started flicking his tongue over the head, “as long as I get to do this to you after.”

“Stevie-” he grinned, brushing his lips against Steve’s cock, “it would be my honour to let you suck my dick.”

“Eddie.” Steve breathed, letting his head fall back against the cushions, already so fucking close and barely holing on by a thread while Eddie continued to tease him.

Eddie sucked the tip of Steve’s cock into his mouth and gave a hum of a question, the vibrations crackling through Steve’s blood like an electric shock, jolting his hips upwards without his say so.

They were forced back down with a fiery glare and Eddie’s fingers digging into his flesh.

“Eddie,” Steve moaned again, unable to do anything else, squirming under his hold, “please.”

Eddie’s eyes rolled up ever so slightly, his own moan of pleasure following immediately after.

“God.” Eddie almost whispered out, letting his lips brush against the raw red tip of Steve’s cock. “Love hearing you beg, sweetheart. Do it again.”

Steve tried to swallow his whine down but it still came out, high and breathy and slutty.

Fine.

If Eddie wanted him to beg, he’d beg so pretty.

“Baby.” Steve whined, gripping at the couch cushions even harder. “Please. I need your mouth. Please, baby, please.”

Eddie grinned up at him. “Good boy.”

The words shot through him, hitting him right in the dick, the brain, the heart and he couldn’t help the “oh, fuck” that came out of his mouth when Eddie suddenly swallowed him down whole, right to the back of his throat.

With his hips pinned down he could do nothing but writhe in place, keeping his arms firmly across the back of the couch while Eddie sucked his entire soul out of his body through his dick.

“Baby, I’m gonna- if you don’t want-”

He was cut off when Eddie all but growled around him, taking him down as deep as he could, swallowing around him, locking him in tight and fuck it had been a while since Steve had anyone else’s hands on him, let alone their mouth and he fucking exploded.

With an embarrassingly thready cry, he came straight into the back of Eddie’s throat, hearing him gag a little at the suddenness of it which only made him cum harder.

Eddie’s eyes were closed in bliss as he rhythmically swallowed and Steve knew the feeling well. As soon as he was able to move his fucking legs again, he’d repay the goddamn favour and show him just what a reformed slut could do.

Eddie didn’t let up when he was spent though, continuing to suck and lick at him like he had nowhere else to be, until Steve had to squirm away, too sensitive and too eager to let it go on for much longer.

“How long has it been since someone touched you?” Eddie asked, resting his cheek against Steve’s thigh, a blissed out smile on his face.

“A while.” Steve said, still a little breathless, running a hand through Eddie’s hair. “A good long while.”

“Shame.”

“Mhm. C’mere.”

With a gentle grip, Steve pulled him back up onto the couch, unable to stop himself from kissing him again, licking into his mouth and tasting himself there, though there was very little taste left. Apparently Eddie was diligent about getting all of it down his throat.

Steve kicked his pants off while Eddie unbuckled his own, lying back against the length of the couch, his hair fanned around his face and looking absolutely delicious.

The shape and size of the bulge in Eddie’s jeans slowly being revealed was already making Steve desperate to get his mouth on it.

He let Eddie wiggle his own pants and boxers down without help. He didn’t want to touch until he was told he could. He still wanted to make sure Eddie knew he was in safe hands.

Eddie met his gaze with soft eyes and a syrupy sweet smile. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

Steve grinned back, lowering himself down to his elbows in between Eddie’s legs, snaking a hand around each of Eddie’s thighs using it as leverage to pull him closer. He hovered his mouth over Eddie’s dick, just the suggestion of a touch, fanning his breath over him and copying what was done to him earlier.

He licked a stripe up the back and dug his tongue in before reaching up to grab at Eddie’s wrist and brought his ring-clad hand to rest over the back of his head.

“Fuck my face.” Steve breathed up at him, mouth hovering over the tip, still not putting it in his mouth.

Eddie’s fingers tightened and his wide eyes, blown as black as they were, had somehow grown even wider.

“Shit, okay. You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Eddie gripped his own cock in his free hand and held it steady while Steve opened his mouth waiting.

He pushed Steve’s head down slowly, keeping his own hips still, testing the water, his breathing coming faster the deeper and deeper Steve took him without complaint.

He felt the tip of Eddie’s cock slip into his throat, settling there and Steve’s eyelids fluttered, his whole body going slack with the feeling, god he’d missed this.

Eddie only let him settle there for a second before he started to pull Steve back up about halfway, then began to move his hips up and down, fucking into his mouth and when Steve let out the most whorish of ragged moans, Eddie started to push his head down to meet his thrusts.

Steve considered himself a dick sucking champion. He’d mastered all of the tricks in his slut years and was determined to put them all to good use now, even as blissed the fuck out as he was he alternated between holding his mouth open and sucking, flicking his tongue around and keeping it flat.

Eddie was a mess of strung together curses above him and his rabbiting hips were quickly losing their rhythm, striking against the back of Steve’s throat with a force that had him sinking and sinking and sinking.

Steve’s head was forced back down one last time, his nose being crushed into Eddie’s pelvis and he could feel the cum shooting down his throat with a suddenness that seemed to take them both by surprise.

Steve swallowed like a champ if he did say so himself, letting Eddie’s softening cock slip out of his mouth when he turned his head to nuzzle into the join of his hip while Eddie gently tried to smooth out the hair he’d tugged at.

“Come up here.” Eddie muttered, pulling lightly at Steve’s jaw to get him to look up. Steve groaned but did as he was told, slithering up Eddie’s body until he was squished in between his side and the back of the couch, face pressed into Eddie’s neck, sleepy and content, being held tight by arms locked around him.

He’d almost drifted off when Eddie turned his head slightly, brushing his cheek against Steve’s forehead.

“Hey Stevie?”

“Mhm?”

“I really like you.”

Steve felt a sleepy grin pull at the corners of his mouth and he pressed a kiss into the thin skin at Eddie’s neck.

“Really like you too.” He yawned, coming out as more of a huff when Eddie squeezed him tight halfway through.

“Think you’d be more comfy in a bed?”

Steve shrugged, not really wanting to move but knowing his back would be very unhappy with him in the morning if he did sleep here.

“Suppose.��

Eddie buried his nose into Steve’s hair for a moment, squeezing him tight again, just once before they both started to shuffle their way up, leaving their discarded pants by the couch and stripping off what was left of their clothes as Eddie led him by the hand into his room, where they fell naked and syrupy sweet into bed together, nodding off almost immediately.

Steve woke up to early morning light spilling in through a crack in the curtains, hair in his face and a warm body squirming against him.

He could feel Eddie’s heartbeat under his hand, rapid and jumping while he shifted his hips around, trying not to wake Steve up but Steve was now awake in every sense of the word.

His morning wood was pressed directly in between Eddie’s cheeks and Eddie was rocking back and forth like he couldn’t stop himself.

Steve pulled him in tighter, feeling desire lick through him at the short gasp of air Eddie let out when he realised Steve was awake.

“You want something, baby?”

His voice was rough from sleep, low and rumbling and Eddie ground his ass back into Steve’s cock even harder.

“Y-yeah.” He breathed out.

“And what’s that?” Steve murmured back, pressing light teasing kisses along the back of his neck.

“Fuck me.” Eddie almost whined.

Steve had no fucking idea what had gotten into him to get him into this state but he was hardly going to deny him.

“I-” Eddie hesitated, his face burning a little red, “I prepped. Last night. I… I had kinda hoped something might happen.”

Steve lifted himself up onto his elbow, rolling Eddie over so he was on his back and tilting his chin to face him.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Eddie shrugged. “I dunno, I was nervous I guess.”

“Are you nervous now?”

“No.” He shook his head as much as he could under Steve’s grip. “Wanna be fucked.”

“Yeah?” Steve rolled himself over until he was lying in between Eddie’s spread legs, “Want me to take care of you?”

Eddie nodded again, his eyes glassy and pleading.

“Hold me down, make me take it.”

Steve pulled back a little from where he was running his nose across Eddie’s jaw, feeling the stubble there scrape against his skin. He looked him in the eye.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, Stevie. Sweetheart. I trust you. I want you to.” Eddie rolled his hips up, dragging a moan out of both of them. “Feel safe with you. Always felt safe with you.”

Steve’s entire heart was melting. His whole body sunk down and he pressed his lips to Eddie’s in a kiss that he hoped conveyed everything he was feeling right now. Sweetness and care and affection and warmth and all of the soft gooey feelings Steve had kept locked away for so long that were all being let out now and how on earth had he ever managed to pretend to himself that he didn’t like the boy directly underneath him.

“As you wish.” He muttered into Eddie’s mouth and Eddie huffed back out at him.

“Don’t Princess Bride me right now, sweetheart.”

“Why?” Steve pouted. “You don’t want to be my princess?”

Eddie hummed against him. “Not right now. Maybe another time.”

Steve grinned back down at him.

“As you wish.”

“So I didn’t manage to suck the bitch out of your dick last night?”

“Nope.” Steve dragged his mouth down Eddie’s neck, licking and sucking at the tender skin there. “But I encourage you to try as often as you’d like.”

“Later.” Eddie exhaled, his breaths coming shorter as Steve slipped a hand between them, bypassing Eddie’s hard cock and instead pulling his legs up around his hips. “Later. For now, I need you in me. Please.”

“Love hearing you beg, baby.” Steve shot back at him with a sharp grin. “Do it again.”

Eddie’s hips jolted up and his eyes started to roll in his head as Steve flicked his tongue over one of his nipples.

“Stevie.” He moaned. “Sweetheart. Please. I need you. I need you. Please fuck me.”

“As you wish.”

“Oh my god.” Eddie rolled his eyes in exasperation rather than arousal and he went to shove at Steve’s shoulder.

Steve grabbed his wrist before he could, pinning his hand above his head and waiting to see if it was too far.

Eddie’s mouth was hanging open and his eyes were blown out again, heavy and on fire and without an inch of apprehension in them.

“Where’s your lube and condoms?”

Eddie blinked himself back, his eyes becoming a little clearer again as he looked towards his bedside locker.

“Top drawer. I’ll-”

He reached out towards it with his free hand but Steve caught his wrist again, bringing it up to meet the other one over his head, crossing them and holding them fast with one hand.

“I think I’ll keep your hands right here.”

Eddie gave his arms an experimental tug, his whole body seeming to light up when he found he couldn’t pull them free with Steve’s weight bearing down on him as he leaned over to rifle through Eddie’s beside locker like he hadn’t even noticed Eddie trying to escape and Eddie’s hips humped up against him again.

Steve let go of Eddie’s wrists but not before telling him, “Don’t move. Your hands stay there.”

He slipped the condom onto himself first so he didn’t have to fumble with it when his hands were all slippery and had just managed to spread a healthy dose of lube over his fingers before Eddie brought his arms down with a petulant little look in his eye.

Steve snapped his dry hand back up, catching both wrists before they could get far and pinning them back over his head.

“Oh, it’s gonna be like that is it?”

Eddie stared up at him, defiant.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Steve grinned down, sharp and predatory, pressing a finger against Eddie’s hole and pushing in.

Eddie writhed underneath him, fucking himself down harder on Steve’s finger than Steve would have expected and weakly attempting to pull his wrists away, the noises coming out of him making something almost animalistic come alive within Steve, pushing another finger in and scissoring him open.

“Fuck me, Stevie. I’m ready. Please.”

Steve drove his fingers in further, finding that bundle of nerves inside him and pressing down mercilessly, making Eddie cry out.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” Eddie hissed out, somehow desperate and irritated at the same time. “Split me open, come on.”

How could he possibly refuse a request like that?

Steve pulled his fingers out and used that hand to spread Eddie wide, hiking his knee up higher around his waist and lining himself up.

With a desperate kind of ferocity, he crashed their mouths back together, shoving his tongue into Eddie’s mouth, swallowing his moans as he pushed himself in.

Eddie apparently refused any adjustment period, almost as soon as he had bottomed out, he was rolling his hips, tightening his legs, trying to get Steve to move.

“Hard-” He panted into Steve’s mouth, “Harder.”

Steve’s thread of control snapped, and he pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in, hard and fast, driving Eddie further up the bed with each punishing snap of his hips, the filthy sounds of their skin slapping against each other reverberating around Eddie’s bedroom while Eddie practically screamed out as Steve nailed his prostate.

He could feel himself getting closer and he refused to go over the edge before he wrung every last drop of cum from Eddie’s body.

He grabbed at Eddie’s cock in a hard grip, while Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head. It only took a couple of pumps before his back arched and he came all over his own chest, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

Eddie was twitching and limp underneath him and Steve finally let go of his wrists, using both hands to grab onto Eddie’s hips and drive into him like he’d asked him to, splitting him wide open as he came harder than he could remember happening in recent memory.

Steve just about managed to stop himself collapsing down on top of him, slipping out and rolling over, falling into the pillows next to him, the two of them panting into the early morning of the bedroom.

He pulled the condom off, tying it closed and leaving it on the bedside locker to be dealt with later.

He spotted his own shirt from the night before lying on the floor and he leaned over the edge of the bed, picking it up and using it to wipe Eddie’s chest down.

When he settled back next to him, Eddie turned to him with a sleepy, dopey smile and heavy eyes.

Steve brought a hand up to brush some hair from his face.

“You okay?”

Eddie closed his eyes, shuffling himself in closer and cuddling into Steve’s chest.

“Yeah.” He sighed.

“Would you calm down?”

Steve shot a glare at Eddie over his shoulder.

“Forgive me for wanting to get the food tasting good. Would you prefer if I fed them spaghetti-o’s?”

They’d invited the girls over for, like, a dinner date thing. It was the first time he and Eddie were going to be observed by them as a couple doing couple things and being domestic and shit so sue him. He wanted things to be perfect.

Eddie plucked the teaspoon from his hand, hip checking him out of the way, dipping it into the sauce and popping it into his mouth.

“See? It’s perfect! It-” Eddie looked from Steve back down to the sauce where it was simmering away then up at Steve again. He took the spoon from his mouth and popped his hip. “Needs more sugar.”

“Oh, it needs more sugar, does it?” Steve snatched the spoon back. Of course his beef ragu needed more sugar, he knew that that was what he had been trying to fix. “Thanks for your genius assessment, Chef.”

“Jesus, what’s up your ass today?” Eddie asked while Steve sprinkled and stirred just a little more sugar in. “Oh, I forgot.”

Eddie pressed Steve into the kitchen counter from behind, grabbing him by the hips to grind up against him.

“I’m in there, aren’t I sweetheart?” Eddie breathed into his ear. “You’re all plugged up for me like a good boy.”

Steve was mercifully saved from what would have undoubtedly been an embarrassingly whiny response or a bratty retort by a knock on the door.

Eddie gave Steve’s ass one last squeeze with his hands before leaving to answer the door in a flurry of movement.

He could hear his boyfriend's overly enthusiastic greeting, probably accompanied by bows and kissed knuckles and whatever other ridiculously adorable nonsense he could come up with.

The girls were led into the kitchen and while Robin immediately broke away to hover at Steve’s side, gossiping with him while trying to steal bites of food, Eddie and Chrissy were by the fridge, getting caught up in conversation after getting drinks for themselves and their partners.

Steve eventually shoved Robin away when she started getting a little more brazen and he enjoyed a blissful eleven seconds of being left to his own devices.

“Steven.”

Steve took a big breath in.

“Edward.”

“The ragu is fine. It’s finished.”

Steve turned his glare over to those stupid big brown eyes that could get him to do almost anything.

Fuck it, he would do anything.

He’d probably agree to kill someone if Eddie asked him right.

Didn’t stop the irritation mixed with white hot attraction that just seemed to follow Eddie around, that Steve couldn’t resist the magnetic pull of.

“You think I’m gonna trust your nonexistent pallet to tell me it’s finished?”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie placed a hand over his heart and closed his eyes while Steve dipped a teaspoon back into the sauce, “my pallet has been trained by only the most refined of sugars-”

Steve shoved the spoon into Eddie’s mouth who, true to everything he’d learned about Eddie in the last couple of weeks, took it like a champ, snapping his eyes upon and sucking around it, his gaze boring into him.

Hollowing his cheeks out, he slowly slipped it out from in between those plump lips.

“Delicious.”

Behind him, Steve could hear Robin mutter to Chrissy.

“Great. We’re gonna have to put up with this shit for the rest of our lives.”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 AO3

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a-little-unsteddie · 3 months

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stuck in your throat || 2.1

[here] || 2.2 || 2.3 || 2.4

i am almost done with writing ch 3, and that means i can publish chapter 2! woo! thanks for everyone’s patience! i’ll be posting twice a week! wed and sat :) this is a short part, but the other three parts are all *much* longer lol.

ch 1, part 1

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By the time Steve got home, it was a little after six in the evening, so he wasn’t sure if he would hear from Chrissy that night or not. Either way, he was very excited to be able to tell Robin that he got the job.

He felt a buzzing under his skin, an itch to do something productive, so he went to his bedroom and began to sort out his clothes. He immediately realized that he didn’t know how long the tour was going to be, so he pulled out his phone and added the question to his notesapp. How he went so long without asking about it was beyond him, as it seemed like a bit of information that was important.

Putting his phone down, Steve returned to his open closet and stared at his clothes in contemplation. It was at some point after this that he received a call, after he’d started filling a suitcase but before he’d even filled it half way.

Recognizing the number, Steve answered, “Hello, this is Steve speaking.”

“Hello, Steve! It’s Chrissy, how are you?” the woman on the other end responded with a cheerful tone.

“Hi, Chrissy! I’m good, how was your day?” he asked with a wince, god, he hated small talk.

“It was great, thanks for asking!” she answered. “The reason for my call is to let you know that you’ve been chosen as the best qualified candidate! I’ve already emailed you the paperwork that needs to be filled out, as well as details of the contract.”

“Oh, my god! Thank you!” Steve said, trying to act surprised, and not as though Eddie had already told him.

“I know Eddie already told you,” well, there went that, “but I still wanted to call you and let you know officially.”

“Uh, yes, he did tell me,” Steve admitted, slightly embarrassed, but pushed through.

He hated phone calls.

“That’s alright, I figured he would. Do you have any questions for me?” Chrissy asked, a clicking sound happening that Steve assumed was her fidgeting with a pen.

“I do, actually! Two.”

“Great! Hit me with ‘em.”

“How long should I pack for?” Steve asked, biting his lip nervously. He looked at the mess he had created of his room again, this time while trying to pack his suitcase.

“The second half of the tour is about two and a half months, but depending on how things go, you could be hired for a full time position while he’s not touring,” Chrissy answered easily, to which Steve hummed as he filed the information away. “We’ll also be sleeping in hotels some of the nights, so you’ll have access to laundry units in them.”

“Sweet! And, well, the second question might be a bit rude,” he confessed, leaning to rest his back against his bed.

Chrissy’s laughter echoed from the phone, “I’m sure I’ve been asked worse. What is it?”

“Do you happen to be hiring for any other reasons? My best friend, Robin, is looking for a full time job so she doesn’t have to work three part time jobs,” Steve explained, trying to be as appropriate as possible while inquiring about another job for a different person.

“Funny you should ask,” Chrissy said, sounding as though she were grinning, “a stipulation of Eddie getting a nanny is that I would hire an assistant to help with my workload for the band. I’ve only received two applicants, so I’d be more than thrilled to add a third to it. I’ll email you the listing to send to your friend.”

“Really? I honestly didn’t expect that to work,” Steve said, mildly impressed with himself.

Chrissy laughed again, “Well, I haven’t hired her yet,” she teased.

“Still, the only thing I was hesitant about was leaving her behind,” he grabbed a random shirt and started folding it to have something to fidget with. “I’m glad that there’s a chance. I’ll definitely have her send in an application.”

“Great! Any other questions?” she asked, to which Steve responded in the negative.

“Not at the moment, no.”

“I’ll get you the information of what we talked about, then, and you should be good. We’ll see you on the 17th.”

“See you on the 17th,” Steve confirmed with a wide smile. The line went dead, and he immediately checked his email for the documents she had sent before the call.

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xenon-demon · 11 months

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only one (1) coherent thought in my skull right now and it’s domestic steddie with Steve washing Eddie’s hair after he’s discharged from hospital post-Vecna.

I’m imagining Eddie’s being discharged to Steve’s house, because Steve is but a simple man with a saviour complex (and also a crush on Eddie) so he’s letting Wayne and Eddie stay with him. Partly so they have somewhere to be while the government sorts out some new housing for them, but mostly because Eddie needs support for these first few weeks out of hospital and Wayne is away at work a lot. Having Steve around as well means Eddie won’t end up in a situation where he needs a hand but is stuck home alone for hours.

Eddie’s recovered enough for discharge but still requires a lot of physical therapy, and one of the things he still can’t do is raise his arms above his head. He can’t wash his hair pretty much at all, and while the nurses washed it for him in hospital, they didn’t do it frequently enough for Eddie’s standards. His hair has been driving him insane, as the limp, greasy feeling against his face, neck and scalp makes him want to claw his skin off. When he’s told how long it’s expected to take before his arms have full range of motion again, he makes a joke-that’s-not-really-a-joke about going back to his buzzcut days just to avoid dealing with the feeling.

Steve is horrified at the suggestion, and immediately offers to wash Eddie’s hair for him. He also divulges that part of the reason he styled his hair the way he did in high school was because he played a lot of sports, and couldn’t stand the feeling of sweaty hair against his neck and face. Sure, he genuinely did want his hair to look good, but styling it up so it was out of his face was an added bonus.

Eddie’s hair is driving him so crazy that he says yes, especially once he realises Steve might actually get where he’s coming from.

Cue an emotionally tense shower, where both Steve and Eddie are stripped down to their boxers because they don’t want to this fully clothed but they sure as fuck don’t want to do it naked, either. (Spoiler alert, they’d both actually love to have a naked shower together, they’re just both too nervous to bring that up at this stage!)

But then Eddie slips while in the shower, still unsteady on his feet and learning to adjust to his bad leg, so Steve makes an executive decision to switch over to the bath. After a bit of manoeuvring they find a comfortable position to do this; Eddie sitting in front of Steve in the bath, Steve’s legs stretched out either side of him. Between the physical intimacy of having your hair washed by someone else, and the way they don’t have to look at each other’s faces as they do this, they end up talking. They get a lot more personal than they were able to in hospital or during Spring Break, and it’s such a nice experience that they’ll each happily put up with the sensory hell of waterlogged boxers.

Eventually - after Eddie and Wayne have moved into their new place, but Eddie and Steve are over at each other’s houses often enough that they might as well still be living together - Eddie can move his arms enough to wash his hair on his own. He’s gotten more used to his bad leg and can stand long enough to even shower if he wants to. They go about three weeks with Eddie washing his own hair, both of them desperately missing this little routine they’d built but not wanting to admit it. One day, however, Eddie feels so lonely and so tired from physical therapy that day that he asks Steve to wash his hair for him. Steve accepts in a heartbeat, almost before Eddie’s even had time to say the words.

It feels different that time. The energy between them is charged, everything feeling more intimate somehow. It’s so palpable a difference that after Steve runs the conditioner through Eddie’s hair to let it sit for a few minutes, Eddie turns around in the bath to face Steve. He takes a breath, trying to steel his nerves, and asks: can I kiss you?

Steve doesn’t answer him; he thinks the way he leans in and slots his lips in between Eddie’s is answer enough.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie ficlet #domestic steddie #charlie writes things #they are AuDHD4AuDHD in this!!!! they’ve both got sensory issues!!!!!#inspired by my own sensory struggles with unwashed hair #also in this universe eddie absolutely is disabled post-vecna and steve has hearing/vision issues due to head trauma #those things just don’t really come up #might make this into a proper fic if I have time/motivation

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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Part 1

Eddie’s coming home from the hospital today, and Steve is quietly singing along to love songs like they’re on the radio, but they’re not; they must be just in his head.

Dustin wants to enjoy it, wants to simply look forward to calling the others; they have an ongoing list of songs Steve has sung unconsciously, ranked according to various degrees of embarrassment, the current winner being his butchering of German in Rock Me Amadeus.

But he can’t. He can’t enjoy any of it.

There’s a window open in the car.

Steve keeps it down unless it’s crazy bad rain, ever since he found out that Erica can get motion sick sometimes.

Dustin grips onto his knees.

He’d tried to convince himself it was all centred around the hospital. That he could contain it.

But now he’s in Steve’s car (Steve’s car! Familiar and safe, where there’s still that streak of mud along the inside of the door from Dustin’s sneakers); he’s in Steve’s car trying not to breathe, because every time he does, he sees those damn particles floating in front of him.

“Okay, what?” Steve says, sounding both amused and resigned.

Dustin sucks in the slightest amount of air that he can manage. “Hmm?”

“Dude, I know you. Whenever you’re this quiet, you want something from me.”

“That’s an erroneous conclusion,” Dustin says.

Steve is meant to say something like oh yeah, erroneous, blah, blah, blah.

But Dustin knows his delivery is off when Steve just gives him a sideways glance while they’re stuck in traffic—knows that Steve misinterprets whatever look is on his face, because the driver window is being quickly wound down, too.

“Hey, do you feel sick? I can pull over.”

“I’m good,” Dustin says, only just managing to suppress a shiver as more cold wind seeps inside.

Steve doesn’t seem particularly happy with that answer, but the traffic starts moving again, leaving him with no choice but to drive on.

“Okay, just—we’ll be five minutes tops, all right? Just look at the, uh, horizon.”

Dustin looks ahead.

Doesn’t mention that all he can see is what the sky looked like from the trailer roof.

There’s a stack of books at the end of Eddie’s hospital bed—Steve’s gone back to the car to get a cardboard box for them. Dustin spots Nancy’s copy of Little Women on the top of the pile.

(During a visit where Nancy had driven him over, Eddie had made them wait in the corridor for a full five minutes before telling them they could come in, and when they did he was clutching the book with red-rimmed eyes, staring at Nancy so accusingly that Dustin couldn’t help but laugh.

“Beth?” Nancy had said, fighting a smile at Eddie’s melodramatic sigh.

Eddie mimed throwing the book at her, careful not to actually damage it. “Fucking Beth.”)

Another book’s in danger of slipping off the edge of the bed; Dustin catches it before it can fall. Peter Pan. He flicks it open, sees a childishly crooked Property of Steve written in pencil on the title page.

Eddie’s pressing some folded clothes into a bag on the other side of the bed. He looks up.

And Dustin suspects that when he went to the bathroom, Steve and Eddie must’ve had some sort of conversation about him, because Eddie says, “Go sit down, I’ve got this,” like Dustin’s the one who’s been recovering in hospital.

“What, scared I’ll rip your books?” Dustin asks, and this time he knows he’s hit just the right tone of normality, just the right mixture of teasing and petulant, because Eddie snorts.

“Shuddup,” he says, and then he lunges for Dustin, ruffling his hair. His hand lingers for a second, tilting so the back of it touches Dustin’s forehead.

“What the hell?” Dustin says, shoving him off playfully.

Eddie’s still grinning from their tussle, but it fades a bit as he gives Dustin a once-over.

“Thought you looked a little peaked,” he says with a shrug.

Dustin forces an eye roll. “I’m fine.”

Eddie seems to accept that, but he pours an extra glass of water and leaves it on the table; and when Dustin takes it, his mouth opens, and Dustin silently pleads inside his head don’t ask me, don’t ask me, and—

Steve’s voice echoes down the corridor, soft and lilting: Islands in the Stream.

Eddie chuckles. “That’s another one for the list,” he tells Dustin, but his eyes glitter like he doesn’t find it embarrassing at all, and when he’s bundling up the books, his fingers trace the front cover of Peter Pan like it’s a rare gem.

Oh, Dustin thinks. Then: You’re so happy.

Steve enters the room with the cardboard box held aloft like it’s a trophy, and Eddie laughs, makes a quip: “Jesus Christ, we’re not at one of your basketball games, Steve.”

Steve grins, briefly bends his knees as if on the basketball court. “You wish.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, shoots Dustin a look as if to say who does this guy think he is?

But his eyes are saying something else.

He passes the books over to Steve, chatting easily about whatever chapter he’d got up to, and their hands touch with such casual intimacy. There should be no space for them to worry here, Dustin decides—and so, for the rest of the day, commits to being the most carefree, boisterous version of himself he can manage.

It gets to the point where the window in his room is permanently shut.

Where he suddenly has this awful feeling of doubt—that this is something he should’ve called a code red over long ago.

He calls Will, twisting the phone cord around his fingers over and over, so tightly that it hurts.

“Will, you know when. Your—your episodes. The Mindflayer. What. What did it feel like?”

The ensuing silence makes shame run down his spine, cold as ice.

But when Will speaks, he doesn’t sound hurt, or even the slightest bit frightened.

“Why?” he asks.

“It.” Dustin grits his teeth. “I’m worried it might. Might be happening again.”

Another silence, and then Will says, very gently, “Dustin, it’s all closed off. I can’t feel anything anymore.”

“Okay.” Dustin blinks back the sudden burning in his eyes. “Okay.”

“You… you know you can talk to me, right?” Will says, tentative and kind, too kind, because Will is the kid who disappeared, who’s had to deal with all this shit for years, stuff that Dustin could never—

“Yeah,” Dustin says.

“My mom, she’ll be home soon,” Will says, rushed suddenly, like he can sense Dustin’s about to hang up, “if you wanna—”

“Yeah, thanks, I’ve gotta go,” Dustin says all in one breath, and ends the call.

And he realises something—kind of hates himself for it. That if The Upside Down was really back, he would’ve felt terrified, sure, but also…

Relieved.

Because the alternative is that the problem is him.

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britany1997 · 11 months

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Swimsuit Body

My first fic for babygirl Stevie🥹🥰 hope y’all love it, it was a little hard but v cathartic for me to write. This idea has been bouncing in my head and I had to write it out🥺

Steve Harrington x Fem! Plus size reader

Warnings: No smut but spicy references, minors under 16 DNI, body dysmorphia/insecurity, angst to fluff

You fiddled with the hem of your t-shirt as you stood in front of Steve’s bathroom mirror. You bit your lip, struck by guilt as you realized all your friends were probably wondering where you were, but you couldn’t get your feet to move.

Your sweet boyfriend couldn’t have been more excited to host a pool party to kick start the summer. You loved him so much and you wanted to be out there. Yet instead of longing by the pool, you were stuck, obsessing over your reflection.

“Hey baby,” your head snapped to see a smiling Steve leaning against the door frame.

You blushed and pulled at the shirt awkwardly, “what’re you doing up here Stevie? Everyone’s outside.”

He pushed off the wall and slid behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, “not everyone,” he whispered in your ear.

You couldn’t stop the corners of your lips from pulling up into a smile. His patented ‘Steve Harrington charm’ always had that effect on you.

He pulled back to turn you in his arms until you were facing him, “come keep me company by the pool honey, I miss you.”

You bit your lip while shifting back and forth on your feet.

His eyebrows furrowed, “what’s wrong baby?” He looked you up and down, “where’s your swimsuit?”

You gestured to the shirt and cringed, “um, under here.”

Steve shot you a concerned look, “hey baby tell me what’s going on,” he rubbed your back soothingly, “why’ve you been up here the whole time?”

You pulled out of his arms, causing a frown to spread across his face, “it’s nothing,”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Steve spoke softly, “talk to me honey, I wanna help.”

You sighed, your gaze falling to the ground, “I just…I don’t like how it looks on me.”

“How what looks?” Steve asked, confused.

“The suit,” you clarified, pulling the shirt over your head and cringing at the vision of yourself in a black bikini, “my body in the suit.”

His confused expression shifted into one of disbelief. “Baby no, you look amazing.”

You flinched away when he reached for you, “stop, please, you don’t mean it.”

Your heart clenched as he looked at you like a kicked puppy, “I do mean it baby, you’re so beautiful.”

“Steve, look at these,” your fingers traced the stretch marks scattered across your stomach, “I’m never gonna look like Nancy in a swimsuit, they don’t fit me like they fit her.”

He huffed as he gently took your hand and placed your palm against his chest, moving your fingers along his scars. “I don’t want you to look like Nancy,” he mumbled, “I want you to look like you.”

You bit your lip, “your scars are different.”

“Why?”

“They just are.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, “you don’t get it.”

He moved to hold you against his chest, and this time you let him, “then explain it to me.”

Your eyes fluttered closed and you breathed out, thinking of a way to put it into words for him.

“It’s like I could look into the mirror and spend hours picking each part of myself apart,” you explained, “I feel so trapped in my own body, I wish I could just…take it all off you know?”

Steve frowned.

“I hate the way my thighs look, they’re way to big.”

He fell to his knees in front of you, his hands coming up to caresses the backs of your thighs, “you mean my favorite earmuffs?”

“Steve.”

“Sorry baby,” he smiled sheepishly, “when we get dinner with my parents, they’re so…cold, it’s hard to feel comfortable, even in my own home.”He looked up at you, “but then when I touch your thigh, or give it a little squeeze, I feel better because I know that you’re right there with me.”

You blushed, ripping your gaze from his, “I hate my stomach,” you squeezed it with disdain, “when I was a kid I use to which I could just carve it off.”

Steve frowned, still kneeling he pressed his face against your middle. “I love when we watch movies on my couch together, because you let me lay between your legs with my head on your stomach and you run your hands through my hair.” He smiled to himself at the memory, “nothing makes me happier, you’re so soft, and nice, and warm.”

His cheeks tinged pink, “plus I think it’d be a nice home for my baby one day.”

Your lips parted as you let out a soft gasp.

“If you want that too of course!” Steve clarified hastily.

You raised your hands to your cheeks, “I hate how chubby my face is,” you pulled the skin back with your palms before letting it fall back into place.

Steve stood, taking your hands in his and moving so that his face was centimeters from yours. “Your face is the first thing I picture when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I think of when I fall asleep.”

You whimpered, after being showered in Steve’s praise, your resolve was beginning to wear thin.

Steve smiled as he cradled your cheek in his palm, “baby, you can wear whatever you want to the party, I want you to be comfortable,” the pad of his thumb swiped across your rosy cheek, “but your body is perfect.”

You sighed, “yes yes, my body is perfect to you-”

“No,” he cut you off.

It was your turn to look confused, “no?”

“No,” he repeated, “not just to me, your body is perfect. Period.”

Of course, Steve couldn’t fix years of self-doubt and passive aggressive comments from your mother, but damn did he make you feel beautiful.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

When you finally pulled back, a dopey smile stretched across his face, “gonna come down with me honey?”

You beamed, “yeah,” you decided, leaving the t-shirt discarded on his bathroom floor, “I am.”

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findafight · 1 year

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The urge to write an S1 au where Steve is pursuing Barb instead of Nancy and Barb is like this fuckin guy but is, admittedly, charmed by his goofiness he only seems to show when they're alone or with just Nancy and/or Tommy/Carol. And she does like him, quite a bit. She plays it coy but Nancy is there giving her side eyes like girrrllll you just made out with school heartthrob, little bit of a slut, Steve Harrington? He's giving you dopey smiles in the hall?? Was that a flirty little finger wave I saw? And Barb is going shut up Nancy it's not like me to go around making out with boys or whatever he's just cute and kind okay he's bitchy too tho it's fun to flirt I guess and Nancy is like you are also bitchy? Seems like a good match to meeee? And Barb is like FINE okay we made out under the bleachers and I touched his butt. It was so much fun.

And the hangout happens etc but Nancy is like okayyy baaaarb I'm gonna ;) head out now ;) you okay here? And Barb is like Nancy for the love of fuck I am going to make out with him and he might even take his shirt off I will call you when I get home but Nancy goes it might be a bit late to call...maybe try in the morning;) and Barb kinda wants to die a little bit because her best friend is sorta living vicariously through her and it's embarrassing to have a crush but also. It's fun and exciting to have a sort of boyfriend who's clearly super into you but also backs off when you tell him to and lets your intense best friend come to what you are realizing may have been a casual double date, so she waves to Nancy and heads upstairs.

They sleep together and it's nice and she even got him to help her take her bra off while she felt him up under his shirt and she's pretty proud of how smooth she was. But she does have to go home, so she nudges him awake and he kisses her again and she tells him she's heading home but is also stealing his sweatshirt. He gives her a lazy smile and asks if he's picking her up for school tomorrow and she's like nu uh I'll see you AT school bucko. And he gives her a little pout but says goodnight and she starts walking the few blocks to her car.

She never makes it.

The next day at school Nancy is like Steve. Where is Barb. And he's like Nancy. Where is Barb. And both go ???? WHERE IS BARB!!

Cue them both kinda freaking out, and then finding out Jonathan took pictures of the backyard and had at some point looped around and taken a picture of Barb fiddling with her Keys with Something in the background. Steve still smashed his camera because what the fuck Jonathan, the picture he took was like. Ten seconds before her bra came off? But now they're all stuck together because they've gotta find Barb and Will.

Idk what else I just think Steve/Barb is an under used ship but it's cute.

#stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #barbara holland #barb holland #steve x barb #stranger things au #starbara #that can be the ship name #coin toss to whether barb lives im leaning to her living because she wasnt trapped in the pool so she'd be able to run away #stevara #a different ship name lmao #barb x steve #idk i think barb being pursued and nancy being like damn. wish thst were me. but also. get it barb!! is fun.#bc shes not so jaded bc she hasnt gone thru losing barb #st1 #finda's rambles #finda writes stuff

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munsonsreputation · 1 year

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Acts of Affection

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [5.8K]

warnings: a tiny bit of sad steve but reader reassures him! full of domestic tooth rotting fluff <3

summary: sometimes it's the little things that matter the most and make your heart melt. you and steve are no different...these are six times that the small acts of affection made your love for each other grow.

“Stevie!”

He watched you exit through the double doors of your college campus, instantly catching his gaze all the way from the parking lot where he stood leaning up against his car waiting for you. Flowers in hand and a little teddy bear for good measure. You squealed his name, racing down the few steps and into his arms that always felt like home.

Today had been a stressful one, to say the least. It was finals season, and you had been working tirelessly for the past two weeks trying to cram as much studying as you could into your schedule. Unfortunately, that meant fewer dates and time to spend carelessly with your boyfriend, Steve. Nevertheless, he was an absolute trooper through all of it. Bringing you coffees and little snacks to get you through those boring studying hours and somehow convincing you to take naps in order to recharge. He was the absolute bestest.

“How are you, pretty girl?” He asked through your hair, the smile he loved so much, pressed up against his neck until you pulled away and he got to see it for himself.

“Better now…you know you didn’t have to do all this.” You pouted, plucking the plush out of his hand and aweing at it before Steve had shook his head, planting a small peck on your lips, thumbs resting on your cheekbones warmly, “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I know you’ve been so tired, but now you can finally relax for a little.”

You fell into the warmth of his hand and the softness of his voice. He was always your comfort place during times of stress and anxiety like this one—somehow he had all your worries go away and you knew that being in his presence would be enough.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” He kissed your temple, keeping his lips there as he the question fumbled upon your skin.

“But I’m already home.” You whispered, sweetly, dotting kissing on the underside of his jaw and a few on his neck as you could feel the adams apple bop while he laughed happily.

Steve found it in himself to draw you away, not before placing a single kiss on your lips once more, his thumb pressing on your cheeks as he smiled at you, “I’ve got your favorite waiting on the kitchen table.”

“Chicken parm?” Your voice heightens, and he nods, withholding his laughter.

“Yup, my mom made it fresh this morning before work. She knows how much you love it.”

You squeal, happily moving side to side in his arms, “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Steve finds your excitement for simple acts like this one to be rather adorable, but he knows that you deserve it. After working so hard and almost overworking yourself from some good grades, you deserved a good home cooked meal you loved.

He opened up the passenger door for you, letting you in, “Wanna tell me about the exams on the way?”

“Oh, just wait until you hear about Professor Danielson’s stupid test rules!” You huffed heavily as you buckled your seatbelt and looked up at Steve, who smiled, pecking at your lips again.

“Can’t wait to hear it, baby.”

Class getting cancelled was a rare occurrence, so you were surprised when you waked up to your ethnic studies class to see a large piece of paper, poorly stuck to the door that read, “class has been cancelled for today, see you next week!”

But who were you to complain? You now had a free schedule for the rest of the day, left to do whatever you wanted, but you had already finished up the last bits of homework you were aiming to get done and Steve was at work. So you opted to go home…Steve’s home, actually. His parents loved you, even trusting you with a spare key that you use a lot, coming in and leaving almost every day.

While you should’ve settled on taking a relaxing nap that you deserved, you remember that Steve had been talking about how messy his closet had been getting over the last couple of weeks. It wasn’t easy, constantly needing to share a closet with not only you, but the rest of the younger boys who often raided it, looking for the new trendy pieces they could sport at school. So you took it upon yourself to organize it.

Steve had a ton of polos—you weren’t complaining since he looked good in every single one, but Jesus did he have a lot. One in every color and every shade, and different brands and prints. He also owned quite a collection of different jackets, some he had bought at the mall after receiving a hefty paycheck, a few gifted to him from holidays and birthdays, some that he had picked up from garage sales and thrift stores that you and Steve would visit on weekend, but his favorite one was the light grey Members Only jacket you had gifted him for your one-year anniversary.

Pants were definitely the most modest part of his wardrobe in terms of quantity. He opted to only buy a few ones that were of great quality, but were highly expensive. He only had a few pairs of Levi’s and the rest being old sweatpants and shorts he would only wear at home or when it was hot out.

Then there were the shoes. God, if Steve loved something more than he loved you, it was shoes. He collected them like a hoarder. It was a rule that the younger kids could pick anything in his closet expect the shoes! He cared for those pieces like his baby. You practically had to force him to wear every single pair at least once before buying another or else they’d just sit in a pile in his closet forever until they fell apart naturally.

“Finally!” You exhaled, dusting your hands off as you took a step back and examined your work.

After about two hours, you were able to completely transform his closet. Organizing everything you had hung up by type and color so that Steve would have an easier time sorting through what he had. You even had the time to create a pile of clothes that you hadn’t seen Steve wear in a while, placing it in the corner of his room to go through himself before offering it up to the boys or donating it.

“Baby! You in here? Your cars’ in the driveway!” The front door opened and Steve's voiced filled the expanse of his home as you shouted out a reply,

“Hi Stevie!”

Your feet took you quickly down the stairs and into his arms, inhaling his cologne while you nuzzled your face into his neck, hugging him close.

“Class got cancelled today.” You mumbled against his skin, pulling away when he rested his hands on your sides, squeezing slightly.

He frowned, rubbing circles with his thumbs, “Why didn’t you call? I would’ve called out early for you.”

“S’ok, you’re here now and that’s all that matters.” Your cheeks rose as you smiled, finally landing your lips against his in a kiss.

His own, moving against yours gently, before pulling away, “I have a surprise for you upstairs.”

“Is it a naughty surprise?” His eyes brows wiggled and his tone shifted higher as you groaned, pushing his chest annoyingly, “Ew! Just come on!”

Your fingers took his wrist, pulling him up the stairs behind you as he laughed, speaking out a jumble of words like, “I’m just messing with ya baby,” “I hate surprises,” and “just tell me, please!”

“Ta-da!” Your arms flared out towards his open closet when you two finally entered his room.

He was astonished, “Babe, you did all this yourself?” walking up to it, his fingers skimmed each item as he passed by, looking at how organized everything was and how he could finally see the floor of his closet after all these weeks.

You nodded your head happily, “Yeah! It was actually really therapeutic to go through everything and see it all come together.”

He turned back to you when your bubbling voice filled the air. “I even made a pile of clothes you don’t wear anymore over there.”

Looking at to where you were pointing, he saw a bunch of old tee-shirts and hoodies that didn’t find him anymore, and then glanced back at you, “Baby, you really didn’t have to—“

“Uh uh.” You shook your head, finger waving from side to side making him chuckle, getting closer enough to you to wrap his arms around your waist.

“i wanted to! You’ve been complaining for weeks about it being a mess and I know you didn’t have the time to organize it all by yourself, so I took it upon myself to—mph!”

He pulled you into a kiss, mid-sentence making you shriek, “Shhh, stop rambling, baby.” He said against you, making you groan, fingers going up to his shoulder to pinch him slightly, “Not cool.”

“I love you.” He said, totally ignoring your fake annoyance,

“I love you too.”

The clanking of plastic hitting the diner table caught your attention, stopping you mid chew as you stared at Steve, who did nothing but smile, resting his chin on his fist as he watched you, “I made you a mixtape!”

“Are you serious?” the half mushed food in your mouth, muffling your words as he laughed, reaching over to close your mouth with his forefingers.

“Finish chewing—“ you rolled your eyes lightly, setting down your fork, mouth mashing up the last bits of food while you picked up the cassette.

from stevie to my baby…all these songs remind me of you, I love you.

keep on loving you - reo speedwagon

crazy for you - madonna

heaven - bryan adams

take my breath away - berlin

nothing’s gonna stop us now - starships

p.s. did I mention I love you?

You did realize your eyes welling with a pool of happy tears as you read the tracks—all of them being significant theme songs for you and Steve’s love story. When any of them would come on the radio, the two of you would instantly think of each other, reminiscing about drunk karaoke nights, late night drives around town, and sleepy nights you would spend falling asleep in each others arms.

“I could only fit five songs on this cassette but Eddie told me he could lend me a few empty ones so I could—“ He paused, seeing as you laughed lightly, eyes blinking and tears rolling down your cheeks and jaw, “baby are you crying?”

His thumb reached out to swipe under your eyes, then cupped your cheeks, eyes filled with concern of his side as you reassured him with a sincere smile, “Happy tears, Stevie…this is so sweet.”

“They’re just songs honey, you shouldn’t cry.”

Heading shaking in his grasp, turning slightly to kiss his wrist then look back into his eyes, trapping him in a trance of love that he would never be able, and never wanted to escape, “You’re the most thoughtful person I’ve ever had to privilege of knowing, let alone loving…the littlest things you do make me fall even more in love with you.”

Sure, you and Steve would share sweet nothings with each other all the time…almost on a daily basis, but this confession made his heart beat ten times faster and heat up to the hottest temperature. He’s never felt so…appreciated?

“I…wow, I’m sorry, I just—never knew I could make someone feel like that.”

Watching him stutter over his words was a touching scene, knowing Steve was totally honest and speechless, “I meant every word, I love you and I’m going to cherish this for the rest of our lives.” you told him, pressing the tape to your heart and leaning forward to peck his lips.

“I love you too, never gonna stop loving you—wait! I should’ve put that on there!” He groaned, hanging his head low as you giggled, shaking your head as you assured him.

“When you make me another, you can put it on there!” You patted his cheek with your warm palm, “Let’s finish up and we can listen to this with the windows down.”

He smiled warmly, pecking your lips, talking against them half-jokingly, “You’ll get cold after two minutes and ask me to roll them back up.”

You nodded, pressing your lips to his again, “And you’ll roll them up and turn up the heat.”

“Like I do all the time.” He agreed, finally pulling away to take in the expanse of your face and all your beautiful features he memorized.

You tiptoed out of the backdoor with your bare feet on the deck. Steve’s sweater clinging onto your body against the cold air, but thankfully the two mugs of hot chocolate you had made were warming your palms up.

“‘morning hot stuff.” You whispered cooly, leaning down to kiss his cheek before he had the chance to look up at you.

You smiled when you pulled away, handing him over his mug that he graciously took, then pecking your lips, “You’re up early…are you not freezing?”

He patted his thigh, signaling for you to sit on his lap, and so you did, snuggling yourself in embrace, feet bending to rest on the lounger that you two were now relaxing on. Your naked knees taking on the warmth of the mug that you set on them.

“You warm me up just fine.” You said softly, taking a sip of the sweet drink, overlooking the beautiful water and misty air.

It was your first time at Steve’s uncle’s lake house, and surprisingly enough, they had to trust the two of you to stay alone for the weekend. It was the perfect little getaway for the both of you, considering the fact that Steve needed to use his vacation days and you desperately needed to get your nose out of the textbooks for a while.

The comfortable stubble that scratched against your cheek was a case of Steve forgetting to pack his razor and being too lazy to head to the store down the road to get one. But you weren’t complaining. You always loved every touch Steve laid on you, accidental or purposeful. The butterflies and swelling of your heart never was a feeling you would get used to. It happened all the time.

When he reaches to hold your hand. Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Guiding you around a crowded room with his hand pressed gently into the small of your back. Throwing his leg over your body to prevent you from getting out of bed too early. And laying sweet kisses all over your body.

It always had the same effect on you.

“One day you’re going to catch hypothermia, babe.” He argued back with a chuckle, his free hand rubbing up and down your legs attempting to get the blood circulating.

You just giggled softly, taking a sip from your mug, indulging in his touch before finally saying something, “We’re never apart, so that’s highly unlikely.”

“You’re right…you know how much I love to keep you warm.” He kissed up the expanse of your neck up to your ear, making you fall into his touch deeper, his hand leaving your wrap over your shoulders, keeping you close.

“I wish every morning could be like this.” You murmured, turning your head to stare up into his eyes that agreed silently before coming down to peck your lips.

His were slightly chapped from the cold weather neither of you were accustomed to, but the chapstick on your lips seemed to do the trick, “One day I’ll get us a place of our own on a lake and we can spend every morning out there…” the sweet words fell onto your lips as he whispered them before pulling away.

“We can watch the sunrise and the sunset, host summer parties with our friends out here…then when we have kids, we can spend time with them out here—our little family at our little lake house.”

You smiled warmly, bringing one of your hands up to rest upon his cheek. The scarlet blush you were certain was from the icy weather, but was, in fact, due to his love for you. It was the mere fact that he was so infatuated with you in the simplest times like these…with no one around to judge or critique the love you had for one another.

“You want to have kids with me?” You asked as if you didn’t already know the answer, having thought of that dream too.

He huffed jokingly with the rolling of his eyes as he nodded, hand making its way to rest on your stomach, “You’re the only one I can ever imagine having a family with…you’d be a great mom.”

“Says the guy who has been a single dad of six since he was seventeen.” You retorted as you both shared a laugh before taking a sip of the hot chocolate to warm your bodies once more.

You leaned down to set your cup on the deck, allowing both hands to be free so you could rest them on Steve’s that still laid over your belly, “I can’t wait to have your babies…I think we’d make pretty good looking humans if you asked me.”

Steve grinned, nodding his head, “I think so too…what do you think about heading inside and us warming up in a different way?”

The wiggling of his eyebrows made you burst out in amusement, but not stopping the twists that were happening in your stomach. He just sat there, shaking his head with a smile on his face, trying to act as if it wasn’t the corniest thing he had said all week, “Ok, c’mon, it wasn’t supposed to be funny, babe!”

“It was pretty funny!” You quipped, poking at his sides, making him flinch, almost spilling his drink.

He “oh’d” with a laugh, leaning over to set him down on the deck beside yours, then finally lifting you up into his arms.

“Stevieeeee!” you squealed, weakly attempting to wiggle out of his gasp as he walked you two up the deck.

“I feel your temperature dropping, babe! We gotta get you warmed up, quick!” He joked dramatically, feet running heavily on the wood, as you could do nothing but laugh and hold on to him tightly with every step he took.

You quietly unlocked the front door to the Harrington residence, toeing your sneakers off and leaving them at the front door as you made your way through his house. Today’s lecture required you to stay back a few hours longer, needing some extra tutoring in order to fully grasp the concept that way you wouldn’t fail the upcoming test that you so badly needed to pass in order to get an A for the school year. That sadly meant leaving Steve alone for a few hours, but you assumed he could manage, considering the fact that this wasn’t the first time you had to stay on campus a little longer. Usually he’d come home and take a nice nap after work while he waited for you or other times he would hang out with your friend group until he received a call that you would be heading home.

But today was different.

You stumbled into the kitchen and found a note stuck onto the fridge with one of the smiley faces magnets that littered the silver appliance.

“hi baby, I left some soup for you to heat up on the stove. not having a great day, a lot on my mind, don’t want to worry you though. I’m upstairs napping. Make sure you eat first before you come to bed. I love you, sweetheart.” - your stevie

A frown covered your face as you turned to the stove and saw a small pot of soup and a bowl and spoon already laid out for you. But Steve should’ve known better that you wouldn’t be able to eat without checking up on him first. He would always be your number one priority. You left the food there, and walked up the stairs, heading straight to his bedroom where you softly knocked on the door, just to let your presence be known as you twisted the knob and let yourself in.

There he laid under the comforters on his stomach, snoring quietly while the gently breeze of wind came in through his windows. You sat your bag down on the floor and made your way over to him, sitting on the small space that was left and rubbing a soothing hand over his clothed back.

“Hi handsome…I missed you.” You said loud enough for him to wake, kissing the space beneath his ear.

He mumbled out a few incoherent words, before finally shifting around to face you. His sleepy red eyes, evident that he may have been crying a few hours before or even rubbing them a little too hard. It worried you.

“Did you eat?” He asked, and you shook your head, reaching out to fix the messy hairs that danced on his sweaty forehead.

Steve groaned, scolding you for not without using his words, “I couldn’t after what I read in your note. Is everything OK? You want to talk about it?”

You knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand and that included knowing that he had a soft side that not many people knew about. Sure, he expressed his protective and loving side for his close friends, but rarely did he ever expose his true inner feelings. He only did that with you. And you were honored to be his person that he could be his true self with, without worrying about being judged for feeling such deep and emotional things.

“Life is just…. a lot.” He sighed, looking down sadly in his lap, feeling defeated and lost in what was the weird transition to adulthood and still holding on to being a young adult.

You scooted closer, mirroring his body language, but wrapping your arm around his shoulder and the other on his wrist, getting him to feel some sort of comfort during this time.

“I understand, babe… life can be a lot, but I hope you know that you’re not alone—I’m always going to be here.” You reassured him with your calming voice and slow circles that you rubbed on his wrist.

You could feel his breath hitch and his back crouch lower falling almost away from your touch if you didn’t chase it, “Hey, hey…I’m here baby, talk to me…what’s going on? How can I help?”

“I get scared that it’s all going to disappear.”

The sentence was clear, yet his voice was shaky as some of the words slipped off his tongue with a breathy tone.

“D-disappear?”

“You.” he clarified, staring back up at you with tear-filled eyes, threatening to spill over any second now.

You could feel your heart rip into a million tiny pieces just looking at the love of your life like this. It was something you had never witnessed before, at least not like this. How could you ever disappear from his life when you two practically needed each other to survive? He would be crazy to think that, but right now, you needed to reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere.

“Steve.” You whispered, retracting your hands from their initial placement and bringing them up to cup his cheeks. Swiftly your thumbs moved to swipe the tears that finally fell when he blinks, those brown orbs coated with a cloud that you hated to see.

“I…I’m never going to disappear, alright? I love you, so so so so much and I can’t even imagine living a life without you….what makes you think I’d ever want to leave the person I love so dearly?”

“I dunno…” he sniffled, closing his eyes briefly, before opening them up again and staring into his favorite pair of eyes, face covered with concern, “sometimes I think that I’m not enough for you…that you’ll get tired of me, maybe find someone better than a stupid guy who works at a vhs store.”

He shook his head shamefully in your hold, as you could do little but bite your lip and laugh lightly, causing his brows to furrow, “It’s not supposed to be funny—“

“Baby.” You whispered tugging his face closer to yours, just inches apart now, “I couldn't care less about the job that you have…hell you could work as a damn plumber and I would still feel the same about you because I love you.”

He swallowed, not chancing this moment as he watched your lips move swiftly with more words leaving them.

“I love the fact that you take the time to memorize all my weird little quirks. I love it when you leave little notes around the house and in my bag to read throughout the day because you know I miss you too much. I love when you wake me up in the morning and pepper me with kisses because it’s the only way to get me up. I love that you make me mixtapes and I never get tired of listening to them. I love that you have the biggest heart and the kindest soul. I love that you would do anything for the people that you love.”

Steve could feel his sad little heart sparkling with happiness as he listened to your meaningful words.

“I love you, Steve Harrington, because of what’s in your heart. I mean it every day when I say that I love you and nothing is ever going to stop me from doing so…especially not your job. Please know that I’m not going anywhere, not ever, ok?”

He didn’t waste time with words, only pressing his lips to yours, letting them rest on each other in a soft touch before finally moving gently against one another. Everything and all his fears were lifted away with you here telling him that everything would be ok…that it was all in his head.

“Thank you for always reassuring me.”

You smiled against his lips and nodding, foreheads slightly bumping each others making you both laugh and pull away.

His eyes were no longer clouded with sadness, but now glimmering with love.

“Always, baby.”

So maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea for you and Steve to host a sleepover movie night at his place on a Sunday knowing he had work the next day and you class—but it was the only day everyone was free, so fuck it…right?

You tucked your face deeper into Steve’s chest, inhaling his scent combined with the morning air that suffocated the living room as the warmth of the sun bled through the thin curtains and onto your exposed skin that wasn’t covered by blankets. It wasn’t odd for you and him to crash in the living room. Sometimes the two of you would be too tired to walk up his flight of stairs or you would both would fall asleep in each other’s arms during movie. But this is the first time you had been awoken by snores…some of which you weren’t familiar with, they didn’t sound like Steve’s snores…they belonged to your friends…the ones you let sleepover—

“Fuck! Steve wake up! We overslept!”

You instantly shot up, arm blindly reaching out to shake Steve awake whose eyes snapped opened quickly, watching as you threw off the blankets in a pile on the floor. A few of your friends squirming from their places on the air mattress and opposite couch who woke up to your loud shrieks.

“I thought you set the alarm,” He mumbled out, snapping out of his initial concern and rubbing his eyes with his fingers.

You got up, racing towards the digital clock that sat on the coffee table, “Batteries were probably out…stupid thing!” you smacked it harshly as if that would do you both any good as he stifled his laugher and finally got up.

“Go shower, I’ll handle get started on coffee.” He said patting your bum and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, watching as you nodded running up the stairs loudly, not caring if you woke your friends.

You worked quickly, rushing around Steve’s bedroom as you brushed your teeth. Pulling out some clothes from your drawer of things there, gathering some school appropriate pieces that you know would match since you didn’t have much time. You had thrown them onto the bathroom counter, reaching into the shower to warm up the water before rising from your mouth and practically ripping off your clothes and hopping in for a quick rinse.

Steve was working just as hurriedly downstairs. The kettle was on high and the two pieces of bread had been put into the toaster. He had gotten each of your mugs ready with a spoonful of coffee grounds and the sugar pot already waiting beside them for the end. The eggshells littered the bottom of the kitchen sink as he vigorously whisked and seasoned them before pouring them in the hot pan. He worked the spatula around the mixture, setting it down and rushing towards the fridge to grab the bread, peanut butter, and jam to get started on the lunches you two would be packing.

“Babe your turn!” You were rushing down the stairs with his toothbrush in hand with a fresh line of toothpaste already on it.

He turned, thanking you with a quick smile before shoving it in his mouth and rushing up the stairs.

It was easy for you to take over. The eggs were nearly finished and now plated. The kettle had been done boiling, so you poured the hot water into your cups, watching as the dark brown slowly take over, adding in two scoops of sugar into each cup. The toast popped up. You turned around grabbing them with quick fingers and drizzling a squiggle of honey on them for sweetness.

The sandwiches had been already made and only needed to be cut and placed into ziplock bags. And so you did that, grabbing a clementine and bag of chips for each of you to have for lunch.

“I have your backpack, sweetheart.” You turned your head and saw Steve heading down the stairs with your bag in his hands that he placed down at the floor of the front door.

“Thanks handsome! Breakfast is ready!”

You turned, setting your coffees down on the table, being greeted with a peck on the lips as you giggle, nudging him away jokingly, “eat or we’ll be late.”

He rolled his eyes, checking his time on his watch, “We’ve got approximately six minutes and thirty-five seconds to leave the house before either or us are late…we’re fine.”

Steve casually takes a bit of his toast and picks up bits of the scramble eggs with his fork before eating them. You do the same, but with a bit more of urgency remembering you had forgotten your scarf and a few pieces of jewelery you usually sported upstairs.

“Be right back!” You mumbled with a full mouth of toast, as you scrambled out of your seat and back up the stairs.

At this point, all of your friends had woken up due to the loud ruckus and unbeknownst to you and Steve, they were watching you two run around, absentmindedly helping one another with small tasks like a cooperative relationship.

Steve had gulped down the last remnants of his coffee and begun placing the dishes in the sink to give them a quick wash. You came down the stairs, fingers securing the earring backs to the small jewels that Steve had gifted you for your birthday one year ago—his green vest loops over your arm as you crept up behind him and nudged him slightly.

“Almost forgot this.” you smirked, holding it out for him to work his arms through.

“You’re the best.” He mumbled sweetly, handing you your cup of coffee to finish as he brushed down the flyaway hairs at the top of your head with his palm.

You swallowed the rest of the semi bitter caffeine, handing him over your cup then walking over to your lunches, quickly adding a smiley face and heart to his brown bag with the thick sharpie.

“Ready to go?” He asked, wiping his hands clean as you turned around and nodded, handing him his lunch as you two walk out of the kitchen and went to the front door quickly slipping on some shoes and grabbing your respective car keys.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and pecked his lips, “Remember you need to fill up your tank, you’re almost on E.” you reminded him as he nodded patting his pocket to make sure he had his wallet, which he did.

“Call me during lunch if you have time? And I’ll see you here at 3?” He proposed, and you nodded, giving him a hug.

You two were almost out the door when he remembered that your friends were still over.

“Hey dinguses! Lock the door on the way out and make sure you fold the blankets!” He reminded with a shout before shutting the door.

They all turned to each other with sleepy smiles, heading over to the nearest widow to watch the couple part ways.

“They’re like a married old couple.” Dustin commented, as you two shared another kiss before getting in your cars.

“I think it’s kinda cute.” Max said, nudging El, who giggled and nodded.

The boys rolled their eyes, except for Eddie, who walked away and stretched his arms out, “They love each other, it’s no surprise.”

“More like infatuated.” Will jokes, smiling as he listens to the car horn beep. Steve lets you drive off first, then him following behind.

“It’s the little things that make their love sweeter.” Lucas says, moving towards the coffee table and finding a polaroid of you and Steve, from a few nights ago, sitting around and watching sitcoms.

“Small acts of affection are what they call it.” Robin says snatching the photo from the young boy to admire herself.

“Guess we ought to take a note or two.” Mike shrugged as everyone agrees.

It couldn’t be clearer that you and Steve were head over heels…not because of the grand gestures, but mostly because of the small and meaningful ones. The times where Steve would show up after a mentally grueling day without being asked to. The acts of service you would complete to help him get a load off his plate. The thoughtful gifts he would make for you without any special occasion. The one-on-one moments you spend together without bother, letting each other’s touch fill the gap. The appreciative words of affirmation and assurance that would fix a heavy heart after a long day. And the togetherness you both would feel, even on a hectic morning like today.

It would always be the simple acts that would make your love for each other grow.

A/N: I've been in the steve mood so I decided to write this sweet little quick thing up for you all! I am a whore for domestic fluff so yeah...let me know what you think!

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