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How about Eddie’s crush returning his denim jacket after it got lost in the shuffle of the Upside Down/him nearly dying and she like fixed it for him?
had to turn this into a wee fic! sweet eddie deserves his vest back as he heals. hope you like! | 0.9k, fluff, fem!reader
It's been about two weeks since Eddie was dragged out of the Upside Down, his lifeblood leaking out of the countless wounds he'd gotten from being a demobat chew toy. The nurses told you that he'd be okay to go home soon, but that doesn't stop you from coming as many times are you can. And when the front desk calls you "the Munson kid's girlfriend" you don't bother to correct them, even if it's not that official between you two.
It's official enough that though you weren't in the Upside Down, Dustin made sure that you were called as soon as Eddie was in the ambulance. It's official enough that Wayne draped his arm over your shoulders as you waited for him to come out of surgery. It's official enough that Steve made sure to get the denim vest into your hands.
The same vest that you've stuffed into your bag for today's visit. As soon as you enter his room, Eddie lights up. You were here just yesterday, but you can tell he's feeling better. Every day you see him alive and smiling loosens the knot in your stomach.
"Wow, are you like, obsessed with me or something? You've been here three days in a row!" He raises his eyebrows like he's actually concerned, but the grin on his face betrays him. As if he'd be anything other than thrilled to see you.
"I have something for you," you say by way of greeting. You're too excited to bother with small talk, not that any talk with Eddie is ever small. It's always the biggest, best thing about your day. You sit in the chair next to his bed and he holds out a hand, wanting to twine his fingers with yours like he does every visit. But your eyes aren't on him, instead on your own hands as you dig through your tote for your prize. He makes a needy sound and you look up at him sharply, worried he's in pain.
Instead you find his big brown eyes looking at you and your throat is thick with fondness as he makes a grabby motion with his hand.
"One second, Eddie!" you laugh.
"Sweetheart, c'mon, have pity on me," he moans. "They were out of jello today so I've had no sweetness until you got here." Your cheeks flush a little at his flirting but you don't give in just yet.
"Hold on, here it is," you say triumphantly, pulling out his vest gently. "Steve gave this to me last week and I've only just finished getting it right." You lay it out over his blanketed legs and his eyes go wide, neediness for you temporarily forgotten.
Even like this, a little too pale and hair in need of a wash, the hospital lights doing him no favors, Eddie is the prettiest thing you've ever seen. You drink your fill of him as he stares slack-jawed at your gift and you think, wow, I'll never get tired of him like this. Alive.
"How--" He doesn't even finish his question, instead running his hands over the denim, fingers pausing to ghost over each pin and patch like he can barely believe they're real."I really thought this got eaten by some fucking monster or something." He laughs, breathless.
"I cleaned it," you say shyly. "Got all the blood out. It's a miracle it didn't lose any pins, but the back was fraying a little so I restitched it--"
Eddie grabs your hands in both of his and looks right at you as he brings them to his mouth to kiss the backs once, twice, three times. Part of you wants to say that it's just a vest, but you both know that's not true. It's hours of your own work over something that he loves, something that he made himself. It's proof that you love him.
"It's perfect, baby," he says. "I need to put it on now."
"Eddie," you say, a little alarmed. "Eddie, no, you're healing still. You can wear it when you're discharged!" But he's already scooting forward on this bed, adjusting his wires and tubes.
"No, no, c'mere and help me. It'll be fine!" You stand up, rolling your eyes and trying not to freak out about him hurting himself or pulling some stitches. He grabs one of your forearms as he leans forward and you help him sit up more. He shivers at your palm on his back, and you can't wait for him to be out of here so he can be touched by someone who loves him as often as he wants.
"Okay, slowly," you say. "One arm at a time, I'll pull it around." You get him into the vest slowly and when you're done he sits back and he's grinning. He looks so silly with it over his hospital gown, his IV all tangled in it. But he's the brightest thing in the room, always.
"I look metal, right?" he asks you, breathing a little labored from all the movement. You grab one of his hands and kiss it fiercely. The thoughts of what could have happened are always at the edge of your mind. Images of a world without him, this sweet, beautiful, kind boy in front of you. It's not something you can shake, but every time he smiles at you makes that dark vision less present.
"So metal, Eds," you tell him.
"Seriously, thank you." He leans his head back and closes his eyes. "I feel like myself again." He takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand a little. "Fuck yeah."
"Fuck yeah," you echo. "No need to thank me. Just wanted to make you smile." You'd do anything for him and while that might've scared you before, now it's a promise you intend to keep.
"You always do," he says, eyes back on you, bright and happy. "Always do."
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hi, i wanted to know if you had any biology reference books that you would recommend? i'm looking for some extra study material aside from my coursework. thank you <3
This is such an awesome question (and a great idea lol). There are a couple I like for biology:
The Biology Coloring Book, R. Griffin - This is like a reference coloring book. It has the info on one side and the pictures on the other side. I love to color so this is one of my favorites lol.
A Short Guide to Writing about Biology, J. Pechenik - If you want to learn more about reading and writing scientific articles/reports this is totally the book to go to!
Clinical Biology made Ridiculously Simple, M. Gladwin - this is a super awesome (and hilarious) intro to clinical bio.
The Tangled Bank, C. Zimmer - This isn't so much a reference book per se, but it's an awesome intro to evolution and evolutionary biology. It's designed to be for anyone, not just bio students, so there's not a ton of jargon to get through.
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, R. Skloot - this is also more of a non-fiction book, but it's super important and I think all bio students need to know this story. Henrietta Lacks was a poor black woman whose cells were taken (without her knowledge) in 1951, and then became one of the most important tools used for understanding medicine/cancer bio. This is about the bioethics/experimentation on people of color that often took place and the repercussions we still see in science today. It's a very heavy, but important read.
I hope these are okay! These are just ones that I personally like, but there a ton more out there if anyone wants to add anything! -em
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blah blah blah aging tumblr population etc etc if you are ever visiting a family that just had a baby, and you know that they have other small children, bring a little something for each of the other kids. it doesn’t have to be anything fancy but, even the most charitable, well-behaved child starts feeling left out and lonely after the nth visitor brings gifts and attention for their parents and new sibling and, either isn’t there for them at all or the only engage with them about their baby sibling, especially since their parents have probably been completely consumed with the new baby. make their day and they will remember that bit of kindness and attention from you forever.
#like i still remember when my brother was born my sister and i were bored shitless in the hospital and really lonely#because all of the attention was on our parents and nate#or if people did even say hi to us it was just to ask if we were excited about the baby#but when my aunt visited before even saying hi to my parents she came right up to emma and i and gave us each a beanie baby#she’s the eldest of four so like. she Understood.#and that meant so much to us skjfkdjdjkfdkdkdk#yes this happened in 2000 yes i still remember it what about it!!!!!!!
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Hi there! Have you done #7 with Eddie?
i have not! and now here i am turning this into smut (fem!reader) :) so, 18+ please!
forehead against forehead
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"You okay?" Eddie asks, voice cracking a bit. He presses his forehead to yours as you both breathe. His room smells like cigarettes and popcorn and sex.
"Gimme a second," you pant. Your hands are shoved into his hair, curls tugging beneath your fingers and your ankles rest on the small of his back. One of his ringed hands grips your thigh, hiking your leg up as he settles against you, inside you.
"Just a bit more." He breathes out carefully, trying not to shift much. His bare chest is sweaty against yours, guitar pick settling on your clavicle. "If you can take it."
"I can take it, Eddie," you groan, squeezing his hips with your knees. The pressure makes him hiss. "Don't be annoying."
"I'm always annoying, baby." He rubs your noses together before dipping down to kiss you gently, almost too sweet for someone whose thumb runs across one of your pebbled nipples at the same time. You give his hair a tug and he takes that as a sign to keep going, pushing into you all the way. The stretch rips a sound from you that's somewhere between a keen and a sob.
"Fuck," he moans into your mouth. "Doin' so good. Took it all."
You tug on his hair again. "Now fuck me, pretty boy." You clench around him and he practically growls, the hand on your breast moving to your hip with a bruising intensity as he starts to pull out and push back into you, the sound of your skin slapping filling the room. Your back arches and you close your eyes, the fullness almost too much.
"Hey," Eddie grunts. "Eyes open, baby, remember?" You crack your lids as he leans down again, sweaty forehead moving against yours with every thrust. You're not so much kissing as panting into each other's mouths. It's all spit and teeth, slick lips and wild tongues.
"Eddie," you pant. "I need--"
"Gonna take care of you," he says, hand already releasing your hip and traveling up your body roughly until he presents you with his thumb. You practically lunge for it, tongue swirling desperately before he pulls it away with a pop and a curse. "How do you look so hot doing that?" You laugh but his cock brushes the spot inside of you that makes all coherent thought a thing of the past.
"Almost there, sweetheart," Eddie says. "You gonna come for me?" He uses his spit-slick thumb to rub at your clit mercilessly, sloppily, but it does the trick. You've been close for ages from his fingers, his mouth, and his punishing pace is taking you right to the edge.
"I'm--" Eddie silences your moans with his mouth, swallowing them as he fucks you through your climax. His hips stutter, the rhythm lost to lust as he finishes while you pulse around him.
"Fuck me," Eddie moans, barely holding himself above you as you both pant. You can still feel him inside you.
"If you ask nicely," you reply, brain fuzzy and skin hot all over. Eddie just laughs and plants a kiss on your forehead.
"That's my girl."
#do i have a thing about fingers in mouths#im gonna revisit that thought later#eddie munson x you#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x fem!reader smut#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson blurb#blurb#emma's asks#anon ask
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my dear i think i need 8. "I like when you're being so soft." with my bf sirius if you're feeling generous <3
valentine's day prompts
8. "I like when you're being so soft." | sirius black x reader
summary: just a walk with your new-ish boyfriend. life is simple and good. | grumpy-ish!reader, fluff, teasing, silliness. new love is fun, people!!! | 0.7k
a/n: cute, dude. anything for u and your bf. this was fun! first sirius in a while, hope it satisfies.
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The sun hangs low in the sky, golden-hour light bathing the park in yellows and pinks. The warmth that has everyone outdoors on a February afternoon is slowly fading. You feel the chill nipping at your nose and your fingers and wish you brought gloves.
"I actually can't fucking believe it's not January anymore," Sirius says.
You knock your shoulder with his. "Weren't you complaining last week that January is the longest month?"
"Was that me?" He flicks a curl from his face, mouth tugging up in a smirk and nose ring glinting. "Doesn't sound like me. I'm not a whiner. You're probably thinking of James --"
His smirk turns to a shit-eating grin when you fail to swallow your laugh. It's just one of many in the park full of children running around, friends lounging on benches, and couples pressed close like you two.
Sirius is remarkably good at that -- making you laugh. Making you smile, pulling you out of your head. He likes it when you're in your head just fine, or so he says, but having someone willing to put in the effort is new. It's novel.
Well, new-ish, anyway. You've been seeing each other long enough that a walk in the park isn't really a date so much as spending time with him. You'd give him every spare moment if you could. You love whispering secrets in the dark, love the crease of your pillowcase on his cheek when he wakes up next to you. You love the riot that is his hair in the morning and the way he kisses you, the way he treats you like someone to be worshiped, like someone he's waited for, like --
"God, they're a fucking nightmare, aren't they?" he grumbles, tearing you from your thoughts. Sirius has tugged you to the edge of the pond to watch the two swans chase away ducks. "Don't know why anyone likes birds, if you ask me."
"They're romantic," you chide. "They mate for life, you know."
He laces your fingers together. "Nature expert, are you?"
"Come on." You roll your eyes, cheeks warm. "Everyone knows that," you mutter.
His thumb gently strokes the back of your hand. You can feel his eyes on you but you keep your gaze on the swans.
"News to me," Sirius says, softer. "Do you think that happens for us?"
The question surprises you. He's not the most romantic guy, your kind-of-boyfriend, preferring to leave that to his friends. He treats you plenty well and takes you on nice dates and calls you on days he doesn't see you but he's not exactly...serious. He's not open like this, at least not to you, not yet. Not outside of your bed. It's still so new, this feeling in your chest when you see him, when he touches you. The future stretches out in front of you and instead of being daunting, it's exciting. You want him there for it.
"Like, soulmates?"
You turn to look at Sirius just as he looks away, his own cheeks a little pinker than before. He wrinkles his nose and shrugs. You trace the strong line of his brows and his sharp jaw with your eyes and squeeze his hand.
"I guess so," he says. "Silly, I suppose."
"I don't think it's silly."
Sirius looks at you, dark eyes swirling with something you can't put a name to.
"No?"
You step a little closer to him, close enough that the tips of your shoes almost touch. He smells like leather and the cigarettes he sneaks when he's stressed. You inhale deeply.
"If birds can have that, why can't we?"
"Romantic."
"You started it," you whisper. Your eyes flutter shut and you feel his breath on your lips.
"I like when you're being so soft," he says.
Before you can retort, he's kissing you. It's firm but unhurried, just the press of his lips to yours, his tongue tracing the seam of them before he pulls away. On the scale of kisses you've had with him, it's pretty chaste, but your heart picks up all the same and you blink a few times when he pulls away.
"It's February," he says.
"Uh, yeah?" you say, a bit stupidly. "We -- we talked about that already."
He laughs and wraps his free arm around your shoulder to tug you in for a hug.
"Will you be my valentine?"
Before you can answer, a loud squawk startles you both. Sirius yelps and leaps back from the water's edge, pulling you with him.
"Fucking menaces!" he shouts. "Up to no good!"
The swans flap their way onto the path and crane their necks at you, hollering all the while.
You throw your head back and laugh.
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“You can take it” For the dialogue prompts with Stevie please 🥵🥵🥵
that emoji is how i feel. hope you like! 18+, fem!reader (this got a little silly at the end, lol)
"You can take it."
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You've had three orgasms already this morning.
Steve had woken you up with his usual sleepy kisses that you endured before telling him to brush his teeth. But then he'd come out of the bathroom looking so lovely, so touchable that you'd basically jumped him.
And now it's clear that for some reason you're both insatiable, desperate to be together in every way possible. You're both more than a little sweaty and the room smells heavily of sex. You're running out of places on Steve's flushed skin to give him hickies as he rocks into you and your thighs ache from riding him. Now he's got you on your back, your eyes closed tightly as overstimulated tears dot your lashes.
"Steve," you gasp. "Steve, I don't know -- I can't--" His hands hold both of yours above your head, fingers entwined as he keeps most of his weight on you just how you like it. Your knees squeeze his hips tighter, meeting his thrusts as best you can.
"One more, baby, just one more, yeah? You can take it."
He's asking as much as he's telling, always checking in and making sure you're alright. Steve manages to be tender even as he fucks you raw. He picks up the pace, the smack of his skin against yours filthy and loud. "One more for me, can you do that? You're doing so well --"
"Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve --" He releases one hand which you brace on the headboard and rubs his fingers messily over your tender, puffy clit and it doesn't take much to send you into your fourth climax. It rips through you faster and harsher than the others, turning you to jelly and making you see stars as you lose control of your breath.
"So good for me," Steve pants into your ear as you come down, as he chases his own release with a final few thrusts. "You're so -- fuck -- perfect --"
He pants your name against your neck like a prayer as he stills before he pulls out and flops next to you on the bed, spent.
"Jesus Christ," you say to the ceiling, your voice horse. The clock on your bedside table only reads 11:00 am.
"Do you want breakfast?" Steve asks. You laugh and gasp at how sensitive you are. "You okay?"
"Steve," you say. "We just had really good sex for like, over an hour, and you're asking me if I want breakfast?"
"Yeah," he frowns, rubbing at his chest absently. He looks so confused in his post-orgasm haze that you roll over to kiss him, wincing only a little at the soreness between your legs. He hums.
"I don't think I can move," you groan. "Not yet, anyway."
"Me either," he laughs. "In 5 minutes, maybe."
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Can you do a blurb of Eddie unabashedly wearing his love’s neon purple scrunchie on his wrist?
this was too cute to not turn into a wee ficlet, hope that's okay! | 0.5k, fem!reader, short and sweet
Hellfire doesn't notice until halfway through the session when they're taking a snack break.
"Uh, Eddie?" Lucas asks. "What's that?"
"What do you mean, what's that, Sinclair?" Eddie parrots back. He's munching on some dry cheerios and thinking about you.
"The purple thing on your wrist." Lucas points, and Eddie looks down as if he's surprised by its presence, though he's been acutely aware of it all day.
"This, Sinclair, is a scrunchie."
"What's a scrunchie?" Mike asks, wrinkling his nose. Hellfire is a no-judgment zone when it comes to not knowing things, though Eddie is less forgiving when stupidity occurs where it shouldn't. But this is just Mike being Mike, so he teases him a little.
"Don't you have a sister, Wheeler? It's for hair."
"Is it for you?" Dustin asks. He looks apprehensive, almost confused at the idea of Eddie putting his hair up.
"Wait," Lucas starts, "I've seen that before --"
"No, it's not for me." Eddie snaps it against his wrist gently, smirking, before setting down his snack. "Break over, let's get back to it! Gareth, start us off where you were last..."
The truth is that the scrunchie is yours. You came over to Eddie's late last night, scared the shit out of him with your knocking. But nothing was wrong, you just wanted to talk. And it turns out you wanted to confess your crush on him, which was great news for Eddie since he'd had a crush on you for months. One thing led to another and he must've teased it out of your hair when he was sucking your face. Or your neck. He grins at the memory. This morning he'd found the bright purple thing on his floor long after you'd left and slid it onto his wrist to return when he sees you tonight.
The session finishes and as they're all packing up, Jeff leans over to Eddie. "Dude," he whispers. "Is it hers?"
"Wouldn't you like to know. Till next time, dudes." Eddie saunters out of the room, down the hallway and into the parking lot. And there you are, just like you said you'd be. His heart pounds a little, stomach swooping at the sight of you.
"Hey," Dustin calls. "What're you doing here?"
Before you can reply, Eddie spreads his arms wide. "There's my pretty girl!" he shouts.
"Hi, Eddie," you call back, rolling your eyes at his drama.
"My...pretty...girl?" Lucas repeats from the school steps, mouth open. Eddie throws an arm around you and presses a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You laugh, twining your fingers with his where they hang off of your shoulder. Then you notice what he's got on his wrist.
"This mine?" you ask, eyebrows raised.
"Oh my god," Mike says.
"Yeah baby, found it on my floor this morning." You flush at his words and remember his hands in your hair, mouth on your pulse point.
"Hmm." You tug on it a little, then look at him, eyes bright with mirth. "Hold onto it for me, yeah?"
"What is happening," deadpans Dustin.
"Course I can," Eddie replies. He kisses your temple once, twice, three times, then pulls you towards his van. "That answer your question, Sinclair?" he calls back to the kids. You smack his chest lightly and he laughs.
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Can I get 19 from the smut prompts for Steve? Please, for the praise kink girlies 👀
praise kink girlies...i see you. i am one of you. <;3 18+, fem!reader
“You are doing so well.”
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Fighting with Steve is never fun, but it happens. This one had been the worst in a while -- involving a few days of radio silence that ended with Steve caving first and showing up at your place in the middle of the night.
And you talked it out, sure, maybe yelled a little more. But you always figure it out. And then you end up here: having filthy makeup sex on your apartment couch.
As it stands, you can't remember what you fought about. Hell, you can barely remember your own name. Your bra is still on, cups shoved down so Steve can mouth at your nipples as you ride him.
"Just like that," Steve says, "so good for me." He licks a stripe between your breasts and starts to leave a bruise on your collarbone. Your hands tug on his hair desperately as you rock in his lap, chasing the right angle. You never get tired of how he feels inside of you.
"Steve," you gasp, "Steve, I'm close but --" Your legs are shaking, your breath erratic. He keeps one warm hand on your ass as he lifts his hips to meet your movements, hitting the spot inside of you that makes you cry out.
"You are doing so well," Steve pants. You feel his teeth on your earlobe, gentle but there. "Riding me like a champ, baby."
The praise makes you clench around him and he makes a noise you love so much you do it again. You're almost totally fucked out, but you manage to string together some teasing.
"Maybe I should --fuck, right there -- take up -- Steve -- horseba--"
You feel a hand on your jaw and then he's kissing you messily, the slapping of your skin loud in your ears as your lips barely meet through all the movement.
"If you can be a smartass right now I don't think I'm doing a good job," he says, eyes bright and almost totally black. Without warning he wraps his arm all the way around your back, fingertips digging into the softness of your hip, and slams into you so hard you scream. Your thighs burn and you hold onto him for dear life as he swipes at your clit with a practiced thumb.
"Perfect, baby," Steve babbles into your neck. "So good, so pretty for me, taking me so well, I love you, come on, come on my cock --"
"Oh god, Steve, SteveSteveSteve, I'm gonna --"
"My good girl," he groans and you see stars.
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48 with Eddie pls 🥹
dusting this off for some nice eddie fluff (i guess this is hurt/comfort, too). i took the prompt and manipulated it just a bit, but hope this is still to your liking! <3 (cw: car accident, hospital) gn!reader
tending to your lover’s wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they’re still alive
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The emergency room is practically empty. A youngish man in scrubs greets you at the front desk.
"Can I help you?" he asks. He seems to check you over, wondering what you're going to admit yourself for. But that's not why you're here.
"My boyfriend is here?" you say, voice turning up at the end as if maybe you've got this all wrong. As if Wayne didn't call you to say that Eddie had been in a car accident. As if you're going to wake up any second from this nightmare.
"What's his name?" The nurse's eyebrows draw together in concern.
"Eddie. Eddie Munson." Your voice catches and you swallow frightened tears. Wayne had said he was fine, just a broken arm and a few cuts on his face, but still. You've been in too many hospitals with Eddie to be calm.
"He's here and he's fine," the nurse says, his eyes soft and voice gentle. "He's resting though, and it's after hours --" You clench your fists. It's not this guy's fault, you tell yourself. Rules are rules, no matter how bad you want to see him.
"--but I won't tell anyone if you won't." A sob escapes at his kindness and he tells you the room number. You walk as fast as you can around the desk, eyes on the walls to make sure you don't miss it. He's fine, you tell yourself. But you have to see it to believe it.
You're so focused that you almost smack right into Wayne in the hallway. "Woah," he says, hands on your shoulders. "You made it." He's calm and that makes you calm down a little. "Go on in," he tells you.
As soon as you lay eyes on Eddie, the weight lifts from your shoulders. He's laid out in a hospital bed in a drab blue gown, head turned away from you to look out the window. You can see the white plaster of the cast encasing his left arm.
"Eddie?" you say. Your voice sounds loud in the room. He whips around to face you and you see the butterfly bandages over a gash on his forehead. His right eye is bruising and his lip is split but he smiles wide, hardly wincing. He looks tired.
"Sweetheart," he says. "You here to play nurse?" You don't reply to his flirting as you all but run over to the bed and grab desperately at his uninjured hand.
"I--" you stutter. "I--you--Eddie, I--" His thumb strokes the back of your hand.
"Breathe, baby," he says gently. "I'm okay. That old van airbag did her job." The way he's comforting you when he's the one in the hospital bed makes a few tears you've been holding in finally leak from your eyes. You sit down heavily on the side of his bed, wondering how much you can touch him without hurting him.
"Are you okay?" you ask, even though he just told you he was. His face does something funny like he's trying to decide if he should lie to you or not. But, as usual, he folds under your gaze.
"Sore," he says. "They gave me some painkillers for the arm but they're not the fun ones because I'm not very loopy. No concussion, but I got these pretty scrapes from some glass." Your free hand lifts of its own accord to ghost over the wounds. "I'm not gonna break," he says. "You can touch me." He leans his cheek into your hand and sighs.
"What happened, Eddie?" It's maybe the most normal reason he's ever been in the hospital and you can barely believe it.
"Deer. Ran out in front of me and I swerved and hit a tree. Airbag caught my arm at a bad angle and the windshield shattered. Someone drove by almost right away and called 911. Guess I'm just lucky like that." You make an affirmative sound, not trusting yourself to speak. "The van is toast, though." He pouts.
"I'm glad you're okay," you whisper. "Wayne called and he told me you were, but I just couldn't help but think the worst."
The pout turns to a frown at your lingering distress. "C'mere," he says, tugging on your hand. You gently lean towards him, and he presses his face into your neck as he breathes you in. You drop a kiss onto his hairline, letting yourself linger.
"God, you smell good," he mutters. "This whole place reeks of stale farts." You let loose a weak laugh and he keeps going. "Hey, I bet we can find you a nurse's outfit somewhere around here. Then you can really take care of me, yeah?" He nips at your exposed neck and you scoff.
"I guess you really are fine if you're coming onto me right now," you say, pulling away. He's grinning and you can't help but grin back.
"I am," he says. "Now what's a car crash survivor gotta do to get a kiss around here?"
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“i will never get enough of you” w steve p l ease <3
brooke. ugh. ugh ugh ugh ugh UGH!!!!!!!!!! how i love him. and i kinda freaked out w this one. the unofficial title of this is: steve, president of the enthusiastic head givers. 18+, fem!reader
"I will never get enough of you."
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Steve's thigh is firm between yours and his weight is making you flush as you make out on his bed. Your fairly new sex life with your boyfriend is great and damn, does he know how to use his mouth. He kisses you breathless, until your lips are spit-slick and swollen, your pupils blown and your thoughts fuzzy.
But you've been wondering if maybe he'd use his tongue...elsewhere.
"Steve," you say as he sucks on the underside of your jaw. "Steve."
"Little busy here," he says, teeth nipping at your skin before his face appears above yours. "You okay?"
"Would you..." His gaze is focused totally on you even though you can feel him hard against the soft of your stomach. "Would you want to eat me out?" Steve's eyes widen and his mouth stretches into a lazy grin but you're too caught up in your sudden nervousness to notice. "I know some guys think it's gross, so. You don't have to. What we've been doing is enough."
"Baby," he says, hands on your jaw. "Who cares about other guys. Do you want me to eat you out?"
"Yeah," you say softly. "Yes." Steve practically growls. He kisses you hard just once before he starts to move down the bed, making quick work of your jeans and pulling them down your legs like a man possessed.
"By the way, I will never get enough of you," he says as he gently pushes on your hips so you scoot up, knees bent and parted. You're wearing the least sexy underwear imaginable because you forgot to do laundry but he's licking his lips anyway. "I want whatever you'll give me, yeah?" You nod and he hooks his fingers into the cotton and pulls it down.
"Christ," Steve says, eyes on your cunt. You can feel how wet you are already.
"You've seen me before, Steve," you say, embarrassed. "You've been inside me." Hell, he fucked you senseless just two days ago. He just grins, palms trailing up your inner thighs and squeezing gently.
"And you're gorgeous every time." He runs two fingers through your folds so quick you barely have time to gasp. "And wet," he says before he sticks them in his mouth.
"You are ridiculous." It comes out breathier than you wanted but you're already aching for him and he's stretching out, face between your legs and grinning like he's just won the lottery. His breath is hot on your flushed skin as he looks up at you.
"Ready?" You nod and usually, Steve would ask for your words but he doesn't bother, instead dragging the flat of his tongue through your slick before sucking on your clit. You make a sound you've never heard before and it delights him. He hums and you feel it in your toes.
Steve laps at you like it's his job, one palm firm over your abdomen to keep you flat, the other digging fingerprint bruises into your thigh like he's the one being driven to the edge. His nose bumps your clit whenever his tongue isn't latched to it. You hardly know what to do with yourself, feeling the coil in your core tighten impossibly quickly as you moan his name over and over.
"Doing okay up there?" he asks, the bottom half of his face shiny with you. You fist a hand in his hair and his eyelids flutter.
"Don't stop," you say, spreading your legs wider. Steve lets go of your thigh and you feel his fingers tracing your entrance.
"Oh baby," he croons. "I'm just getting started."
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Bestie… 31 with Steve 😅
bestie....of course. anyone who has ever read my stuff knows i am obsessed w putting people on the counter <3
kitchen counter make-outs
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"Hey," Steve whines from behind you. "Pay attention to me."
You give the stew one final stir before you replace the lid and turn the burner to low. A glance over your shoulder shows you Steve pouting from his place on the counter, his nose scrunched up and eyes wide and needy.
"I'm listening," you say. You reach up to grab some bowls from the cabinet before moving to the sink to clean up after yourself. Steve has been regaling you with whatever mischief he and Dustin got up to this week and you have been listening, you swear.
"No," he says again, still whiny and you are hopelessly endeared. "Do you have to clean now? Can you just c'mere instead?" You sigh dramatically before abandoning your mess and finally turning to face him. He spreads his knees wide and you move to stand between them. His palms slide into your back pockets and he's in your face immediately, leaning down and rubbing his nose against yours.
"Oh," you murmur. "I see. You just wanted some action, Harrington."
"So what if I did?" His words are hot on your skin, lips brushing yours with every word. "I've been staring at your ass for like, forty minutes."
"I guess we have time before dinner is ready--"
Steve closes the gap before you can finish talking, slotting his mouth over yours. His hands are cheeky, squeezing as he pulls you closer, hooking his ankles around you as your hands grip his thighs. He kisses you slowly, thoroughly, easily, like he has all the time in the world. You're usually the one on the counter but you'd insisted on cooking tonight and now you're extra glad because you love feeling like this: like Steve is everywhere, like he's all around you, like you're safe with him so close. And you are. His legs around you, his arms gentle yet firm as he pulls one hand out of your pocket to cup your jaw.
And his mouth. He's controlling the kiss but you give as good as you get, licking into his mouth and pulling a sound from him that makes your cheeks heat and your fingers press into his jeans even harder. It's a push and pull, making out with Steve, and you could do it for hours and you want to but then--
His stomach grumbles. He laughs against your lips, pulling away with a sheepish grin. His pupils are blown and his cheeks are rosy, lips swollen and slick. You bring a thumb up to wipe away some spit and he nips at you.
"Steve!" you laugh, trying to move out of the circle of his legs. He doesn't unlock his ankles right away, leaning down for another quick kiss, loud and messy.
"I can't help it," he grins. "You're delicious, baby. Can't get enough of you."
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unsure if this has been requested but “You take me so well.” + Steve and I will fly across the globe to give u a kiss. ILY<333
im doing this so u fly across the globe to kiss me <3 (jk, id do anything for u baby, kiss or no kiss). hope you like!! fem!reader, 18+
"You take me so well."
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Sometimes you think you're a match made in heaven, you and Steve. For lots of reasons -- he eats your pickle and you eat his pizza crusts, he likes to do dishes and you like to fold laundry, he remembers faces and you remember names. And then there's this: how eager you both are to please and how fucking talkative you are in bed.
"Just like that Steve," you gasp. He's got two fingers in your cunt as he sucks a bruise on your neck, his cock leaking on your stomach. "God, you're so good at this." He pulls away from you to smirk but the flush traveling down his chest tells you he's appreciating the praise.
He kisses you sloppy, all teeth and tongue and picks up the pace with his fingers. "Wanna come like this or do you want something...bigger?" he says against your lips.
You can't help it -- you burst into laughter. "That's not one of you better lines, Steve," you tell him. His fingers curl in retaliation and you swallow your words with a moan.
"Not nice to laugh at a guy's dick when he's trying to put it inside you and fuck you silly, baby," he teases, not mad in the slightest. You surge up to kiss him again.
"Please, oh please won't you fuck me with your huge cock, Steve?" you say in his ear. You're using a teasing tone but his free hand squeezes your hip and his pupils get so big his eyes look black.
"Christ," he exhales. "What a dirty mouth." He pulls out his fingers and you whine but he's quick to run his tip up and down your soaked folds, making sure to tease your clit a few times. "So pretty," he says, almost to himself. You cant your hips and grab at the sheets.
"C'mon, Steve," you beg. "Please." He strokes your thigh but doesn't make you wait much longer, sliding in maybe a little too quickly. You hiss at the stretch -- he really is big -- and hook your legs over the swell of his ass.
"Sorry," he says, chest heaving. "Sorry, you okay?" You reach for him and he obeys, caging you with his arms so you can cling to his back.
"I'm good," you manage. "You feel so good, Steve." His hips snap of their own accord at your words and he starts to find a rhythm. The smacking of your skin is a dirty sound that makes you squirm, makes you meet him with every thrust as he pants into your neck. You close your eyes as the hook in your belly pulls and pulls and pulls.
Then you feel one of Steve's hands on your face.
"I want you to look, baby," he pants. He slows his thrusts and kisses your closed lids so that you open them. You look down across the slope of your own body and see his cock, hard and shiny with you as he pushes in. "Look at that, huh? Look at me fucking you. Look at you taking it. You take me so well."
"Steve," you gasp. "God, just like that." He goes slow and deep once more, both of your eyes on where you're joined to watch him slide in and out of you. And then you clench and it rips a sound from him that makes you grin. "Now harder, Steve, faster. I know you can, pretty boy."
He links your fingers together and brings your hands over your head. He looks a mess and you know neither of you will last much longer. "You're gonna be the death of me," he croaks before he manages an angle that makes you scream.
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Steve taking care of you when you're sick. He'd be so sweet and soft with you.
this is self-indulgent bc ive got cramps right now, so here's a wee blurb of steve being lovely to you when you're on your period! fem!reader, fluff
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You cuddled in bed for an early evening nap about an hour ago and blink awake to the soft sounds of the TV through the closed door. It's almost dark out and the passage of time is disorienting for a second.
The day has been a wash. You've done everything you needed to and no more but your sour mood and achy body make you feel rather useless. The persistent dull pain in your abdomen and lower back makes every position uncomfortable and you know there's not much to be done but hope it fades soon.
But it sounds like Steve is home. He must have popped his head in and seen you sleeping and known to leave you alone -- you'd warned him yesterday that you were liable to be a bit testy until your period finished. He's never minded.
So you know he won't mind you now. The TV sounds only a bit louder when you open the door -- he clearly kept it low -- and see him spread out on the couch watching a nature documentary. You shuffle your feet and he tilts his head back immediately to look at you over the arm of the couch. A slow smile spread across his upside-down face before his brows draw in worry.
"There she is," he says. "Did I wake you? Sorry, I tried to keep it low."
You walk towards him, fingers tracing the shape of his face when you reach the couch. "No," you tell him as he closes his eyes for a second at your touch. "Well, yeah. But it was time to get up anyway." He reaches up to bracket your wrist with his long, warm fingers and slowly brings your hand to his face, planting a soft kiss on your palm. It's an uncharacteristically tender gesture from him. Not that Steve isn't tender with you all the time -- he just isn't always so forward with it. Except when you're not doing well.
"How are we feeling?" he asks. We. Like your pain is his, like he can take it from you if he so chooses. Like you're a team against anything that hurts. Which, you think, you certainly try to be. You wrinkle your nose and consider how your traitorous body.
"Better than this morning," you say. "Cramping still." He starts to sit up to undoubtedly find you some painkillers or a heating pad but you put a hand on his chest before he can get very far. "Can we just..." you begin. "Just sit on the couch? Order takeout, maybe?"
Steve settles back into the cushions and nods. "My plans tonight are to be wherever you want me." You complete your journey around the sofa as he keeps talking. "And I think we still have some ice cream in the freezer if you want." He makes a grabby motion at you. "Well? Are you gonna come here or what?"
You laugh, but another wave of pain washes over your lower half and you wince. Steve all but pulls you down into the couch on top of him. He lets you adjust yourself, legs tangling with his and your ear on his chest, right above his heart, so it beats in your ear as look at the TV. You wiggle your hands under his back so you're holding him tight.
"Comfortable?" he asks, amused. You hum. "Do you want me to--"
"Yes," you say into his sweater. Steve knows the drill by now. One hand settles itself on your neck, gently stroking your hair. He slides the other under the soft material of your sweatshirt, palm flat. His pinky and ring finger dip below the waistband of your sweatpants so he's covering as much of your sore lower back as he can. And he's so warm. It still hurts, sure, but it hurts less because of Steve. Or at least that's what you've decided.
"What're we watching?" you mumble. He lightly kisses the top of your head. "Can you turn it up?" He reaches for the remote, careful not to shift you too much.
"Penguins. You'll probably cry."
You scoff. "So will you." He laughs and it vibrates your whole body. "PIzza later?"
"Whatever you want, baby," he says, voice soft. "Except mushrooms."
You know if you looked up he'd be grinning. You squeeze his torso in retaliation. "How dare you keep a girl from her vegetables!" you tease.
"If you had good taste I wouldn't have to." His fingernails scrape your scalp lightly and you hum again, enjoying the banter and his touch.
"I love you," you say. Steve knows it, you tell him so every day. But you love him extra right now as he tries to fend off your cramps and teases you about your pizza toppings.
"And for some reason I love you even though you like mushrooms," he replies, but you hear his heart pick up just a bit under your ear.
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33 with Steve? Please👉🏻👈🏻
your wish is my command baby <3
soft kisses while cuddling in bed
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"Steeeeeeeeve," you whine. "Steve, hurry up." Your face is smushed into the pillow and you yawn.
"Woah, come on now." You turn away from the bed and find him standing in the bathroom doorway, sleep pants low on his hips and a piece of floss dangling from his mouth. His glasses are a little askew as he rubs a hand over his bare belly. "Can't rush a man and his dental hygiene."
You scoff and stretch like a cat as he returns to the sink to finish up. Sunday nights usually go like this in your apartment -- homecooked dinner and a movie or a quiet night on the couch followed by brushing your teeth together and Steve trying his best to get you to floss. He rarely succeeds.
"I'm lonely over here!" The bathroom light flicks off and Steve's chuckles trail behind him as he pads into the hallway for his nightly lock check. He turns off any errant lights as he goes until he finally shuts your bedroom door behind him. He stands at the end of the bed and his gaze is so fond you squirm.
"Look at you," he says like this isn't what he sees every single night. "Alright, move over." Steve sets his glasses on his bedside table and turns off the lamp, plunging the room into near-darkness. The moonlight casts shadows on the ceiling. He gets into bed next to you and you're on him immediately.
You shift so your head rests on his chest, one arm coming around you and under your shirt as your legs tangle. His other hand grabs yours, playing with your fingers. You both sigh, tension melting away, replaced with absolute contentment.
This is your favorite part of every Sunday, of every night of your life since you moved in together: holding each other.
"Dinner with Robin tomorrow," Steve says softly. "Gotta meet her new girlfriend."
"Mhm," you yawn. "Where are we going, again?"
"Somewhere kinda fancy, I think. She told me no jeans."
"Remind me and I'll press your slacks after work."
"I can do it 'cause I'm off early tomorrow. Lay out what you wanna wear and I'll do that too." You nod into his chest, cheek scraping against the thatch of hair there.
"We need more eggs," you whisper. "So we can do Lucas's birthday cake next weekend."
Steve doesn't say anything. His hand presses into your lower back, palm warm on your skin. You can feel his every breath, rising and falling with him.
"C'mere," he finally says. You lazily shift off of him and he turns so that you're face to face. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark by now and you can see him fairly clearly -- soft eyes, full lips, hair flopped over his forehead. You reach out to push it away and he catches your hand, pressing a kiss to your wrist. Your heart flutters.
"I love life with you," he says out of nowhere. "Talking about eggs and dinner plans and silly shit in bed." He looks like he's trying to find more words but can't. He settles on something simple: "I love you. You know that?"
You feel impossibly warm, unbearable tenderness for this boy and this little existence you've carved for yourselves. You scoot forward to kiss him softly, sweetly, the hand he's holding pulling back to cup his jaw.
"I know, Steve," you say, peppering kisses at the corners of his mouth, on his cheeks, his nose. "You tell me all the time."
"Yeah, well," he mutters and you know he's blushing. You kiss him again and again and again.
"And I love you," you add. "Even if you keep trying to get me to floss."
He yawns in your face. You laugh before gently pushing on his shoulder. "Turn over. You're little spoon tonight, pretty boy." He obeys, dragging your arm with him so it rests on his soft stomach as you press against his back, dotting kisses at the top of his spine.
"Sweet dreams," he mumbles. You smile into his skin. As if anything your mind could conjure up will be sweeter than what you get to wake to tomorrow.
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Hii I was wondering if you could write a Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader where she’s like 2 or 3 years younger than him and she’s in love with him and he knows about it but he pushes her away because of the age gap but when they’re in the upside down she gets hurt and he freaks out and they have an argument and he realizes his feelings for her. Sorry if it’s confusing :)
thanks for the request lovely, and for your patience! reader is 17 in this and steve is ~19, since it's season 4. hope you like! | 1k, angst then fluff, a tiny confession, fem!reader, henderson!reader, cw: blood, injury, part 2
Rejection is no picnic, especially when it comes from your younger brother's...mentor? Friend? Babysitter? You still don't know what to call Steve and Dustin's relationship, but now you know what to call yours: nonexistent. You're sitting in your car in the Family Video parking lot with your forehead pressed against the steering wheel.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," you mutter to yourself. Maybe it wasn't that bad, you think. At least he was nice about it.
You'd gone in to the store to finally tell Steve that you're in love with him. Well, you weren't going to come on that strong -- you were just going to ask him on a date. When you did, his face did something complicated and he pulled you into the stacks away from any customers. Robin started to whistle and pretended she didn't see what was happening.
His hands twitched at his sides as he sighed. "Look," he had said. "I--uh. It's real nice of you to ask me out, and Dustin has mentioned that you, uh, like me." You closed your eyes and prepared for what was clearly a rejection, filing away the tidbit about your idiot brother for later.
"And you're a great girl," he continued, "Honest. It's just...you're still in school, a junior, right?" He clearly hadn't mean for you to answer as he plowed on. "And you're smart, even I know that, so you're going to apply to college and go somewhere really good, and I'm 19 and working here --"
You had heard more than enough by then. You stopped him with a tight smile. "Steve, it's okay. Forget I said anything. See you around, yeah?" You had held your head up as high as you could and stalked out of the store to where you are now still sitting in your car, twenty minutes later, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.
Until you see your brother plowing through the doors you had just left with his friends looking frantic. So you do the natural thing and follow him in, Steve be damned.
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You barely have time to think about Steve's rejection over the next few days or so as life becomes more hectic by the minute. But when it comes down to it, diving in after him isn't even a question, and you don't really get to process what has happened until you all get to Skull Rock. Or, the Upside Down version.
"Fuck," you exhale as you watch Steve get bandaged by Nancy. Robin has her arm linked through yours and a small part of your brain registers that you're leaning on her a little too heavily.
"My thoughts exactly," Eddie mutters. "Uh, Henderson, did you know you're bleeding?" Steve's head whips around from under the outcropping.
"What did you say, Munson?"
"I am?" you wonder. You look down at the arm hanging by your side and realize there's blood dripping from your fingertips. You've left a crimson trail behind you on the dark, slimy ground. "Oh," you breathe out. "I don't--"
"Hey, sit down," Robin says, guiding you to a nearby rock. Eddie moves to help you out of your flannel but all of a sudden Steve is there.
"I've got it," he says firmly. Eddie throws his hands up and backs away, pulling Robin with him to stand by Nancy. Steve squats to pull your sleeve away. He hisses through his teeth, jaw clenched as he sees the mess that had been covered. You look down and find your forearm sporting a series of long, deep scratches. Clearly a demobat had gotten you and the adrenaline kept you from feeling it too much.
"Christ, Henderson," Steve says. "Why didn't you say anything?" He rips a piece of your flannel off with his teeth and starts to tie it around your arm, his furious tone at odds with his gentle movements. "I can't fucking believe you came down here. That was so stupid. Who is gonna look after your brother, huh?"
Your mouth gapes at him. "Are you serious?" you say.
"Deadly. This is no place for you. None of us should even be here!" He ties a knot with the fabric and stands up, though his eyes don't leave you arm as if he can still see the wound through his field dressing.
"Listen to me, Harrington," you say, angry now. "I know you don't like me and I came on too strong a few days ago but there's no need to be nasty--"
"No, that's the fucking problem," he sneers. "I do like you, don't you get that?" He runs his dirty hands through equally filthy hair. He's not shouting but it's a close thing.
"What?" You're genuinely confused. He clearly rejected you, you remember that much, though things are a little hazy in general right now.
"I do like you," he says again, softer. "But this isn't the time, okay?"
"No, I think it's a good time as any, Steve." You stand but wobble a little from the blood loss. He quickly moves into your space, a hand on your hip to steady you. His fingers are warm and his grip is a little too tight. You wonder how much pain he's in.
"I'm no good for you," he says, eyes on your lips. "You gotta get out of this literal hellhole town, Henderson. Leave it all behind."
"I think that's my call to make." You hover your hand over his bare chest, not sure where to put it. You settle for laying it over his heart, and you feel it beating fast.
"I--fuck," he says. You've never heard him curse so much.
"Let’s make it out of here first, okay?" you tell him. He nods. Well, at least you don't feel rejected anymore.
"Hey guys," Eddie calls. "Cute, and whatever, but let's not stick around for too long, yeah? Let's get the hell out of here."
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if u are still doing kiss prompts, 4 or 5 with steve?
ive been saving this bc i knew id want to write some fluff this weekend so here you go my dear! just some short and sweet fluff <3
4. breaking the kiss but instantly pressing your lips back together
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The platform is crowded enough that you get jostled as soon as you step off the train. All of a sudden the fatigue hits you all at once and your backpack feels heavier than it has this entire trip. You allow the wave of people to sweep you to the main station, where your journey will end. Where Steve is waiting for you.
It's all high ceilings and loud conversation, groups of people shaking hands and hugging and milling about, drinking coffee and snacking on pastries and taking photos with carefully lined up cameras. While you spot many people by themselves, taking a deep breath just like you, there are reunions happening all around you as people find their loved ones.
And your loved one is around here somewhere. You've only been to this station a few times, so you manage to stand against a wall and search the space for him. Not a single part of you thinks he's not there -- in fact, you know that if you just stay put, he'll find you. You and Steve have always been like that: magnets. But you want to find him first, find him as soon as you can so you can hold him. The throng of people seems to start to lessen as you glance around, looking for the height of him, the softness of his gaze, the coif of his hair. To you, Steve has always stood out in a crowd.
And then you see him -- he's standing on the landing halfway up one of the big staircases in the station, arms crossed and neck craning as he searches for you. He's got brown paper-wrapped flowers in one hand and his car keys in the other and you'll be damned if he isn't the best thing you've ever seen. It gives you enough energy to all but run through the crowd, the heaviness of your travels forgotten. He spots you once you hit the bottom of the staircase and it lights up his entire face, his grin stretching his nose scrunches.
"Hey! I know you!" he cries, the excitement in his voice betraying any teasing he's about to try. You practically hurl yourself up the stairs and toss your backpack at his feet before you hug him tight, arms around his neck, your chin hooking over his shoulder. He wraps his around your hips in an effort to keep his balance, the paper on the flowers crackling against your back.
"Hi, Steve," you say into his ear. He squeezes you.
"Hi yourself," he replies. "Gimme a kiss." You pull your face back but don't move your arms as you obey. You intend to keep it soft and light, but he licks into your mouth almost immediately like he can't be another moment without tasting you. It makes you smile big enough that you pull away, a laugh on the tip of your tongue. But before you can let it loose Steve presses your lips together again, and again, and again. Three short pecks, smacking and a little wet.
"Missed you," he says between each one. "Missed you, missed you." You finally force him away with a gentle hand on his jaw, thumb strolling the corner of his mouth.
"I missed you too," you tell him. His eyes are soft, lashes long as always. He's beautiful and though you know you're a mess, you feel like a million bucks under his tender gaze.
"You just missed looking at this face, huh?" he teases.
You trace one finger along the skin below his right eye and frown. "Course I did." He looks so bowled over by the tender honesty in your tone -- by the fact that you've just gone on a great trip and you really did miss him -- that he loses his words. You kiss him again, quick and sweet, before tugging on the wrist that's holding the flowers. "These for me?" you ask.
Steve blinks once, owlishly, before nodding, a fond smile taking over. "You bet they are." He hands them over and scoops up your backpack onto his shoulder. You inhale the bouquet but don't tear your eyes away from him.
"They're really pretty, Steve. Thank you," you say.
He scoffs like he can't believe you'd thank him for something so small. "You're real pretty," he says. "Prettier than I remember, actually. How did you do that?" It's your turn to scoff and you roll your eyes for good measure, but Steve dives in for another kiss. This one is your favorite -- it's slow and gentle, the kind he gives you when you wake up, when you compliment him, when you get into the passenger seat of his car. It's a kiss that says you have all the time in the world.
But you are in a train station, after all.
"We're giving everyone a free show," you mumble against his lips.
He pulls back and runs his thumb along your hairline. "They just wish they were us," he smirks. They should, you think. Everyone should hope to be this lucky.
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