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alright, here’s my first attempt at a little cute blurb with stevie boy. i’m sorry if it’s boring or sucky i just thought this was cute so i though i’d share(:
im v new to tumblr, had it a long time ago, recently got back into it and got the urge to write again!
let me know your thoughts? does it suck? any advice? anything? 🫶🏻
also, the prompts for the crossword are actual prompts from my crossword book i just got. honestly i suck at them but they’re weirdly fun. just something i feel like stevie boy is good at hehe.
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*Slow Morning With a Coffee and a Tea Drinker*
Soft!steve x Fem!reader
summary: After the events of Season 4, everyone with their trauma and everyone with their ways of healing. Yours and steve’s relationship is settling back to somewhat normal. He has lots of migraines, you have lots of nightmares. You both take care of each other. Hopper and Joyce were able to get themselves a nicer home on the outskirts of town, Will and El live at home, Jonathan and Nancy have gone off to college. Steve lives in a suite above Hoppers detached shop. Hopper didn’t like the idea of Steve living alone. Steve’s parents left Hawkins after the disaster. Even though the town is healing and rebuilding, it was too much for them. Steve didn’t want to leave. Hawkins was home, even after everything. It’s where he met you, his friends, his new family. You almost always stay with Steve, your parents love him and are more then happy for you both. You both share quiet mornings on the little patio that overlooks the small pond and wide open field and forest. Slow mornings with Steve, what more could you ask for.
(i feel like this summary itself is a while fic jeeze)
disclaimers: mild swearing, potentially very boring (lol)
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The shower flicks off, there’s a crow cawing in the distance, and you can hear the coffee machine pouring the dark brown liquid into the pot. The window is slightly cracked to let fresh air in through the night, and there’s a faint yellow glow falling upon the duvet.
Your arms stretch more under the pillow and you smoosh the side of your face more into it. Then slowly sliding over onto Steve’s pillow, as it smells like his fresh lavender shampoo, whatever cologne he wears and slightly sweaty. just simply him. You take a deep inhale and curl yourself more into the bed. You know it’s early. Steve usually goes on his run around 6:00am. Runs for around 45 minutes then comes home and has his shower. He says running in the morning clears his mind for the day, instead of racing thoughts as soon as he wakes up. Some mornings you’ll join him. This was not one of those mornings.
You can hear him sneaking about the bedroom not knowing if you’re awake yet. Your eyes peek open and he’s headed to the dresser with his towel hung low on his waste and he’s bending is figure back slightly to stretch out his back, the muscles flexing as he does so. You close your eyes again and feel your cheeks turn pink, even though you’ve seen the view countless times before.
You listen to his movements as he digs through his drawers looking for a fresh pair of clothes. You hear him slide on his sweater on last then he shuffles over to the side of the bed. He dips down and his soft hand brushes the hair from the side of your face, and a soft kiss is placed on your cheekbone. The tips of his damp hair tickling your face as he does so. As he rises you smile into the pillow and you hear him grab his glasses from the nightstand. He softly walks out into the small living and kitchen area.
The suite he lives in was not big by any means. but it is very cozy. It’s all open with a small kitchen that transitions into a living room, one bathroom attached to the end of the living area that also connects to the bedroom. Then a door leading into a small bedroom which holds his bed, a dresser, a plant in the corner that he never waters but you always do, and a nightstand. On top is a book (he’ll sometime read to you in the middle of the night if you wake from a nightmare, to help distract your brain so you can fall back asleep), his migraine pills, his water glass from the night before and a family photo. The photo is of him with a big teethy smile, you at his side on your arms up around his neck, on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek and his arm around your waist, while his other arm is holding Dustin, who is on Steve’s back mid laugh. Max and Lucas in the front with big goofy smiles. Mike and Will are beside Steve with smaller, but still happy, smiles and El is sat down in front of them with her soft smile and red heart sunglasses. Erica is also seated with El, she things El is really cool, badass as she puts it. Robin is on the other side of you laughing with her arms almost fully around you and Steve in a big side hug. Nancy and Jonathan are sat on the grass in front of you with their hands above their eyes to shield the sun, you can just faintly see their smiles. Hopper and Joyce aren’t pictured but you know they’re there because Joyce was taking the photo. Hopper made some stupid joke behind her to get your guys’ attention to make you smile. It was taken in the front yard of their new home.
You relax in bed for a few more minutes then finally open your eyes. You had heard him pour his mug of coffee and grab the newspaper off the counter, he picks it up on his run from the newspaper holder at the gas station down the road. he runs by it every day, greeting the old man who runs the place with a small wave.
You sit up and stretch out your limbs the best you can. You slide your slippers on that are beside your bed, and shiver slightly at the loss of warmth from your bed. You grab the teddy bear brown cardigan that’s hung on the back of the door on the handle and slide it on over your sleep shirt and shorts. Believe it or not, it’s Steve’s. It’s his favourite. Dustin’s mom made it for him. But it’s also your favourite. So you share it.
You head out into the kitchen and you look out the big sliding door that goes out to the small patio. It over looks a partial forest and a field, the sun is just coming over the horizon. Steve has already sat at his spot at his patio set with two chairs and a small table. He’s facing out to the view with his coffee in one hand, and the paper in the other. You look down at the counter and see your mug with hot water, and three different kinds of tea in their packages beside. Huffing out a small laugh through your nose, he knows how indecisive you are on what kind of tea you want in the morning. You put two back and settle on earl grey this morning. You set the tea bag in and pour a small amount of cream into the tea.
You rub your eyes as you walk over to the screen door and slide it open. Steve’s head perks up as he looks back at you, bending his neck as to almost look at you upside down.
“Good morning pretty girl” he softly speaks with a smile on his lips. You just give him a sleepy smile and lean down and place a kiss on his lips. He kisses back to you and hums softly. You pull away and take your spot on the other side of the small round table and pull your legs up to you. “How was your rest, I’m sorry if I woke you”
“You didn’t wake me” you look at him, voice a little coarse still from waking up. “Thank you for the tea”
“I merely just gave you hot water” he chuckles “good pick though, i love the smell of earl grey. reminds me of you” he says as he flicks to the other side of the paper and pulls out a page. He folds it and passes it to you. Eagerly, you set your mug down and take it from him. You scrunch your nose at him as a thank you and grab your pen from the table. It stays there usually as this is pretty much your every day routine with him. You lay the page down on the table and click the end of the pen.
“As always” he takes a sip of coffee “Ask me if you need any help”
“Not today Stevie, I’ve gotten pretty good at these” you grin up at him as he snorts, flipping the page of his paper.
“You said that last time babe” not taking his eyes off the paper “and i think you asked me for help on at least half of the prompts”
Steve always gives you the crosswords out of the daily paper. You love doing them. Though you’re not very good at them, you still love them. You find reading the paper boring so it’s a way for you and Steve to relax into the day doing something together. Sometimes he’ll read you an article he knows you’ll find interesting.
“Yeah yeah I know but this time. This time I got it. M’kay? Might ask for help on a few, but not many” You click the pen and take a look at the first one.
Down: 1. “Fencing Sword”. You furrow your brow, not knowing. moving to the next. 2. Mythical creature seen in some gardens. You think on it for a second “Oh!” you scribble your answer. Gnome. Steve chuckles, you always make it known when you get one without help. 3. school located near Windsor Castle. you shake your head how the hell would someone just know that. You read through a few more, out of all of them, which is around fifty. You’ve gotten three. You sigh and Steve peeks over.
“Need help there sweetheart?” He peeks over his paper.
“No. Just thinking. That’s all” You cover the paper slightly with your arms and he grins. He knows you. Stubborn. Steve folds the paper in half and grabs his mug and stands, stretches quick and kisses the top of your head and slides the door open and steps inside. You keep reading through the prompts trying to figure some out. You’re so focused you don’t really notice Steve come back out with another mug of coffee. He looks over your shoulder and pushes his glasses up his nose and reads.
“Epee” he says, it makes you slightly jump.
“I’m sorry?” you look up at him. He points at the down 1. spot.
“Epee. it’s what a fencing sword is called” he stands back up tall and takes a sip of coffee.
“How do you just know that?” you half laugh in disbelief, and look back and write it down. Sure enough it fits. He laughs a breathy laugh.
“Dunno babe, just do” he shrugs and sits back in his spot. He re opens his paper and reads a bit more. “Oh hey they think the movie theatre will re-open within the month. We haven’t done that in a wh-“
“What the actual hell is an ‘instrument similar to a lute’?! First of all. What even is a lute? How am I supposed to know?” you weren’t angry. Your brain just can’t comprehend how people just know this information. You set the paper down quiet aggressively and sigh harshly. Steve closes his eyes and huffs out a laugh.
“Babe” Steve stands and moves his chair right beside yours. “Crosswords are supposed to be a relaxing activity” he kisses your temple and plops himself beside you. “Let’s see love, what letters do you already have” he moves the paper more towards him and adjusts his glasses. You both spend the next hour figuring it out together. This is how it usually always goes. you get frustrated, and Steve comes and sits with you and helps you through it. Small kisses stolen here and there, especially when you get one on your own.
“there you go.” he presses a kiss on your cheek, “smart girl” another kiss just below your ear, then your neck. You giggle and turn to face him. “Easy-peasy” he winks.
“Well says you. You’re the one with just random useless information floating around in all that hair. Yet you can’t remember to pick Dustin up from the arcade after he reminded you all day, and wrote it on your hand” you start to laugh as he huffs and takes his glasses off and sets them on the table.
“One time. I forgot one time. God you both hold that over my head. He brought it up yesterday when he dropped off his movie rentals at the store” he shakes his head but he’s also grinning. Knowing you’re right. “Alright. we have 3 more words to get, then we’re done” he slides his glasses back on and grabs the pen. You rest your chin on your hand and sit and admire him as he reads the next prompt to you. His brows furrow. “‘34 across, 1957 treaty of Rome org.’ Okay. Now who the actual fuck is supposed to just know that” Steve looks over at you, equally as annoyed as you were.
“Right?!” you throw your hands up and laugh, as Steve laughs as well and shakes his head. He pulls you closer by your waist and you two spend the rest of the morning trying to figure out the last 3 words.
You could spend all your mornings like this. And you do. You always will.
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