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sadhours · 4 months

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helloooooo :3

i wanted to request something for kurt kunkle where he has a twitch streamer!gf ? >.<

i just adore cute little kurt 🩷🩷

you’re streaming on twitch, just chatting and you’re loading up a TikTok compilation sent by a chatter when you hear the door of the apartment close, alerting you that your boyfriend kurt is home from his spree shift. he was streaming himself, you had it on your phone on silent, just to make sure he had at least one viewer. you’d shouted out his stream on your own but not many people actually went over to watch him. you’re not really surprised, you’re mostly referred to as a booby streamer as is.

kurt walks into the room, smiling all smitten at you as he pulls up his gaming chair and sits beside you, waving to the webcam.

“how many viewers do you have?” he asks as he leans closer to the screen, his grin widening as he sees the number, “holy cow! five thousand!”

you giggle as you lace your fingers and plant a kiss on his cheek, “everyone say hi to kurt!”

he throws up a peace sign, his eyes struggle to keep up with the chat. not quite as trained as you are to catch the meaningful commentary. he frowns as he reads comments about himself and you reach over to squeeze his thigh. you find him so sweet and endearing, you know he’ll capture his own audience enough.

“we’re watching some TikTok’s and then i might play something, we’ll see,” you tell kurt as you smooth your palm against his thigh. “did you have a good night?”

“interesting night, missed you though,” he mumbles, finally making eye contact with you. you flush as you squeeze his thigh again and lean closer to kiss his cheek.

“missed you, too,” you tell him honestly before pressing play on the video. but you can’t tear your eyes away from kurt. watching his enthusiastic reactions to the TikTok’s. his loud laugh and his innocent eyes. his hair falling just over his eyebrows with every cackle. he offers meaningless commentary while you continue to stare at him. heart swelling in size with the absolute adoration you hold for him.

his eyes dart back to the chat, comments about how you’re looking at him and he meets your eyes, cheeks flushed with flattery.

“you’re so cute, kurt,” you confess, honestly.

“you’re cute!” he argues back, lips thin with embarrassment.

“no, you are,” you giggle and can’t help but lean closer to capture his lips in a kiss. kurt kisses back slowly, hand moving to wrap round your waist from behind.

you bite his lower lip and he parts his lips, allowing your tongue easy entrance. you forget you’re live, kissing him with want and desire and his hand comes up to cup your cheek. tongues clashing and it’s sloppy… suddenly, you’re shocked back to reality. looking to the camera, you giggle and exclaim, “TOS! TOS! I have to go! see you all later!”

quickly you end stream and close out of the browser. kurt looks at you with his shy, tight lipped smile. you climb into his lap, kissing him and giggling into it.

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justasimp1 · 2 years

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Kurt Kunkle x F! Reader

Fluff, Short-ramble

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You rolled around in your bed, groaning from boredom. You picked up your phone, quickly dialing your boyfriend. "Hello Y/N" Kurt muttered. You could hear a faint hum of a car engine. "I'm sorry, are you streaming?" "Yeah but I'll always have time for you" Kurt laughed.

"I'm bored, can you stop by my house for a second" You huffed, signing into his stream. Kurt looked concentrated on driving to his next destination. "I cant, sorry babe. I have to complete #TheLesson" Kurt muttered.

His views were gradually growing. The chat speed picking up. You groaned, pushing your head into your pillow to pout louder. "So much for you'll always have time for me" You grumbled.

Kurt's hands tightened on the steering wheel, his eyes narrowing at the cameras, almost as if he could see you flipping him off. "Please don't be mad because if youre mad I won't be focused and if I'm not focused I won't be able to complete the #Lesson"

Kurt rambled on, his hand guesturing to his frustration. "Whatever- talk to you later Kurt" You held a thumb over the red button. "Y/N!" Kurt whined, his knuckles turning white from his grasp on the wheel.

"I've been planning this for a long time please don't ruin it" Kurt put his head on the wheel. "Who cares about the stupid fucking Lesson" You flipped off his stream again.

"You said you liked it..." "Yeah because I'm supportive, I didn't understand what the hell you were saying anyways" "You know what...fuck you Y/N" The curse seemed like it was forced out of his mouth. "Fuck me then" You chuckled, sending daggers through your laptop screen.

"I can't I'm busy doing the lesson!" Kurt emphasized busy and lesson. "Bye Kurt" You scoffed, letting your thumb press the red button. You tossed your phone by your pillow, eyeing Kurt's next move on stream.

He seemed less energized. You didn't want to intentionally distract him from his project. You hated whenever he had that look on his face. You quickly typed something in the chat before closing your laptop.

KurtKunkles's69: sorry. good luck with the lesson

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collectivecloseness · 3 months

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Kurt Kunkle would be a desperate, obsessive, puddle over any little thing that could make him feel close to you. So here’s something about that <3

(Cw: 18+, kinda pervy!Kurt (he uses your ice lolly stick to get off, but there is fluff))

Kurt Kunkle x reader

Kurt swore half the time you two hung out it ended up with him trying to ignore the growing problem in his pants. But now, with you letting that empty ice lolly stick bob inside your cheeks, Kurt’s nearly panting with effort beside you on the couch, not to let his hand subconsciously drift to his tightening sweatpants. Goddamn at least they were black today.

Kurt stared as you swirled the stick over your tongue, over and over. When you sucked lazily at the sticky juices that were still flavouring it. And when you lifted it out of your mouth a moment and a string of drool stayed attached to your lips that you didn’t notice, Kurt nearly whined out loud.

You kept it in your mouth the last half hour you were spending at his place. Almost like you just wanted something in your mouth. And while Kurt was genuinely having fun chatting with you and hanging out during this time, his eyes kept drifting to that piece of wood you were sliding over your tongue, and a throb struck his aching crotch every time he did.

By the time you had to go, your friend picking you up, otherwise Kurt would have driven you like he always does, Kurt’s standing up which has at least got some blood down to his feet. And when you’ve finally gotten your bag and shoes on, Kurt gets your attention, which he’s an expert at, and sticks his hand out. “I can throw that away, if you want.” He offers you, those doe brown eyes nodding towards the ice lolly stick, as he bobbed on his feet, always sweetly wanting to be helpful, you thought Kurt was so cute like that.

“Thank you Kurt!” You slide it out your mouth, and Kurt swears he can hear a wet pop, trying not to buckle under his knees and increasingly heavy cock, under your smiling glossy lips, as you lick over them even more.

“I actually forgot it was in there.” You chuckle, and Kurt tries not to whine as he nods agreeably.

He would get on his knees for you right now.

“Aha yeah no problem. Take- have a good rest of your day. Oh, and uh let me know if you’re still down for tomorrow. I want- I hope you had fun!” Kurt grins brightly at you. Leaning against his open door frame in a way he probably doesn’t realise looks quite attractive to you. His cheeks all warm and hair a bit fluffier than usual. Just hanging out close with Kurt on the couch today, he felt cozy. You were glad you two were friends.

You lean over and give Kurt a big hug goodbye. Kurt’s gotten a lot more used to your affection now, or rather to physical affection in general. It was always something he yearned for, and now he doesn’t even feel too wowed to not even react properly. Kurt’s so happy that you’ve finally given him this. This feeling that he can be himself, that you like him for him, that he’s worthy of even being touched so much as a causal hand on his shoulder, or of nice words his way, that there is such a thing as home.

Whether he has that with you or not at some point, at least Kurt understands now why everyone else seems to feel like there is such a place as ‘home’ for them. Kurt never really got that, he thought it just wasn’t a thing and that most people were kidding themselves, or much better than him - until you.

Kurt smirks as he presses his soft cheek into your own, and your hair, smiling as his hands softly hold your upper back, hugging you with the same amount of care as you hug him. Feeling giddy within himself still to this day, at feeling you tenderly hug him back. Your arms wrapped around his middle and gently squeezing him in your hold, comfortingly. Just hugging him.

Kurt’s still smiling when you eventually pull back, he never pulls back first, and his mouth opens in an even happier moment when he sees you still smiling right back up at his brown eyes.

“Okay Kurt. See you tomorrow then! Thanks for today! Bye!” You wave to him, keeping your eyes on him till the moment you have to watch your step, and run to your friends car, still waving.

Kurt grips your lolly stick in his fingers as he waves bye back to you, leaning against the open doorframe again, shaking his soft (washed) hair out of his face a little. He sees you saying something to your friend, and both of you giggling as you wave at him through the front windscreen. But then he’s waving you off after another day, and watching you leave. Trying to make himself think he can still feel your touch on his skin. And gripping that lolly stick like it’s everything.

Once you leave Kurt shuts his front door and sprints to his bedroom, locking the door even though he’s the only one home. Gasping as his shaking hands try to peel his slightly sticky sweats away from his sensitive cock. That underwear was definitely joining the laundry pile, shoved into his closet when you said you were coming over. He shimmies his shirt off too, tossing it in the pile as he lets himself breathe.

Kurt gets to work quickly, sitting on his frameless mattress of a bed, and his pretty lips open and drool seeps at the corners as he stares at your ice lolly stick he’s twirling in his dexterous fingers now. He can still see the shine of your spit, he swears he sees a small trail over a glob, the faint redness from the juice you’ve sucked clean, and Kurt wants to work quickly while it’s still wet and shiny.

So with a pleased little whimper Kurt takes his pink tongue and licks up the underside of your lolly stick.

Kurt’s tongue is resting exhilarated in his mouth, while his cock strikes needy beats in time with his heart, just staring down at he stick and picturing your lips. Your tongue, your mouth. His own tongue salivating in his mouth, as Kurt moans, and relishes in the fact he’s tasting you.

Kurt’s indirectly kissed your before, a fact he’s excited about, drinking from the same glass as you, kissing a stuffed toy in the same spot on their forehead you did, he even once lapped quickly at an envelope you’d just sealed shut, although that one he felt a little more lame about. But this... he’d never actually gotten to taste your spit before. To lick it- you.

Kurt doesn’t want to lick all of it though, not yet. He’s pumping his heavy cock as he sucks on his tongue a little, thinking about your sweet lips and tongue. How they’d feel around his...

All before bringing the fresh lolly stick down to his dick, and gulping as he stares at your wetness there, hovering over his thick cock that he’s trying not to choke with his hand. Before he brings your spit covered object down and slides it over his length.

Kurt cries out. Immediately whimpering then whining your name, slowly teasing your spit covered wood over his pulsing cock again.

It is a sight, Kurt biting down on his pink lips so desperately as he sees your spit covering his cock. He has never experienced anything like this before. And even though you’re not here now, it’s still a dream.

Kurt pumps his cock hard in his hand, spreading the small amount of your spit over it. Moaning loudly in the thin walls of his house up to his ceiling, but forcing his eyes not to slip closed this time, and hooding them over at his cock, reminding himself that it has your drool on it, that you’re on his cock. Which makes his heart beat so loud in his ears, even though there’s no possible way to deafen his moans of your name. The loud adoring ones, or the breathy needy ones.

Kurt has your taste on his dick. And he’d never come this far to feeling like he was this close to you when touching himself. Well, Kurt jerked himself off a lot thinking about you. Pretty much an every day occurrence. But apart from the one time he’d humped himself until he came against your mattress while you left him waiting on your bed to collect food, Kurt hadn’t felt this close to you before while doing this. -Or, maybe he had, he wasn’t really thinking straight, he’d just never had your spit hot and wet on his cock before, and Kurt was burning with pulsing desire.

He grabs the side still only covered in your essence as he relishes over the fact he’s never had your actual spit on his cock before, thinking of and relishing the fact over and over as he touches himself. And with a shaking hand, very carefully rubs the shiniest part you sucked on the most over half an hour, over the sensitive head of his cock.

Kurt whines and has to pull the stick away quickly as a glob of pre is forced out the tip of his cock by a particularly large throb, and he makes sure to keep your present clean.

But Kurt’s panting, seeing a white string of his pre drip from the head of his sensitive cock, trailing down to his bed sheets, and it reminds him greatly of your spit clinging from your tongue to the wooden object he’s fisting right now.

Kurt puts your lolly stick in his mouth. Moaning gratefully, and pleased as he strokes his cock harder, leaning over curving his soft tummy, his brown hair dangling by his ears, as he lazily drools over his hand and his cock, both your spit mixing together as it plops hotly into his dick. And swallowing the mix of your spit down his own trembly throat. Kurt’s hand speeding up as he wets his crotch and is able to fuck his fist without burning himself from the intensity of it. Although all of Kurt was burning up inside right now, especially, fondly, his heart was.

Kurt doesn’t exactly want any splinters on his cock, and he definitely doesn’t want to have to explain that to anyone, but gently tapping the now soaked wood against his own cock, just makes him groan with those scrunched up eyes, his pretty mouth open and gasping in pleasure. Feeling a mix of yours and his cool spit flicking over his cock, as his chest shudders while he strokes himself with a harder grasp.

Popping the lolly stick back in his mouth, Kurt is moaning happily and lewdly at the taste of you and your mouth in his own. Humming a little, drooling dumbly over the stick and down his neck, and soon chest most likely, but humming happily over your ice lolly stick being in his mouth. Happily sucking at it as if he was tasting the actual sweet treat that had been on it, and not trying to drink up your spit.

Kurt’s tongue waggles and lolls hotly over the small object, as he thinks about you, a real genuine smile gracing his soft face as he thinks about you. His whole body blushing. Fuck... Kurt really really really does like you. He’s pretty sure he loves you. Although for some fucked up reason he kind of finds doing all this easier than asking you on a date yet. Hopefully soon.

Breathy swears fly from his gently parted lips, Kurt’s teeth gentle on the stick, even though it takes any blood he’s got in his brain to do so, as he wants it to not explode as long as possible. Kurt sucks on the stick he can still taste you on even more, his tongue lauding and laving over your tongues impression.

As Kurt’s hand speeds up, slick drool from the both of you covers his heavy cock that throbs desperately in his palm and fingers, even though Kurt thinks of you every time he touches himself now, his body never lessening in excitement and euphoria over you. Neither does his mind or heart or soul or whatever else Kurt has. He only gets more into you with every day.

Thinking about you each time only makes Kurt cum harder, and more.

But Kurt knows it’s him falling for you more, that makes his sessions more exciting, that and he has more experience to imagine with you each time. It’s not the other way around. You’re new for him, everything grows different because of you and Kurt likes that, but there’s so many reasons Kurt wants to burst, heart and all other places, the closer he gets to you.

Your name, and your spit, is the only thing on Kurt’s lips as he moans it out repeatedly, pre slicking his length along with your sticky spit as he bobs his hand expertly up and down. Thumbing over his tip while Kurt switches to whimpering your name like a chant, or begging, to groaning from his flushed and slightly spit covered chest, as his whole body rocks while Kurt ruts into his hand fast. Squeezing his cock Kurt thumbs his tip hard as he moans your name over the wooden stick on his wet tongue, before finally spilling heavy loads of cum over his messy thighs and soft bedsheets. Or messy sheets and soft thighs.

“Fuck, fuck y/n...” Kurt moans as the wet sounds of him pumping load after sticky load of his cum out of his spiking dick, shoots off that high feeling throughout his whole body and mind again. Kurt only swearing your name as he empties himself onto his bedsheets in a puddle, worshipping your taste in his soft mouth as he lavishes over you. Kurt breathing heavily and softly as he thinks all about you, remembers the feel of your touch again, wrapping his tongue needily around your stick with a whimper as he covets you, your name drooling from his plush red lips as he choked out the last dribbles of cum from his weeping cock. Sighing ever so loudly out with relief, from having been strained for over an hour now.

Panting as he falls back onto his frameless mattress, his toned arm under his head as he stares to his ceiling, legs spread happily, as he tongues over your gift softly and thinks about you, Kurt’s brown doe eyes sparkling.

Heart leaping as Kurt thinks all about you. Remembering fondly passing moments, and dreamily imagining a future with you, that makes him sweetly grin over the lolly stick. Laughing to himself happily in his bed, hugging his bare chest close, as Kurt wondrously thinks all of you.

As his breathing comes back to him, Kurt takes the used ice lolly stick out of his mouth, and looks at it again. Under his bedroom light, lying flat as he faces upwards, he ignores how soaked his thighs feel under him while he cares to examine what you left with him. Kurt sweetly looks over the small amount of red left, a nice smile on his face as he looks over it with soft awe blowing past his now empty lips.

His heart bursting with adoration for you as he remembers how happy you were when he offered to get you an ice lolly too since it was hot outside today. Kurt was always made to feel useless. The fact he learnt he actually was good enough to make people smile, he was just told he wasn’t, made him feel a weird mix of emotions the first time he realised it, but Kurt is ever happy that you genuinely do appreciate him. You think about him. You were always empathetic to Kurt. He’s sure it actually helped his own empathy. He could feel it slipping little by little more until you came into his life.

Kurt grins up at your little object with a hum of affection. Then he brings it down to his lips, and gives it a sticky kiss, pecking it, almost as if in thanks to you, and Kurt hoping he could not only kiss you, but thank you one day too.

For everything actually...

But then Kurt felt that familiar thud in his lower stomach, the thrum in his dick, and his balls suddenly didn’t feel empty at all anymore. So with a hum of knowing what was happening next, Kurt slipped the stick back into his mouth with a pop, and sat up again to take care of business.

Of course, since you, Kurt never truly could just go one round.

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littlelioncub43 · 11 months

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Kurt Kunkle

Drabbles

Fuck Around and Find Out 🌶

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gayjosh · 2 years

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♡ Kurt Kunkle × AMAB Reader ♡

《Fluff; admitting your feelings for each other, watching a movie, cuddling, and falling asleep together <3》

FEM DNI

"Hey, y/n." Kurt said as you got into the car, watching you in the rear view mirror.

"Hey." You sat in the middle seat and leaned forward, resting your hand on his shoulder. "So what are we doing? It's pretty late."

"Oh, uh... We're going to my house. I- I think? Unless you... Unless you wanna go somewhere else. Like, that's fine, I just wanted to-"

"Kurt, calm down." You laughed. "We can go to your house, it's fine."

You and Kurt had been friends online for a while after you met on a game, but once you found out you both live in LA you two immediately started hanging out. He would usually come to your house, either to hang out there or to go to a park or out to eat. But you'd never been to his house before, and you actually really wanted to go. You always had sort of a crush on Kurt, you just thought he was so sweet and cute. And you were pretty sure he felt the same. Today you wanted to find out.

"We should watch a movie together or something when we get there. I'm pretty tired." You said, leaning back in your seat. "Actually, do you think I could sleep over?"

Kurt tried to hide his excitement. "Yeah, of course."

●~♡•♡~●~♡•♡~•~♡•♡~•

You laid in Kurt's bed as he put on a movie. "Do you want me to make popcorn?"

"Not really hungry right now. We can eat later."

"I mean, it's just, like a- a snack-"

"Kurt, just come here." You pat the bed, smiling at him. He laid down next to you and as you two watched the movie it got harder and harder for you to sit there. All you could think about was Kurt.

"Hey, y/n?" He asked, turning to you.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Could I... Could we like, c-cuddle? I mean- Nevermind." He looked away. You grabbed his hand and held it.

"Of course we can." You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him towards you. "You're adorable."

"Mm..." He covered both of you with the blanket. "Thank you."

You smiled. "I love you, Kurt."

"Did... Did you say you love me?"

"Yeah."

"I-I didn't... I thought you were-" He paused and hugged you tightly, pressing his face against your chest. "I love you too."

You smiled and kissed the top of his head, closing your eyes and listening to Kurt's soft snoring as you fell asleep.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

#kurt kunkle x male reader #kurt kunkle #spree x reader #kurt kunkle x you #kurtsworld96 #the lesson #gay #mlm #kurt kunkle fluff #mlm fluff #hes so pretty #i love him

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houseof1000hoes · 1 year

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Cigarettes

steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: abuse, mentions of nsfw, your ex calling you a whore and a slut,

1:00 am

youre sitting on the sidewalk smoking a cigarette. no one's out just you. its cold out.

earlier - 9:00 pm

you and your boyfriend were fighting because you found out he had been cheating on you with your friend. "Matt, what the hell is wrong with you? you've been cheating on me with my best friend, FOR 10 MONTHS." you yelled at him. " yeah, but babe it was just a one time thing-" he whined "doesn't seem like it." i scoffed. "that was before she was pregnant" he yelled. "she wouldn't have gotten pregnant if you didn't fuck her" you mumbled. "WHAT WAS THAT SLUT? OH DON'T ACT LIKE YOU NEVER FUCKED SOMEONE WHILE WITH ME, AFTER ALL YOU ARE A WHORE"

I wrote this a bit ago, should I finish? also it is my first fic

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xzywoa · 2 years

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KURT KUNKLE HEADCANNONS

he would probably take you out on 3am drives to go to a take out and eat some food you say to him that its 3am and he needs to sleep but he doesn't listen and you end up saying yes

most of the time when he's around a ton of people he will always be near you and hold you by your hand tightly

he lovesss and i mean loves cuddles he will make you sit in bed with his head on your chest while you play with his hair and he will fall asleep against you

when your having a sad moment he will comfort you alot he would pick you up and take you to bed (or anywhere you want) and he would play with your hair and kiss you telling you it will all be okay

he gets all sassy when he tries to tell you that your his but you just end up laughing because its too funny but you already know that your his

whenever your in his spree he always somehow places his hand on your thigh softly and carefully caressing your thigh by making gentle circles on it even when theres passengers in there he does it he looks up to you and smiles and then he gets his eyes back on the road

he always says cute little pet names to you like 'honey' 'kurtie' 'baby' you honestly think its cute

whenever hes streaming and your not there he always talks about you and the cute things you do & his fans adore you

#kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #joe keery #stranger things #spree #spree 2020 #horror #flufftober2022 #kurt kunkle fluff #steve harrington #kurt kunkle x you #kurt kunkle x y/n #hibjaylollol

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slvtforstve · 1 month

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How different joe keery roles would react to you on your period

should i make this a series?

#steve harrington #gator tillman x reader #steve harrington x reader #free guy #keys #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #steve harrington smut #gator tillman smut #fake texts #joe keery #steve harrington fluff

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munsster · 1 year

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kurt kunkle and his bimbo girlfriend

A/N: this week has literally forced me to be obsessed with this greasy little slasher (soooooo my inbox is surely open!) (gif creds: @stevesnailbat)

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Bimbo!Reader

Warnings: Spree (2020) related content, kurt kunkle, smut/suggestive themes, MDNI, slasher themes (blood, gore, murder, ghostface), pet names (baby, slasher), cam/stream sex

im sorry but gamer bf x bimbo gf trope is actually flooring me rn

he’s just this greasy little streamer you started watching and you’re this total babe who’s obsessed with him

and you are really obsessed with him

you are literally his Number one fan

if kurt kunkle has 100 fans, youre one of them. if kurt kunkle has 1 fan, its you. if kurt kunkle has no fans, you’re dead.

you plugging kurtsworld96 at any given chance, like he’s so confused the first time he hears you do it, but then he gets so happy and just pulls you in

you being the first one to be super excited about his amount of viewers/followers

a celebratory kiss for ur streamer bf 🥰

also getting really worried when he seems to be in a little bit of trouble (ie cops in the background yikes)

him always reassuring you that he’s fine and he’ll figure it out

you dont know it but he’ll do anything you say, even if it meant turning off his stream for the night

you literally suggested doing cam stuff together before chat suggested it, but now chat is like obsessed with that because theyre a bunch of pervs

you treating chat like a sassy lil mama (“ew! behave yourselves” “ask nicely” “‘put it in her ass’ oh cmon, you know better” “shhh, quit being bratty, thats not how good little viewers get what they want, now is it?”)

youre such a lil price gouger, youre like “okay if someone sends in $50, i’ll let you guys watch us” and chat loves you so obviously they end up doing that

kurt really really loves you, plus you do wonders for his numbers. viewers basically double when he even mentions you

“‘kill your gf’ pfft yeah right, i know all his tricks, i’d like to see him try!” and you’re like in his lap and grinning and he just grins at you and when you turn to face him, he lands a big ol smooch on you

even after months of being together, he still gets nervous around you

and you always tell him to “relax, baby, it’s just me” all while he’s literally buzzing in your presence

he probably likes his hair pulled tbh

like even when you just run your fingers through his hair, he’s purring, he’s so slutty for it

asking him to do skincare/haircare with you as an excuse to take showers together 😝

like of course he’s gonna do it 1) because he loves you and 2) because afterwards, he smells like a candy store

you picking out his outfits because what he wears now is actually a cry for help

no because he would actually let you treat him like a dress up doll

you being really excited about it and telling him to do GRWM and OOTD segments on his streams (which are completely led + narrated by you, but he doesn’t need to know that)

him teaching you how to play video games (even though you already kinda know, you let him have his moment)

you designing the clickbait thumbnails for all of his youtube videos and they’re definitely all sparkly and pink and cute

you begging him to come with you to get your nails done, telling him he doesn’t have to get his nails done, you just want him to go with you

but of course, you convince him to get his nails done (just a basic polish *cough cough* in literally neon green, his choice) and he flaunts it to stream

he definitely makes fun of bobby like “my girlfriend is literally so hot. where’s yours? oh wait……”

and you HATE bobby

you think he’s a bad friend to kurt, but you’d never tell him that. you just scheme like “noooo baby, hang out with me, not bobby” and he’s like okay 🥰

also him being a little protective and possessive over you

like when other attractive people glance at you, he’ll grab your hand or put his arm around you or ask for a little kiss (all of which you do happily)

i love yous are thrown around like none other, and it makes him blush everytime. even when youre just tuning in, if he gets that “i love you, slasher” message, he’ll go red as a tomato

oh that reminds me: youre favorite movies being slasher films like scream and scary movie and american psycho, and he’s not stupid so he definitely senses the theme there

bonus: he definitely buys one of those ghostface masks just to surprise you (and get into your pants)

you offering to help clean his car after particularly gory kills (and he knows ur really good with aesthetics and detail work)

also you cleaning him up after particularly gory kills 🥺

like he’ll come home with blood streaked down his face, and you’re like “aw baby 😟 c’mere”

he LOVES it, he feels like a little puppy dog around you because you take care of him so well

you are all about sneak attack kisses, and he never knows what to do with them, he just sits there and smiles while you hold his face and pecks his lips

bro eventually, he’ll start laying the rizz down on you (and he’s not very good at it but) its so sweet that he’s genuinely trying and happy

like he’ll just spit pick-up line after pick-up line whenever you’re around, and you just giggle and kiss him on the cheek

you don’t even have to ask and he’ll buy you cute clothes. not that he’s insanely rich or like raking it in, but he makes enough, and he will spend money on something nice for you before he buys something for himself

him begging to drive you anywhere and anywhere even though your car works perfectly fine, he just wants to do things for you

also him begging to rig your car with cameras, too, just so when he does have to be in your car, he can still stream

ummm bonus: he definitely sets up a camera above his bed so like not only can he do sleeping streams, but…. you know…… angles 😌

you bringing him snacks and drinks during his stream and he gets the biggest googly eyes

you’ll just walk in in like the skimpiest little outfits, grinning and winking at the camera before giving kurtie a sloppy kiss

yall he’s so fucking dumb (in a loving way), but you’ll get into the car in like the most revealing and tight top and he’ll get all nervous and try to angle the cameras like ‘yall seeing this???’ all while smirking to himself

him accidentally referring to you as his wife on multiple occasions while streaming

letting you put your songs in the queue every so often

bonus: after hearing you play it literally once, his new favorite song is ‘stars are blind’ by paris hilton. that shit bangs and he knows it

him making you a playlist of all his songs (and he actually falls in love when you mention the fact that you listen to it almost constantly)

he actually can’t believe you love him and you’re of fan of his work and you’re actually the cutest thing he’s ever seen (nice tits, too)

it takes a lot of convincing and proof on his part that you truly love him, but you’re not shy about showing it and you’ll prove it to him anytime he needs

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justmeinadaze · 2 years

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Masterlist

Hey there! Now bear with me as I'm not tech savvy so this won't be as pretty as some Masterlists but I'm doing my best, darn it!

My name is Kathryn :), She/Her Pronouns, early 30s but feel older lol'

I do take a requests! Please send me any requests or suggestions. I always read them and write them down.

I write mostly for Eddie and Steve but I'm down for others.

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Characters

Eddie Munson

Unattainable Series

In the Eye of the Beholder

In the Eye of the Beholder Part 2

I Got You

Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Series

Pushing the Barrier series (ongoing kinda)

But What If I Want to Stay

Always Behind You series

Eddie Asks

Silence

Ghost In The Machine (on going)

Steve Harrington

Date Night Series (on going until I run out of ideas)

Playing the Game series

A Virtual Romance series

Saying Sorry (on going)

Those Days

Inside of Her Head

In Your Corner (Steve Ask)

In Your Corner Part 2

I Miss the Misery

My Lucifer is Lonely

Steddie

Good Neighbors series

We're a Family series

Steddie Dream Drabble

Aftercare series

I'm in Control series

The King, The Bat, and The Runaway series

Take It Out On Me series (on going)

I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) series (On going)

Head Filled With Demons/Secret Sinners

Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites

Halsey series (on going)

Children of the Night series

Little Girl Gone (On going)

Don't Be So Hard (on going)

Secret Underneath (on going)

Steddie Asks

I'm Just A F**ked Up Girl

Kurt Kunkle

A Toxic Lesson

A Toxic Lesson Part 2

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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Quiet Need

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: You and Kurt are cuddling on a lazy night when you start to hear some confusing noises, and feel some familiar sensations. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. 18+. Gn reader. Dryhumping, subby Kurt, 1.8k)

You were just watching a movie with Kurt. It wasn’t one of your, or his favourites, just something for the two of you to lazily watch again as you cuddled for the next few hours.

You knew Kurt liked his cuddling time even though he wasn’t always sure how to just outwardly ask for it. But most times when it was this late at night and you decide to turn on the tv in bed, your boyfriend knew he was okay to just drape over you and bury himself.

Kurt had his head on your chest, soft hair had been tickling the skin under your shirt at first whenever he wriggled around, which was a lot sometimes, and so he’d moved his head further down so it was pressed against your inviting chest. His arms motionlessly draped across your lap, whilst his hand occasionally played with the material of your shirt near your stomach, his legs intertwined with your near one, and eyes on the screen which was the only lighting in your darkish room.

At one point a while ago you thought he’d fallen asleep. But the lack of slight drool or incoherent mumblings let you know even before you peeked down to softly brush the hair out his face, that he was still awake. Just contentedly holding onto you as you both watched in silence.

The movie was actually quite good, you’d seen it a few times before, so it wasn’t till the quietest little whine/groan piped up that your full attention was drawn away from the film. You kept your eyes on the screen, but listened out for anymore noises to see if he’d actually fallen asleep this time as that’s what you thought you’d heard, but you didn’t hear anything again.

It wasn’t until a minute later, when you felt a brush against your leg, that you realised what was happening.

There was another brush, then several long seconds later, another rub.

You could feel that Kurt was still partly soft against your thigh, but his growing erection was obvious from his minute movements against your flesh. You wondered how long he’d been doing this, especially with the pauses in between thrusts, which while still being slightly delayed, were getting shorter.

You looked down at him finally, swiping the hair away from his face yet again as he turned his chin to look up at you, skin flush to the touch.

He didn’t say anything. You’d both been in this situation before. The only thing he did was look at you with those big brown eyes, dark in the room, opening his mouth into a small wet o shape, before humping yet again into your thigh, this time letting out a little ‘oh’ sound. Eyes begging you to answer his question.

You didn’t discourage him, you leaned closer with a smile, taking more of his greasy fringe away from his warm head and pressing a loving kiss to it. He looked back at you with so much adoration. And you continued to play with his hair. “It’s okay baby. You can use my leg.”

That was all the confidence Kurt needed, before he sank his face further into your chest, grinding slowly against your leg with pauses still present, but as he pumped his erection into your thigh, little pants started to blow hot through your shirt. The longer he went on, the more wet the space felt.

You stroked through his hair comfortingly, turning your head back to the film but not your attention, as Kurt needily began to thrust into your thigh more obviously.

With every scratch of your fingers through his locks and to the back of his head, Kurt humped himself against your leg. He moved his hands then to grasp clingily onto your hips, not putting any pressure on them, but with light mawling fingers into the waistband of your jeans, never cutting or bruising, he just wanted to ground himself with you, on you.

He was fully hard now, it’d only taken a couple of minutes at the largest estimate altogether, and he’d given up on grinding whenever you stroked him, already going for the sloppy pace he was more accompanied to as he rutted into you, mouth panting quicker, as soft whines escaped concurrently.

You felt his eyes burning up on you from where he’d hidden himself in your chest as you pretended to be looking at the screen, which made Kurt only whine more audibly, crying out for your attention. You could feel just how hard he was through his sweatpants against your clothed thigh. With so many layers he was still always so sensitive to your touch. “Mmmm” he mumbled out, biting softly down on his lower lip as he asked again for your attention in a way you were all too familiar with, head bouncing slightly against your torso as his lap rutted into you, legs already starting to shake needily.

This time you finally gave him his much needed attention, noting with a spike in your heart and what felt like a heartbeat in your crotch, how his lustful eyes finally meeting yours made him all the more happy. Biting on his lip to successfully suppress a throatier moan before a smile crept up through his teeth, he continued rutting his hardness not only into you, but up and down more, whining as he rested his cheek against your heartbeat, and hands twitchingly played with your shirt and the stomach under it.

You took his exposed cheek in your palm, almost burnt at the feel of his skin on yours, not being able to ignore the pooling heat in your underwear as he humped himself against you with more fervour. “You like that huh?” You asked softly, stroking his cheek “You like humping on me while I’m trying to watch a film?” His eyes darkened along with the shade of red on his cheeks, biting his lip out of shame now, you noticed it didn’t halt his thrusting movements in the slightest though. “Even with all our clothes on?”

“Yes” Kurt finally spoke, although it was a bit shaky. You could feel his hips stuttering by the way his thrusts became so much more unmanageable, the tiniest of wet spots introducing his nearing approach, rubbing against your leg.

You leaned down as Kurt was basically panting into your face. A loving dozy smile was planted on his open lips, burying his face into your hand, accompanied by one tiny string of warm drool accidentally leaking onto it, as his clothed cock tried to bury itself feverently into your thigh. Whines and mumbles tumbling out of his lips as his lap got shakier and more forceful, digging into your thigh as the bed croaked under his no longer stealthy thrusts, pleas in the form of nonsensical sounds becoming more frequent as you drew in closer and closer. Only to speak so close to his face “It’s alright sweetheart you can cum.”

With that a puff of air blew warm into your face as he groaned loudly, toppling into your chest as he humped as quick as he could into your thigh, immediately spilling himself into his underwear, with a large wet patch soaking more and more through his sweatpants with a loud cry. His grinding still not giving up, coating your jeans in the same hot wet mess of his cum as he painted your thigh with him riding out the rest of his orgasm, towards the end only being controlled by spasms more than himself.

A large whine left him finally in a pant, having released all he needed to, from his chest, into you, and into both of your trousers.

It felt like he’d stopped, and you’d stroked through his greasy hair his entire way through it. But even as he’d completely come down from his high, he’d still occasionally thrust a little into your soaked leg, just a couple more final times. Managing to spread a little more of himself across you in spatters.

You kissed his burning head as he finally closed his eyes, tucking his face fully into your chest. It only lasted a second though as he pulled back, wanting-no- “I -n-needed- I need to look at you.” He told you. His clammy hand reaching up to take your cheek, mirroring the same way you held his. He gave you the most loving look, before sucking in his lips cheekily, eyes sparkling as he scanned your face.

Smiling, you leaned down for a kiss, intending to press your lips sweetly against his, but his tongue was in your mouth before you thought your lips had even connected. He didn’t want to make out you understood, he was too tired for that for the next few minutes, he just wanted to kiss you, no matter how sloppily, uncoordinated, or wet it would be. It was passionate. He wanted inside your mouth and he was licking at the roof of it and sucking in your lips before you even had time to let out a thrilled and surprised squeak. He managed one quick taste of your tongue, his own wet and hot and desperate against yours before you pulled back quickly, laughing only in slight shock. But you did lean back down to kiss him again. “Feel better big boy?”

Kurt nodded happily, moving himself so instead of being to your left, his long legs draped across your lap to the right, and you had to hold him more, his cheek moving further up to your collarbone. This did mean however as he was now sat in your lap, the underside of his pants that had flooded wet was sat perched upon your previously left alone right leg. But you just smiled at him as he leaned up and dopily kissed the tip of your nose, batting him away in a fit of hysterics as his tongue flicked against it though.

Kurt just giggled with you, wrapping his arms around your form like a big snuggly koala, eyes reaching over to the tv before squinting at its light, turning to look up at you. “I’m tired now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaving the tv on only for the helpful glow as you soothingly rubbed your boyfriends back. “Well before that you have to get out of these pants.”

The widening of his eyes was unmistakable as every crease in Kurt’s face fell flat below you, mouth hanging open in that adorable o shape again, but this time looking like a fish out of water.

“To get changed silly!” You commented, tugging once on the waistband of his pants, seeing his face soften as he realised, nodding in agreement. But first, he’d take the last few minutes before the credits rolled, he knew this film like the back of his hand. And Kurt snuggled into your neck, letting you hold him as he grasped onto your warm waist, letting the final notes of the score take place.

#citrussy #Kurt Kunkle/reader #Kurt Kunkle fic #Kurt Kunkle x reader #fic #spree 2020 #kurt kunkle #Kurt Kunkle fluff

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tooearlyforthis · 1 year

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Hey!💖

I have a request (it might be to basic)

I can't stop thinking about Steve comforting y/n after a nightmare about him getting hurt, and I'm imagining him all sweet, he doesn't know what to say but he tries his best

I just need that kind of fluff🥺

Thank you in advance and i just followed you byw

Hey! Sorry for the extremely late reply. I’m going to assume you’re talking about Steve Harrington based on your pfp but if this was meant for Steve Rogers I apologize in advance! I also made the reader a Hawkins lab baby I hope that was okay!

I Love You and I Like You | Steve Harrington

Pairing: bf!Steve Harrington x powered!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Synopsis: After waking up over and over again from the same awful nightmare, Y/n finally confides in her boyfriend what's wrong.

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Hawkins lab reader, tiny moment inspired by Parks and Rec

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It was hard to let the past stay in the past, especially when every year it seemed to resurface. Y/n thought that Dr. Brenner was long gone, burning in whatever hellscape he went to in the afterlife. That’s what Eleven had told her, that’s what she had believed. It wasn’t true, however, and after the events of summer break, the past finally caught up to her.

Although they had finally defeated the big bad of the upside down, hopefully for good this time, that didn’t stop the pain she felt from staying with her. Ever since then, she had been starting to get the most awful and visceral nightmares - worse than she ever had before.

Watching as the vines wrapped around Steve’s throat, they pulled him to the wall of the Creel house. Y/n held out her hand, trying to stop them, to untangle them with her mind. But as she strained her muscles, to pull energy from every part of her body, nothing happened. She forced her hand out again, waiting for that familiar feeling to run through her bones -but again, nothing occurred. Steve continued to choke, his face getting whiter by the second. She so desperately wanted to run after him, to pull him off the wall and hold him until he was okay. It was hard resisting, knowing that if she touched them she would meet the same fate.

Continuing to try, she held up her hand again, waiting for her powers to flood out, saving the person she cared for most. Nothing ever happened, not even a whisper of movement. She screamed, watching as Steve’s body went limp, the light leaving his eyes.

Before her knees hit the floor, she was jolting up in bed, gasping for air.

“Woah, woah, hey,” Steve said, sitting up as he tried to get out of his sleepy daze. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

Still trying to catch her breath, Y/n shook her head, feeling her boyfriend slump around her in relief. “I-I’m okay,” she finally said.

“Are you sure? I could get you some water or-“

“-I’m good, Steve,” she persisted. “Can we just- go back to sleep?”

“Y-yeah, sure,” he said, laying down next to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, letting his nose get buried in her hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Y/n paused for a moment. Growing up in a lab, surrounded by other grumpy telepaths and mean scientists, trained her to suppress their emotions. And even though it had been almost six years since she escaped, she still found herself hesitant to open up to others - even her boyfriend of almost a year.

“I just wanna go back to sleep,” she told him. Turning her head, she turned to look at him. “I love you and I like you.”

Giving her a quick kiss, he repeated, “I love you and I like you.”

It was something they had been saying for most of their relationship. After one of their dates at Benny’s Diner, Steve awkwardly held her hands in the parking lot and blurted out I love you and I like you. Y/n remembered smiling so wide it almost hurt. She was his first relationship after Nancy, after being told he and the first girl he loved had a bullshit relationship. That “King Steve” swagger wasn’t as strong and if she was being true with herself, it was the only reason she agreed to go on a date in the first place.

So when those awkward words left his mouth making him question everything about their relationship up until that point, it was such a relief when she repeated them back to him. From that day, on it became a constant in their lives and it still made her smile every time he said it.

She felt him inch closer to her, snuggling close as if a hug would fix her problems. To be honest, it was kind of working. The comfort of his touch, the knowledge that he was safe beside her - there was no need to stress him out more when this was enough.

Letting sleep take her once more, she tried her best to dream of better times.

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The second time she woke up with a nightmare later that week, Steve was a little more persistent. He held her as they sat up in bed, arms wrapped around her back.

“Please tell me what’s going on I hate seeing you like this,” he pleaded with her, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she began to calm down. “If you tell me I-I could try and help, maybe take some of the stress off of you.”

Y/n shook her head, rubbing her hands against her eyes. “No, it’s nothing just…I’m going to go wash my face off. Just need some cold water.”

Before Steve could argue she was up and out of the bed, walking over to the bathroom attached to her room. The water was colder on her face, refreshing her immediately. It helped a little, letting her think of another place where Vecna wasn’t creeping around every corner.

Turning back to the door, she paused. Maybe she could stay in the bathroom a little longer. Steve was an amazing boyfriend and a persistent one at that. She didn’t need his questions or searches for answers when she knew he had nightmares himself. Putting that weight on him was something she couldn’t bare.

He knew she was a test subject from the lab, the same as El, but that’s not what bothered her. It was the constant reassurance that everything was going to be okay because she was a test subject. Her powers could disappear one day, the same way they did with El, and she didn’t know if she could be the hero without them.

For now, she would keep her nightmares to herself. For now, she could ease the minds of the people around her.

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Family Video was packed for a Wednesday afternoon. Y/n and Eleven perused the isles for a film for movie night. Every so often she would look out to see Steve on the other side of the store helping a customer. He had smiled at them when they came in, the store being so full he hadn’t had time to say hello.

Y/n stuck her head out for another time, getting lost in her thoughts as she stared off to see if he was still working - he was, trying to hold back a yawn as he did so. She had stayed over again the previous night, having yet another nightmare. He tried again to comfort her, to be there by her side, and once again she had pushed him away. She stared off at him, trying to convince herself that keeping him at an arm's distance from her problems was for the best.

As she continued to debate in her mind, she was pulled out of thought by the shake of her arm.

“Sorry, El what were you saying before?”

“Is this movie okay for tonight?” Eleven asked.

“Y-yeah sure that’s fine,” she replied, taking one more quick glance at Steve.

Eleven sighed, setting the movie down. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“What?”

“All you do is stare off at Steve like you two don’t already spend every waking moment together. So, what’s the problem?”

Y/n looked at her little sister in shock. Since when did she become so perceptive? “I…” she began, looking back before pulling El further down the aisle. “I’ve been having nightmares again. Steve keeps dying and I don’t have my powers to save him.”

“Oh,” Eleven said, her face softening.

“Yeah…Do you ever have these dreams? Like you’re going to lose everything close to you?”

“All the time.”

Y/n stared at her surprised. “Really?”

Eleven nodded. “It’s always Mike being taken by the demogorgon and there’s nothing I can do to help. No powers, nothing…then Papa shows up taunting me.”

“I guess this is just normal for us then?”

“I don’t know…” Eleven responded softly. “What does Steve think about these dreams?”

“Oh, I haven’t told him. He has enough to deal with already he doesn’t need my nightmares too. Why? Did you tell Mike about yours?”

“Yeah,” Eleven said so nonchalantly.

“Yeah?” Y/n questioned. “Just that easy?”

She shrugged. “Mike helps me get through them, he’s there for me and I’m there for him. It might help to tell Steve.”

Y/n looked down at the floor, trying to avoid answering her sister. Ever since Hopper finally loosened up on his rules, letting Eleven finally see more, she had become more worldly. Her vocabulary improved, and so did her fashion and of course, her advice. Curse El for being so mature for her age, she was right, Y/n had to tell Steve about her nightmares.

Just not today.

After renting the movies, and Steve making jokes with Eleven, he turned his attention back to his girlfriend. “I’ll see you after your movie night right?” he asked.

Nodding, she replied, “Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

She leaned over the counter and gave her a quick kiss, a smile forming on his face as they parted. “I love you and I like you,” he whispered.

She smiled against his forehead. “I love you and I like you.”

Waving goodbye, Y/n followed her sister out of the store. She felt nervous to tell her boyfriend about all the negative thoughts that had been plaguing her since they defeated Vecna. He was so sweet and she knew he would never judge her but still, she never wanted to burden him with her nightmares….

🎬🎬🎬

It happened again.

Gasping for breath Y/n woke up once more from a nightmare. Before she could even process her surroundings, curled up in her boyfriend’s bed, she felt his arms wrapped around her. Steve slowly leaned into her side, one hand caressing her hair in an attempt to calm her down.

“I got you, it’s okay,” he cooed. “It was just a dream.”

No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t control her breathing. She felt her heart beating out of her chest, the feeling of panic rising higher than it ever had before. Steve tried again to calm her down, continuing to hold her but it wasn’t helping.

Quickly, she stood up out of his grasp, shaking her arms out as she paced in his room. “Honey it’s okay, everything is going to be fine,” he said softly.

Y/n nodded, continuing to walk throughout the room, wanting the feeling to go away. She pushed her hair out of her face, sighing as she sat down on the end of his bed. With her head hidden in her hands, she felt Steve settle down next to her.

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at him. “I-I don’t know why this keeps happening.”

“You don’t need to apologize for anything, nightmares are normal, especially after what we went through.” He reached over, placing her hands in his. “You can talk to me about them okay? There’s no reason to hide.”

“I don’t want you to stress. Like you said, it was a lot that we went through I couldn’t dump my problems onto you.”

“You’re not dumping your problems onto me. Please, tell me what happens, I want to help. I-I read in this book that talking through nightmares helps with the stress and makes you less likely to have them again.”

Y/n couldn’t help but let a small smile form on her lips. “You read a book about nightmares?”

Steve nodded. “I was trying to find something to help you, I’ve been worried sick since you won’t talk to me about any of it. Trust me, it helps. Just start with tonight's dream okay? What happened?”

Had he really read a book for her? She knew her boyfriend well, he was never the studious type and didn’t care for reading all that much. But the fact that he did it just to help her made her heart feel warm. Slowly nodding, she finally gave in and listened to his and El’s advice.

“Yeah, okay,” she started. Steve shifted in front of her, ready to help his girlfriend out in any way needed. “I-I pretty much only get one nightmare. It’s always Vecna, strangling you, and my powers are gone. There’s nothing I can do to help you I-I just have to sit there and watch you die…”

She felt tears dripping down her cheeks when she spoke. Taking her hands out of his, she brought them up to her face to wipe the tears away.

“Oh sweetie,” he said, leaning in to hug her tight. “I’m not going to die.”

“You don’t know that! Every year we face this thing and every year we are closer to death. Max ended up in the hospital this time I…What if I lose my powers as El did? I might not be able to get them back now that the Nina Project is over.”

Y/n felt her chest start to rise again, hyperventilating as just thought about what could happen if she couldn’t protect him. Steve released her from his hug, settling his hands on both of her shoulders.

“You don’t need your powers, Y/n. You are so much more than them. And so what if you lose them? That doesn’t mean you’re useless,” Steve tried to reason with her but it was clear nothing was going to help right now. “How about we list our favorite places in Hawkins, yeah?”

She looked at him, confused at what he was getting at. Nevertheless, he started listing places.

“I like the lake, Family Video, your bedroom-“

“Steve!”

“What it’s true!” he exclaimed. “Okay, what about we try dancing, huh? Getting all the jitters out.”

He stood up, waiting for her to follow. Y/n sat still on his bed, still trying to control her breathing. Before she knew what was happening, Steve was doing the worst dance moves she had ever seen in her life. If she could guess that dance, it would probably be closest to the Irish jig. She watched as her boyfriend shuffled across the floor of his room, trying to keep her distracted.

In his defense it was starting to work, especially when he tripped over his own feet, falling to the floor. Y/n burst out laughing, watching as he snuggled to get back up, rubbing his shins.

“Get back up here, dummy,” she told him. As he sat back down next to her, she left her head resting on his shoulder.

“You know I love you, right?” he said softly, making her look up into his eyes. “Nothing could keep up apart. Not even Vecna.”

Nodding, Y/n replied, “I know.” And for the first time, she actually believed it. She stretched forward, slowly capturing his lips on his. They were soft as she gently kissed her back, pulling her closer to his chest. As they separated, she let her head rest back on his shoulder. “I love you and I like you.”

Steve smiled, leaning into her. “I love you and I like you.”

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