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you and steve catch a summer sunrise | 1.6k, fluff, fem!reader (this is a repost!)

“Aw, shit,” Steve mutters as he throws your jackets in the back seat of the car. “Gotta get the blankets.”

It’s still dark and the street is a little too eerie for his liking, the chill of the summer night lingering in the air, dew on the grass wetting his sneakers as he heads to the house. Before he can get there, you pop out onto the stoop, arms piled with the patterned fabric he was going back for, your thermos, and two mugs. You’re a little unsteady as you try to shut the door behind you, and he rushes to help.

“Woah there,” he says. You grin at him over the pile as he reaches for the mugs and tucks the thermos under his arm. “Gonna derail the operation before it even starts.”

“Says the one who I had to drag out of bed ten minutes ago,” you chirp, entirely too awake for what time it is.

“I didn’t think 4am meant…4am, babe,” Steve replies, punctuating the sentence with a yawn as he checks his watch and pulls the front door closed. “Go on, then.” He nudges you towards his car, already on and warming up a little.

“If we got there any later than 4:30 we’d miss the start!” You clamber into the passenger seat and he gently shuts the door behind you, shaking his head but smiling.

“We don’t have to go,” you say quietly, once he’s in the car with you, coffee and mugs placed gingerly in the back seat. He looks at you, startled at your sudden insecurity.

“What?” he says, confused. “You ok?” He reaches over to cup your cheek gently, squinting to see your face in the darkness.

“I know it was my idea to see the sunrise, but don’t feel like we have to, Steve.” You watch him furrow his brows, lips parted like he wants to argue with you. Instead, he leans in to give you a quick kiss and pulls away from the house, heading towards the hill Steve suggested.

“I said I wanted to, didn’t I?” he tells you. His hand makes its way to your knee. “It’ll be fun. I’ve never done it. And we’re both off today, so we can spend the rest of the day in bed.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you laugh, the moment of doubt gone. Steve would do anything for you, and a sunrise is certainly not a hardship.

You had the idea to do this only last night, proposing it to Steve as you brushed your teeth. Just a fun thing to do, something that felt like summer. He’d agreed with only a little bit of whining, glad to spend any sort of time with you.

The drive to the hill is quick, the roads deserted. Steve stops at the edge of the rudimentary parking lot, the road more dirt than anything, before hopping out of the car and coming around to get your door and pull you out.

For a second you just look at each other. His hair sticks up in all directions and you reach out to smooth it down. He looks as relaxed as you’ve ever seen him, for all his ribbing about it being early, in the yellow sweater you adore and some sweatpants. Soft, you think. My soft boy. How I love him.

Steve, for his part, hadn’t really looked at you as you got dressed in the dark of his bedroom, or when you got into the car. But now he takes a moment to let his eyes travel over your frame and he realizes you’re wearing his old swim team sweatshirt and matching sweatpants. He flushes all over at the sight of you in his clothes, his heart fit to burst.

“How are you so pretty this early?” He breath sounds punched out, almost like he’s drunk. Like the morning has ripped away all ability to be anything other than honest.

“Oh, hush,” you swat at him. “I look like I just rolled out of bed.”

“Well, hate to break it to you, but you did,” he laughs, leaning down to kiss your forehead, the blankets in your arms pushing against his chest. “Still pretty.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling as you pull away from him to start up the hill. “C'mon! Race you!” you yell behind you, launching into a jog.

“Wait, your jacket!” Steve calls. You ignore him and he huffs in exasperation before setting off after you. It’s not in his nature to hold back, so he kicks it into gear and races up the hill, passing you and laughing at the look of betrayal you send him.

Panting, you reach the top a little after him. He looks smug, but tenderly tucks your messy hair behind your ears and takes one blanket from you to spread on the dewy grass. He plops down and pats the spot next to him, still breathing a little heavily.

“You almost had me, I swear,” he says. You roll your eyes and toe off your shoes before settling next to him. He draws the second blanket around you both before looking at the sky, already starting to turn purple.

“Made it right on time.” You can’t help but lean over to give him a kiss. He smiles into it, pulling you in for one, two, three quick ones.

You meander into conversation about life as you wait, Steve telling you stories from Family Video this week, you reminding him about Eddie’s upcoming movie night. You swap grocery ideas, and brainstorm what to get Max for her birthday. Life with Steve is easy, you think. It’s warm and tender and lovely. He is easy to love, and you get to love him for the rest of your life. The thought makes you shiver with happiness.

“You cold?” Steve asks, breaking off from whatever he was saying. “Should’ve put on your jacket, baby. If only someone had told you to.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you grumble, cheeks pink from the endearment and maybe a little from the chilly air, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulder.

“Alright, c'mere.” Steve shifts and pulls you to sit in between his legs, thighs bracketing yours, and wraps his arms around you, sliding them through the pocket of the sweatshirt you’re wearing. You take hold of the blanket and draw it around both of you. You feel his jaw move against your temple as he asks, “Better?”

“Don’t need a jacket when I’ve got a furnace for a boyfriend,” you say.

“Oh, I get it,” he jokes, “This was your plan all along. Using me for my body, real nice.”

“You bet,” you reply, keeping your tone even. “You’re hot, Steve. Literally.”

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound brighter than the sun rising in front of you. Pressed up against him like this, you can feel his laughter in your bones. Being this close to him still makes you feel a little dizzy – Steve is a tactile guy, and every time he touches you, you know he’s telling you how much he loves you. You lapse into comfortable silence, your hands pressed against his under the blanket. The sky has started to turn, tendrils of pink and orange weaving into the fading darkness. The clouds seem so big above you as they change colors.

“It’s so beautiful,” you say, quietly, so not to break the spell that seems to have fallen over the morning.

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Beautiful.”

“Are you doing that think where you’re looking at me as you say that, like in the movies?” you tease him, eyes fixed on the sky.

“So what if I am?” Steve whispers into your ear, his breath warm on your skin. You turn a little to look back at him, grinning. He’s beautiful in the dawn, dark eyes tired but warm, face flushed from your closeness.

“Now who’s missing the show?” he mumbles. You wink at him and turn back to the sky just as the sun crests over the treeline and the hillside floods with orange light. Both you and Steve exhale in wonder at the sight.

“We should bring the kids next time,” you say while yawning, turning to bury it in his arm.

“Say that again, sleeping beauty.” You repeat yourself.

“Babysitting at 4am? You kidding me?” he groans. “Good luck with that.”

“I’ll do all the work,” you reply. “Promise.” He laughs, and you think you could listen to that sound every day forever. “I’ll promise them pancakes and hot chocolate after –”

“Shit!” Steve says suddenly, thunking his forehead gently against your shoulder. “Forgot the coffee in the car.”

“S'okay. Now we can go somewhere for breakfast. We’ll bring in our own mugs and coffee, it’ll be funny.”

“Where are we gonna find a place open at –” he wiggles his arm out of your cocoon to check his watch – “5:30, huh?” Steve asks, giving you a squeeze in apology for his forgetfulness.

“Steve, it’s Indiana. We’ll find something.” You yawn again, eyes watering, and Steve does the same. He brings his fingertips to the corners of your lashes to brush away the moisture.

“So, was it worth it?” you ask him, both of you now bathed in sunlight.

“You bet,” he says. “Now, what’s a guy gotta to do get a good morning kiss, now that the sun’s out?”

“Greedy,” you say, “you’ve had more than a few already!” He leans in anyway, smiling lazily.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he breathes out. “Gonna want you for the rest of my life.”

“Sounds perfect,” you say against his lips.

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