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Halloween Party | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader | 18+
Blurb from my long form Eddie x Fem!Reader story Trapped (go check it out if you're in the mood for a long read)
I am really proud of this part of the story so I thought it might deserve to stand by itself.
Word Count: 7k
Warnings: It's a threesome with less experienced Eddie. No aftercare, daddy kink, faceriding, praise kink, double penetration, and hooking up under the influence. Eddie and Reader are in an established relationship for about a month at this point.
Halloween in 1985 is on a Friday, lucky fucking seniors. Steve Harrington has some words about this, seeing as his senior year’s Halloween was on a Thursday.
You, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, and the rest of the seniors at Hawkins High spent all week buzzing about the upcoming holiday. Sure, some think Halloween is invented by the candy companies to make more money, but no senior can deny the value of getting absolutely wasted at Steve Harrington’s house. When you’re a young child the very appeal of Halloween comes from the free candy and running amok the neighbourhoods, but to a horny teen in rural Hawkins, Indiana in 1985 the appeal is free alcohol and many rooms to hook up at the Harrington’s. The incentive to have a sickening costume and have genuine excitement for the holiday.
On Monday you and Eddie drive over to the local costume shop to grab your costumes, giggling as Eddie suggests you be a sexy witch, or even worse, a sexy pig. How the hell is that even sexy anyway?
When the two of you go to the front desk with the costumes landing with a soft plop, the front counter girl giving you two a one up as she witnesses the downright irony of the freak of Hawkins High being an angel for Halloween. “Please tell me you are going to Harrington’s party.” She says, entering the prices into her computer.
“Yep.” Eddie says, giving you a look.
“Thank God. I cannot wait to see the Freak dressed in all white as a fucking angel.” She giggles, excitedly placing your costumes in a plastic bag.
Eddie grabs your hand, holding you back from swinging at her for outright insulting your boyfriend. “Not worth it. She means well.” He whispers, then giving her a fake smile and tugging you toward the door.
On Friday during lunch Eddie announces that for one time and one time only he is cancelling Hellfire for Halloween, claiming he doesn’t have any time to go to the party and lead Hellfire.
Of course, he was met with groans of how hypocritical he was and how lame it was to cancel Hellfire when Halloween fell perfectly on a Friday. He didn’t care, smirking at you across the cafeteria as he places his two pointer fingers on his head to mimic a devil. You place your hands together as if you were an angel in response, igniting laughter out of him.
This leads to you standing in front of your mirror tugging on the short yet leathery red dress you were wearing, your fingers rubbing against the bright red nail polish you wore. You self consciously rub your tummy, the dress much lower cut than you had expected. Your hair was teased and curled, sprayed into oblivion as you knew the devil horns was going to get all tangled up in your hair.
The plastic tail that came with the horns occasionally brushed up against your legs, something you weren’t used to. You wore red flats as to not hurt your feet through the night, your eyeshadow a bright red blended out to your brows to high heavens and your lipstick glossy and ruby red. This was as good as it was gonna get.
You went downstairs, your mom offering you a ride, so you didn’t drive, Eddie getting a ride from Wayne for the same reasons. “You look amazing!” Your mom shouts, causing you to shy look at your feet as she looks at you in a new way.
“Is Eddie going as a devil, too?” She asks as she grabs the keys. The two of you walk to her small car, a car she bought for herself when she was no longer driving you around anymore in a big van.
“No,” you say, keeping your knees awkwardly together as you get into the car. “He’s an angel.”
“Funny.” Your mom deadpans, rolling her eyes as she rolls out of the driveway.
You pull up to the party a half hour late, basically on time for Steve’s parties. You saw a few groups of people making their way up the driveway of Steve’s massive house, the sight of it feeling almost alien as you’re now used to the quiet of his parents out of town and you, Robin and Steve hanging out in his living room.
She drops you off, making a half a joke about staying safe, but you heard the truth behind it. “Love you!” you call, waddling over to the front door.
You hear the music as soon as you get out of your mom’s car, hearing the loud voice of Whitney Houston asking to dance with somebody. Reaching the wide-open front door, the heat of the house already radiating from the dancing teens hitting you as you walk in. You almost regretted wearing faux leather now. You scanned the room, seeing Steve and Robin in the corner. Steve was dressed as Peter Pan and Robin as Tinkerbelle. Her outfit wasn’t nearly as revealing as the blonde cartoon character, but it was clear from the green shirt and cargo pants with the fairy wings on her back and glitter on her face she was Tinkerbelle. “Hi Peter!” you say, shouting over the music.
“Oh, shit!” Steve says as he gives you a one-up at your red and daring get up. “You look.” He gives a look to Robin and manages to gain the breath you took away from him. “I think Eddie will cream his pants on the spot let’s just say that.”
“I hope not I want to wait until we get to one of the rooms.” You joke and turn towards the counter where red solo cups are sitting pretty waiting for new consumers.
Steve leans back in exasperation, mad at his dick for betraying him. “Okay, well I’m gonna have a drink, did you want something?”
“Hell no,” you mutter, grabbing your own. “Last time you mixed me a vodka soda you nearly made me tipsy one drink in.”
“That was the goal!” He yells, laughing as the vodka glugs into his cup.
“So, where’s Wendy?” you ask, yet understanding the irony of their costumes and why Robin isn’t dressed as Wendy for the night.
“Oh, she’s my date!” Steve says, nodding his chin over towards a girl in brown hair dressed in a blue pajama dress that was only down to her thighs. “Brittany, you’ll meet her later! You’re gonna love her, I promise!”
“Can’t wait!” you say unenthusiastically, already having met many of Steve’s latest dates. You mix your own drink, knowing Steve will let you drink any of his alcohol.
You dance absentmindedly to Thriller, your eyes rolling as it plays at a Halloween party. By the time song #6 plays and your inhibitions are somewhat already gone, you’ve gone through two drinks and can feel some the affects of alcohol affecting your system.
You have your hand with the drink up in the air, side stepping to the beat now in a circle with Steve, Robin, and Brittany, and suddenly you feel an arm snake around your midriff. “Hi, my sexy little devil,” you hear low in your left ear.
You have half a mind to tell the mysterious man to back off because you had an awesome boyfriend who would kick his ass, but your train of thought was stopped in its tracks when it was him. Eddie was there, two arms laid on your shoulders, and you take in Eddie dressed in all his angelic glory. He had his hair slicked back into a ponytail, a white button-down shirt and a white pair of paints with a halo head band resting on his gelled up hair and a small pair of angel wings on his back. To top it off, he had some glitter on his cheek bones, and the only thing you see that’s normal about your boyfriend is his rings. Thank God he’s still wearing the rings.
“Jesus, who are you and where is Eddie Munson?” you ask, your words partially slurred. “Is that glitter on your cheeks?”
Eddie laughs at your slurred speech, astounded you were already so intoxicated. “One of my bandmembers LARPS in his free time, he has way more glitter than you could imagine.”
Your face is awestruck to this information. “That’s very resourceful of you.”
Eddie laughs, walking over to the table to pour himself a drink. He looks up anxiously, wondering if any of his classmates were giving him dirty looks. So far, so good. He pours too much baileys into a coke, wanting to get on your level, so to speak. “Well, give me ten minutes, ok? I need to catch up.”
“Ten minutes? Good luck with that.”
Ten minutes later, the two of you are dancing in the living room, both of your cares gone. He was right. It only took ten minutes for him to get as drunk as you were, but by the time he got there, you were another drink and a half in, your drunk competitiveness shining through. He has his arm wrapped around you and if he was sober enough to care he would blanch at the pop songs that seem to be exclusively playing through the speakers, but he only knew the beat and his thigh placed between your legs as you two grinded.
You can’t tell how much time goes by as you’re lost in the beat with him, noting the sweat gathering on his forehead and the light pain burning into your thighs as you stay half bent for a good while. You were lost with his hands placed on your ass when you hear from someone, loud and clear. “Why is the freak here? When Harrington said the rules, I didn’t think he was being serious! God, I don’t want to see that shit!”
Eddie, in his drunken haze is pulled out of the intoxication that was your body against his and scans the room quickly to find Steve going through his tapes. “Harrington!” He calls, his arm leaving your waist as he stumbles across. “Harrington!”
By this time, Steve Harrington is also drunk and, in his haze, had to keep his eyes from roaming to you across the room desperately grinding on what he wished was thigh, but was Eddie’s. Shit was getting complicated, and he was not a big fan. “Uh yeah?”
“You said point, ya? Point and they’re gone?” Eddie clarifies before making a fool out of himself.
It takes a moment for Steve to comprehend what Eddie was going on about. “Uh, yeah. Point, and they’re banned.”
Eddie points dramatically across the room to where one of the jocks was chatting up a girl dressed as a bunny (predictable) and raises is eyebrows at Steve.
“Oh! Shit, Okay gotchya.” Steve walks as confidently as he can over to the jock, even in his own drunken and confused haze, and grabs the over towering jock by the shoulder. “Get out.”
“Wait, what?” He asks, turning to face Steve.
“Get. Out.” Steve says, pointing to the door. “You knew the rules. You even so much as look at Munson wrong, you’re out. Out!”
“You were serious about that shit? He and his little slut girlfriend were grinding all over the room, you expect me to not say anything about that? Bullshit!” He yells, making a big scene.
Eddie saw red as soon as he heard him call you a slut. Yeah, he calls you a slut all the time, but that was for his enjoyment alone. He runs across the room to him, and his hands are in fists ready to throw punches.
“Hey!” Steve yells, pushing him lightly off the bewildered jock. “Let me handle this.” He looks back to the jock and holds back his own want to pummel him into the dirt. Steve doesn’t have good track record with picking fights, but each time it was for a noble cause, and this sounds noble enough. “Get the fuck out of my house. No more hook up parties for Bongo.”
Steve has a few other friends of his that were his age help him yank the asshole outside, now much easier with the help.
“This is almost too much power.” Eddie mumbles as people are no longer shooting him anything remotely close to a dirty look. He glances to you, and your arms are now across your stomach, and you’re hunched over. “Hey.” He mutters, too drunk for this he decides as he tries to calm you down.
“Hi.” You whisper, the gloss of a tear forming in your eye. “Does everyone think I’m a slut? Is that why you call me one?”
Fuck. Eddie shushes you, pulling you into his arms. “No, no. He’s an asshole with asshole opinions. I call you one because I thought it would be sexy and fun. I only call you one when we’re both enjoying each other, yeah?”
“Oh. Okay. Can we get more drinks?” You ask, missing the buzz you lost from the adrenaline of watching your boyfriend defend your honour.
“Sure, baby.”
The two of you down two more drinks each, ending up on Steve’s couch as Steve is telling a story about something that happened in the pool, he worked at with a shithead kid. “I’m telling you! This kid lived to make trouble. I had to beg our manager to let me ban him, but every time Don would come for evidence the kid was a fucking, well Eddie I guess.”
You and Eddie giggle as well as the ones who were listening to him. Logically, there’s no possibility you should be able to hear him with the music still bursting through the speakers. Yet, there were about nine or ten of you gathered on the couch and you could hear every word. You were sat on Eddie’s lap, stroking his hair, however gelled and gross it may feel while you were sober. You didn’t care.
Steve wrapped up his story, talking quietly to Brittany and Robin. You barely had spoken to Brittany all night like Steve had promised, but from the “eeugh” looks he kept giving Robin about what she would say you guessed you wouldn’t be getting to know her anyways.
You looked at your boyfriend, and noticed his brown eyes were turned downward at your red (smeared) lips. “See something you like, handsome?” you ask, voice low and feeling his boner underneath your thighs.
“I see a lot of what I like.” He mutters, and you swear in your drunken haze he is slowly getting closer to you. You feel your eyes close, and Eddie’s lips are on yours, his tongue forcing it’s way into your mouth, feeling electric as you move to straddle him. He kisses you with fervour, his hands finding their way frantically into your wild and teased hair.
Your hips grinds itself to his, and you hear a wolf whistle coming from a couch cushion right next to you. You look over, your red lips even more smeared and Eddie has his own share of it on his.
“Get a room.” Robin states, still only lightly buzzed and sipping out of her red solo cup. “Seriously I don’t wanna see this. Go.”
You look at Eddie, his lipstick-covered lips barely even registering to you, you’re too fucking horny and drunk for that to even register. You grab his hand and tug him up the stairs. You knock on three doors, each one of them someone yells out it’s occupied. Finally, you get to the one at the end of the hall, and no one answers when you knock.
You hesitate to open, scared to see some live action porn but Eddie opens it for you, impatient, and wanting your devil costume on the floor. He shuts it behind you and thank God there’s a fucking bed in here. The lack of light is providing a vision impairment, but you didn’t really care, your lips latched onto his like the answer to world peace is in the back of his throat. You frantically start unbuttoning his shirt, your intoxicated body stumbling through each one. You’re on the last button when Eddie rips off his shirt, the button rolling across the hardwood floor. He reaches behind you, unzipping your dress and letting it slide down your waist.
You step out of your costume, the tail going with it. You reach up to take out your horns but Eddie places his hand on your wrist, stopping you. “Wear them. They’re hot.” Eddie mumbles, leaning in to kiss down your neck.
“Does that mean you wear your halo?” You ask, giggling as you look at the sparkly overpriced pipe cleaner.
“How am I supposed to eat you out with this on?” He asks, pushing you to guide you towards the four postered bed. He hanks the halo off, tossing it with the busted button.
You lie down on the bed, your legs spread showing the lacy black panties you wore and the strapless bra for the strappy dress. You shivered in anticipation to what he was going to do to you, your chest heaving.
“Roll onto your stomach, baby.” He mutters. When you silently listen to his command, he slaps your ass lightly, causing a moan to escape your mouth. “That’s my good girl.” He slips your panties down your ass, and you hear his belt buckle and fly being zipped down. “Daddy is gonna fuck you for a little bit then I will make you cum, okay baby?”
Eddie slips into you, bottoming out with no time to let you adjust. “Holy shit, baby, you are so wet.” He mutters, already starting to thrust into you slowly. “Are you all revved up, my little devil?”
You nod, but Eddie barely sees as your face is pushed into the pillow, headbanded devil horns slightly too rough against your scalp. “C’mon tell me with your words.”
You lift your head, forced to use your hand as support. “Was so horny. You look so fucking hot. I love your cock, daddy, feels so good.”
“Love your fucking pussy, baby. So pretty, so tight, so wet, just for daddy. Fucking love my little slut’s pussy.” In Eddie’s mind he cannot stop thinking how much your wet heat just feels so good around him. He needs a taste, wanted to be drunk on your greedy little cunt. Without warning you his cock leaves your pussy, and he gives you a big lap down your pussy lips. “Holy shit, baby. Your pussy tastes,” he pauses, giving another lick to your wet slick. “Fucking good. Oh my god.”
Eddie’s tongue contacting your pussy sends pleasure waves down your body, despite your intoxication. You lean back into the pillow, moaning loudly so no one in the next rooms can hear you. Even with the pillow muffling you, he can hear you loud and clear, digging into it like a man starved. He wraps his ring-clad fingers around your thighs, grabbing onto them harshly.
As Eddie gets into your pussy and takes in every drop he can possibly swallow and you hike your ass up more and moan louder into the pillow, either of you hear a heavy set of footsteps walking down the hall and closer and closer to the unlocked door.
If you did hear what was transpiring, you would hear Steve Harrington knocking on his bedroom door, wondering if any of the couples had made his way into the room. He heard faint moaning, but he was too drunk to understand it had come from the other side of his door. He opened the door, seeing no light on and no other reason to think anyone was in there and walked on in, only to stop dead in his tracks. The sight of you bent over the very pillows his head was leant on thinking about you with his cock in his hand last week caused his already slight hard on to get harder, the sight of Eddie eating you out doing nothing to help his situation. He knew he had a light attraction to Eddie, something he had put off for years, but the sight of the two of you so emersed in it not to even notice him had him gawking in his doorway.
Eddie places his thumb on your clit, slowly rotating it on your swollen bud and Steve sees as your thighs tense up immensely and you can barely support yourself on your knees. Eddie moves his head back to rub his two fingers on your folds, watching as they caused more slick to gush out of your folds. Eddie is so entranced by his fingers against your pussy, he suddenly notices the light from the hallway and a very specific shadow in the doorway.
He looks back over his shoulder to see Steve Harrington, slips his two fingers into you, your ass hiking up in response. “Oh shit!” You yell into the pillow are oblivious to any light cascaded onto the bed.
“Hi.” Eddie mutters, fucking his fingers into you and shooting a darkened glance to Steve, who was unashamedly watching his limber fingers moving. He looks down to where Steve is watching and smirks. “She’s pretty, ain’t she?” he asks, licking his lips as he switches his glance between the two of you.
“Y-yeah.” Steve mutters, his hand moving to palm himself in his green Peter Pan costume. “Very pretty.”
“You wanna taste?” Eddie asks, somewhere a sober version of him asking what the fuck he was doing, but his inhibitions already flown away and not coming back until tomorrow.
“U-uh, what?” He asks, making sure he heard Eddie right.
“Her pretty little pussy. You wanna taste?” Eddie says and leans in to give a long stripe of wet up your folds.
“D-daddy feels so good.” You should in the pillow still unaware your pussy was on full display for the man who you’ve been accidentally dreaming about for a week.
“Holy shit.” Steve mumbles. He looks at Eddie and nods his head, and Eddie is suddenly put into action. He moves you easily so you’re on your back, and when you face the light and the man silhouette in front of you, your eyes take a moment to adjust to him.
Suddenly Steve’s presence is known by you, and you want to close your legs in embarrassment despite Eddie still having two of his fingers fucking into you. “Baby.” He says, crawling up your body. “Can Steve have a taste?”
“Wh-what?” you stutter, starting at Steve who was palming himself and staring openly at between your legs. Despite your protests, Eddie feels your pussy gush and become wetter at the sight of Steve, and he understands your body wants what is immoral to have while you are dating him.
“Can Steve taste this nice wet little pussy of yours?” He asks kissing your neck to butter you up. “I felt you get wetter at seeing him look at you. It’s okay if you want it.”
“Yes.” You whisper, afraid he would get mad at you and claim to set you up as a test.
“C’mon, Stevie.” Eddie grabs him and reaches in to kiss Steve harshly on the lips, his tongue colliding with Steve’s as soon as they start kissing, Steve starting to lead him, noting the lack of experience and confidence in kissing someone besides you for the first time. You watch them make out, your fingers latching onto your clit and rubbing it as you Steve and Eddie get lost in each other, Eddie palming Steve as Steve moans loudly.
“C’mon, have a taste.” Eddie mutters, grabbing Steve’s hand and escorting him to sit in-between your legs.
Steve needs no more encouragement. You shiver in anticipation as you had heard the stories of Steve’s expert tongue for the last two years, both from Nancy and the girls he had slept with when he realized nothing else was there for him.
He leans in with more confidence than Eddie, his tongue longer and wider in size. He licks a long stripe up your pussy, licking onto your clit hard, causing a red heat to burst from it and down your thighs. You hike your legs up and around his head, the shaking of your thighs uncontrollable and the moans from your mouth loud and sinful.
Steve’s hand makes it way up your body, latching underneath your bra and grabbing your nipple. “You taste so goddamn good.” He sighs, his hot breath erotic on your puffy pussy lips. “Way better than I even imagined.”
You open your eyes to see Steve’s eyelashes fanned across his cheeks, fully immersed in the taste and feeling of you. You look up to face your boyfriend who was jerking himself off at the sight of you and Steve together. “You have no idea, Stevie. Wait until she squirts all over your fucking face. There’s nothing like it.”
“Can’t fucking wait.” Steve’s other thumb makes its way into your asshole, something Eddie has never even thought to do.
“Oh my god” you squeal, your eyes opening wide in response. “Stevie feels so fucking good.”
Eddie makes his way to one side of the bed, his cock right by your face. “Suck on my cock, princess.”
You reach out, jerking him off and tugging him towards your mouth. Eddie pushes his cock into your mouth, fucking your throat slowly as you can feel a slow heat start to creep from your stomach and through your legs. “Holy shit, that mouth of yours you suck so well.” Eddie mutters, keeping eye contact with Steve lapping up the juices coming out of you faster.
Your hole puckers around Steve’s thumb, it takes time to adjust. He feels your hole start to cling onto it, as if begging Steve’s thumb to creep further in. “Little cunt is very greedy.” Steve comments as he starts to fuck his tongue into your pussy hole.
The raw feeling of Eddie’s cock fucking now relentlessly into your mouth, Steve’s thumb in your ass and his tongue fucking into you became too much to bear. “Oh shit.” You whimper around Eddie’s cock. “I’m close”
“Is she allowed to cum, yet Stevie?” Eddie asks, placing his ring-clad fingers in your hair harshly against your scalp.
“Has she been good?” Steve asks, huffing as he can feel your stomach tighten up and your legs tense.
“Such a good fucking girl.” Eddie mutters, still fucking your throat. You can start to feel tears threaten to fall down your face from the feeling of his cock becoming too much in your mouth and your jaw start to hurt.
“Okay.” Steve mutters, sounding almost bored, the very tone almost hurting your feelings as you’re so fucking overwhelmed by everything they’re giving you. Steve sucks on your clit harshly, the familiar feeling of a heat spreading from your clit, through your stomach and floating into your head and the same little voice tells you to let go. You gush all over Steve’s face, moaning around Eddie’s cock and careful not to bite down on how good it feels.
Steve licks his mouth, not expecting you to squirt on him right from the get-go, but loving the feeling nonetheless. “Holy shit. Ed, you were right. Nothing like it. I’m gonna fuck her now.”
“Tell me how the slut’s pussy feels, Stevie.”
Steve asks Eddie to bring his cock out of your mouth and yanks your ass, so your back is now right on top of your stain you made on Steve’s bed. “Oh, I will.” Steve brings his pants down to his ankles, and you drool at the sight of his cock. It’s bigger than what you were accustomed to with Eddie, but the very image of it made you pray he would put it into your mouth.
Steve lines himself up to your pussy, the slick from your squirting making you wet enough for him to slide right in. Your jaw drops as he enters, Eddie jerking himself off from the sight of it. Steve leans down to finally kiss you, and you attempt to lead him like you’re used to but quickly get scolded into Steve leading you. He expertly uses his tongue on yours, bucking his hips harshly against yours all the while, not stopping to do either one like Eddie might do sometimes.
“Jesus,” you mutter, your mouth hanging open as you can’t concentrate on kissing him.
Steve stops his movements. “Kiss me. You can do it, baby. Keep kissing me.” You do what he says, moans coming from a guttural place in the back of this throat as his holds his hand around your neck.
Eddie comes up beside you after watching this, almost perfectly content in this threesome becoming a twosome with him watching from the corner. “Baby I’m gonna fuck your ass.” You nod at him, letting go of Steve’s kiss and reaching for the familiarity of Eddie’s. “Gonna fuck you so good.”
Steve gets up, knowing Eddie won’t be able to properly fuck you if he’s lying on top of you. You whine at the loss of Steve’s cock, but he barely gives you a chance to even revel in the feeling of it. He grabs you by the hand, yanks you off his bed without any effort. The blanket is torn off as well, now covered in your slick, but he just wanted the light sheets instead of his heavy comforter.
Steve lies down, getting you to crawl on top of him. “Put my cock in your pussy so Eddie can fuck that tight little asshole of yours, baby.” Steve commands, soft and barely showing that any of this is affecting him like you and Eddie both desperately are. You do as he asks, lying so your ass is perfectly in perfect aim for Eddie to slide into and sinking down onto his cock. “That’s a good girl. Now Ed slide into that little asshole of hers.”
“Does she need lube or anything?” Eddie asks, watching and jerking himself absentmindedly as he watches you get fucked from below. He gets to fuck you every day if he wants to, but he never gets to see you get fucked quite like this.
“Oh my god you really were a virgin.” Steve says, hearing your moans loud in his ear as he continues to fuck you. “No just spit on that little hole and ram into her, she’ll adjust fine.”
Eddie listens, licking your asshole for a few moments, spitting generously onto it. You can feel him lining his nice cock to your second hole, and you close your eyes, excited to be filled by both men who have been in your fantasies in recent years. Eddie barely gives you time to register the head of his cock in your hole when he continues in, and you feel so full.
Full is a word, but it barely describes it. You are so filled to the brim that your body shakes and convulses, Steve stopping his movements to let you adjust to the feeling. “How’s that feel, baby?” Steve asks, looking in awe at your pleasure-stricken face. You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. You lean onto Steve’s body, his nipples peaked as one of your pinkies tugs onto it with out realizing. “Baby is so cock drunk she can’t even speak.” Steve comments, looking over your shoulder to see Eddie.
“Oh, she’s not that dumbed out on cock is she, Stevie?” Eddie asks, waiting until Steve tells him to start fucking you.
Steve chuckles, leaning in to kiss your neck with little kitten licks in between each bite. “Let’s find out.”
Steve’s hips start moving and Eddie takes it as the go ahead. If you thought you felt full before, it was nothing compared to the two men’s cock moving in sync, your mouth opening involuntarily at the overwhelming, all intoxicating pleasure they were thrusting into you. Every part of your body, every inch of your skin was covered in fire. You couldn’t even tell if you were close again or not because your body has never felt this good. Steve notices the slack jaw of yours, and places who of his fingers inside your mouth. “Aw, poor baby.”
“How’s her pussy, Stevie?” Eddie’s gruff voice asks, and by the look of his mixed-up face and stuttering thrusts Steve can tell he’s already close.
“Fucking fantastic. You should see her face. All fucked out. Never seen such a pretty little face.” He compliments you, bringing his spare hand to frame your face, tangling his hands in your teased hair. “Fuck you looked so fucking hot tonight. Whoever told you to dress like a devil I wanna fucking kiss them”
“Already did, Stevie.” Eddie chuckles, doing his best to hold back from cumming but doing a terrible job on his face.
“Eddie, you need to cum, baby?” Steve asks, absentmindedly continuing to fuck you.
“Mmhm.” He mutters, his hands fierce on your hips and even you can tell he’s really holding back in your dazed out brain.
“Then cum.” Eddie stops resisting, and shoots his cum right into your ass, a heavier load than you have ever received from him. Steve stops thrusting too, kissing you as Eddie finishes shooting his gooey white substance into you. “How is our fucked out little baby?” Steve asks, looking at you with half lidded eyes.
“Mm. Good.” You mumble kissing Steve back with more energy and enthusiasm than you knew you had in you still.
Steve sits up, silently commanding Eddie to leave your ass as he takes his own cock out of your pussy. “I’m going to eat you out and Eddie is going to suck on my cock,” he looks at Eddie, “and swallow every drop. Understood?”
“Yes.” Eddie says, already somewhat hard from being ordered like this.
“Good boy.” Steve moves the three of you effortlessly so he’s lying down on the bed, you’re sitting on his face, and Eddie is sucking his cock. You sit on Steve so you’re facing your boyfriend, watching as he’s jerking Steve off and about to suck a cock for the first time. “Has Eddie ever sucked cock before?” Steve asks, noting the hesitation.
“No.” You answer for him, watching as the same wonder you had staring at Eddie’s cock is on Eddie’s face.
“Baby, be a good girl and teach him, will ya?” Steve asks, latching his tongue onto your pussy lips without a second’s hesitation.
“O-okay,” you whimper, the feeling of Steve’s expert tongue already sending you fast over the edge. You take a moment to reel the heat spreading from your sensitive pussy, not sent over the edge from the double penetration but almost too fucked out to understand if you were.
“Teach him.” Steve barks out, running out of patience.
“Sorry.” You whimper. You look to your boyfriend, who looks up at you for all the answers. You sucked his cock well after all. “Okay. Take-ah” you take a moment to whimper as Steve rewards you by sucking onto your clit. “Take his cock into your mouth but be careful of your teeth. I don’t bite, but I do use my teeth to suck on your cock harder.” You whimper, Steve now building a slow rhythm as a reward. “Fuck, Steve,”
Eddie tentatively starts sucking on Steve’s cock, his cheeks hollowing out, copying something he saw from you, and understanding what you meant by not using your teeth to bite but to suck. As soon as he has the feeling of Steve’s big cock in his mouth, he looks to you for more help.
“Bob your head up and down but roll it almost for a really good rhythm.” You teach him more, as the coil starts to form in the pit of your stomach from both the feeling of Steve eating you out unapologetically and watching Eddie work hard on pleasing Steve. Teaching Eddie led to Steve moaning, which lead to a vibration being sent up your pussy. Steve’s hips start to move on their own accord, and you watch as Eddie struggles to regain his rhythm. “Eddie, let him fuck your throat. As soon as your hips start moving, I let you do all the work.”
You leant down to grab onto Eddie’s ponytail, holding on to it to help Steve fuck his throat better. You didn’t expect to be so turned on by it, but Steve could feel the juices leaking out of you, faster as you get closer.
“Fuck, Stevie, I’m close.” You say one hand still on Eddie but your nails clawing into Steve’s chest.
“Wait til I cum, baby. I’m close too.” Steve says, and for the first time since he walked in he sounded like he was enjoying himself.
It was just less than a minute of Steve thrusting into Eddie’s mouth when he finally finishes, giving no warning as his mouth was still on you. “Cum, baby.” He mutters, and the coil in your stomach finally snaps with what felt like an actual snap in your tummy. The orgasm is all consuming, and flutters all around your extended limbs and crosses your eyes. Eddie swallows around Steves cock, and you cum into Steve’s mouth as you watch him, Eddie leaning up and showing you all Steve’s cum in his mouth. You lean in to kiss Eddie, lapping some of Steve’s cum into your mouth, wanting to share the taste of him. Steve bites your thigh to get off his face and you and Eddie look up at him to show him what you’ve been doing.
Steve leans up onto his elbows, laughing in disbelief as he sees the two of your cocked out faces visibly and audibly swallow his cum. “Fuck. That went better than I could’ve expected.” Steve laughs, wiping some sweat off his forehead.
You climb off him, grabbing Eddie’s hand to do the same. “I mean, I pictured it, but never expected it to come true.” You admit, looking around in the dark for your costume.
“I knew you did.” Steve mutters, glad of the confirmation of the lingering touches that’s been occurring more often and more recently. “I fucking knew it.”
“What now?” Eddie asks, and you and Steve look at each other, a mutual agreement.
There was nothing past this. No lingering need for Steve to be your boyfriend and you, his girlfriend. The need and desire the both of you had was purely physical, and now you had it out of your systems. “Honestly, I think we both agree it’s physical.” You admit, hoping Eddie wasn’t ready for a full throuple.
“Okay good. I’m a bit relieved, then.” Eddie admits, also shallow enough to admit for him it was only physical to Steve. “Now I know you’re willing to bat for the other team though.” Eddie laughs.
“Ditto.” Steve retorts, stretching in his bed. “Alright. I’m going back downstairs. I’ll see you both later.” Steve gets back into his costume, fixes his hair and feathered hat in the mirror and gives you both a gentle forehead kiss to trot on downstairs.
“Fuck.” Eddie mutters, looking for the light switch by feeling up the wall in the dark. “That was..”
“Intense.” You mutter, waddling into his arms, still naked.
“Any regrets?” you ask, the memories of your double penetration sharp in your mind and all the over stimulation that came with it.
“God, no. That was sick. Plus, not everyone gets to say within the first dozen times they’ve had sex one of them was a threesome.” Eddie chuckles, now scanning the room so the two of you can get dressed.
“Hate to break it to you, baby, but your hair is so messy.” You tell him, his baby hairs flying away from the jail of the gel on his head.
“Eh. They didn’t think we went up for snacks.” Eddie shrugs, passing you your dress and panties.
You mutter a thanks and the two of you get dressed back into your couple’s costume, and you wonder what he will think of next year, too. Every Halloween, you couldn’t wait until the one where you had your first kid, when Eddie is a middle-aged long-haired metal head and you’re passing out candies with all your teenagers out doing whatever.
It was a scary thought considering how new your relationship was, but it was intense and something you’ve never felt. The longing to be with someone. Forever.
The two of you went downstairs, your red lipstick now entirely gone, some of it on Eddie’s mouth, some on his cock. Some of it was even on Steve’s mouth. As you reached the couch, sitting the same way you were before but without hormones kicking in.
Robin sits next to you two and makes an astute observation as she just left a conversation with Steve for him to let Brittany down gently. “Hey, Eddie. Your lips look just like Steve’s. He has the same red on his-” Robin’s eyes widen and her mouth slaps across her face in astonishment.
“You didn’t!” she says, leaning in not to grab attention. As if it were possible, the party still going strong and the music bumping.
“Sorry Robin,” Eddie shrugs the back of his hand slowly rubbing against your lower back. “I don’t suck dick and tell.”
Robin’s eyes go wide at this, and she runs to go ask Steve the same thing for confirmation. The two of you don’t pay attention to their conversation, too wrapped up in a bubble of falling but not quite in love. You two kiss, the tension of wanting to fuck no longer there. Just, absolute care and affection. You swear you could hear Nancy fake gag as she sits next to you on the couch, but Eddie responds how he usually would.
A white painted middle finger high, not care in the world.
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Just wanna suck on Steve’s neck and jerk his fat cock nice and slow, reducing him to a whimpering mess.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me, Steve?”
You can feel the vibrations of his jugular constricting, as he swallows himself into a head tilt, permitting you more access to the freckle splattered, sun kissed skin. Mhm. He’s forgotten to shave, leaving the faintest line of stubble around his neck, mouth, and jawline, and you’re bombarded with his apple and cedar-wood body wash, complete with matching cologne.
“Honey,” he begs, tugging on the fabric of your t-shirt, muscular arm thrown around your waist. “You know I need to. Gonna be so fucking good for you! I’ll — I will —“
He’s whimpering now, causing you to halt your motions, lips on his chin, hand squeezing his base, your knuckles tickled by wisps of the bush that surrounds him. You slide up a little, eyes on his blown pupils. “You will do what, Stevie?”
He doesn’t miss a beat, gone. Sanity obliterated to his outer limits lust. “I’ll eat your pussy until my jaw is sore, and I’ll fuck you until you can’t sit down, can’t walk without limping. Gonna give it to you so good for takin’ care of me. Shit, honey.”
It’s you who forgets to breathe, who finally manages (after seconds) to inhale sharply. His fingertips of the hand that’s resting at your side, they scratch below your breast, playing with the fabric of your cotton jersey. “M’ gonna cum so hard for you, then I’ll make you my good girl, okay?”
Who are you to argue??
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Hi! I’d love to see this prompt with Steve
36. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”
Maybe like a friend (people send nudes to their friends before they send it to a guy, right?) who’s name starts with S and reader accidentally send it to Steve instead. He’s always had a thing for her and after his reaction she forgets all about whatever douche canoe she was going to send it to before.
I wanted to write this as soon as I got in in my inbox! I need a little Steve in my life right now.
18 PLUS NO MINORS
Warnings: Modern!Steve, Thin rimmed glasses Steve 🫠, Sexting, Nudes, Dirty Talk, Masturbation.
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Word count: 2.6K
The vibration in Steve’s pocket was so loud in the quiet meeting room that his ringer could have been on. Stumbling over his words in front of the projector his fingers fumble to shut it off from the outside of his slacks. Succeeding he gives a quick apology before he continues going over the numbers from last quarter.
“S-so anyway as I was say-“ buzz-buzz-buzz
Cheeks turning crimson he holds a finger up before digging his phone out of his pocket, not expecting to see your name he opens the message quickly in case it was some kind of emergency. It wasn’t like you to reach out to him during the day, or really ever. No matter how much he wished that was different.
When he opens it a picture of your tits was the last thing he was expecting, let alone a second picture of your ass. Pants immediately starting to tighten his eyes widen behind his thin framed glasses before he fumbles his phone out of his hands, the small device hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Landing screen side up he scrambles to retrieve it before anybody else could see what he was looking at almost losing his glasses in the process. Hitting the power button he shuts it off before pocketing it again. Doing his best to think of anything to get his mind off of how much better you look then all of his fantasies combined.
“Everything okay Harrington?”
Clearing his throat he runs a shaky hand through his unruly hair before pulling at the collar of his shirt. The perfect temperature in the room suddenly becoming sweltering, he can feel the beads of sweat drip down his forehead.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m good.” Shaking his head he refocuses on the PowerPoint and not the zipper of his slacks pressing into the half chub he was now sporting.
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“I sent them to you like twenty minutes ago Stacy did you get them?” Looking at yourself in the full length mirror you try to decide if the dress you were wearing was too short for a first date.
“Well if you sent them, I never got them.” Your friend hummed on the other line, the sound of keyboard clicking in the background told you she wasn’t really paying attention.
Rolling your eyes you pull your phone from your ear to put her on speaker phone. Swiping up to your messages you read the name at the top of your screen five times before you really let the panic set in.
Steve.
Steve not Stacy.
“Oh my god, Jesus Christ.” Feeling like you might hyperventilate you drop your phone like it just seared off your skin.
“What? What’s going on? Did you hurt yourself again?” Stacy’s panicked voice breaks through the small speaker of your phone.
Ignoring her jab at your clumsiness you start to pace around your room. Hand on your hip and the other on your forehead you close your eyes trying to calm your breathing.
“No, much worse. I sent those pictures to STEVE Stacy, I sent them to fucking Harrington. A picture of my tits followed by a picture of my ass.” Stopping in the center of your room you let your hands drop to your sides staring up at the ceiling willing some way to either disappear or turn back time. You knew neither one would be possible.
Stacy is silent for a moment before her loud cackle echos through your room, speaker crackling, you huff loudly before dropping to the floor snatching your phone back.
“It’s not funny Stacy, Friday movie nights at Robin’s are going to be so awkward now.” Groaning loudly you flop yourself back on the soft carpet.
“Please, that boy’s been drooling over you for months. You probably just made his whole life.” Snickering you hear the sound of her door bell ring queuing her time to leave you wallowing in your embarrassment. “I gotta go, but it’s gonna be fine. I’m sure he’ll be too awkward to say anything anyway.”
Grumbling you pinch your eyes closed “I hope you’re right.”
Hanging up you let your phone drop to your chest thinking of all the different ways you could explain yourself to him. Part of your mortification was your own crush that had developed on him, not wanting to ruin the friend group you always just pushed it aside. The thought of going the honesty route crossed your mind, but the dinging notification on your phone brings all your anxiety roaring back to life.
Taking a deep breath you count to three before peaking at the screen. Steve’s name flashes and it makes your stomach drop, Stacy was clearly wrong.
Steve Harrington: Did you mean to send those to me?
Silently debating on whether you should expose yourself or not you decide to go the simpler route. Deny, deny, deny. Who cares if the pictures were sitting there in front of you clear as day. You make your own reality right?
You: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Pressing send more aggressively then you needed to, you place the screen face down on your chest. Eyes to the ceiling again you hope your denial is enough for him to drop it. Ding, ding, ding. Groaning loudly you lift your phone back up.
Steve Harrington: YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!
Yeah, he wasn’t going to drop it.
You: Look, it was an accident. Can we just forget it ever happened? I’m embarrassed enough as it is.
Sitting up you toss your phone on the bed before peeling off your dress throwing it to the already growing pile on the floor. Walking back over to the mirror you look at yourself, in nothing but your underwear as you try to see yourself through Steve’s eyes. Despite Stacy’s accusation of his crush, you always just assumed he was a natural flirt never thinking it was anything special with you.
The dinging of your phone brings you back to your bed Steve’s actual reaction waiting at your fingertips. Snatching it quickly you don’t bother to read the preview.
Steve Harrington: I kinda figured.
It was short with nothing to read behind it, maybe he wanted to just clear the air and you two could go back to normal. Phone vibrating in your hand there’s another message that changes everything.
Steve Harrington: That’s too bad.
Mind reeling at his response you throw your phone down like it’s on fire for the second time in five minutes.
“That’s too bad? That’s too bad?” Mumbling out loud you start pacing again, you weren’t prepared for this. Steve Harrington was actually shooting his shot.
He was probably sitting at that big desk he was so proud to get with one of those tight fitting button ups he always wore to work, thin rimmed glasses half way down his nose, his hair a hand tousled mess on top of his head. The image is enough to have your thighs press together. God Steve was pretty.
Biting your nails you stare at your phone from across the room. Did you really want to open Pandora’s box?
In just a few quick strides your phone is back in your hand, thumbs hovering over the keyboard you take a deep breath before finally replying.
You: What if I was lying? What if they were for you?
Nerves shoot through your body like electric currents while you wait for his response. Back to pacing in nothing but your lace underwear the ding of his reply is quicker then you anticipated.
Steve Harrington: Then I would tell you just how fucking mouth watering you are.
Slick building quickly at his words, there was something about him cussing that turned you on even more. Always being such a gentleman you never saw this side of Steve before. Grinning stupidly to yourself reading his text over and over you finally flop yourself back down on the bed.
You: You’re one to talk Harrington.
Hoping that the compliment is coy enough your thumb hesitates over the send button before you finally just hit it. When he takes longer the five seconds to respond your mind starts wandering to all the worse case scenarios but before you can go too far into your rabbit hole his name is flashing across your screen again.
Steve Harrington: You gave me a boner in front of all of my bosses. I hope you’re happy with yourself.
Snickering at the thought of Steve trying to conceal himself by shuffling around awkwardly, you decide that yeah, you are happy with yourself.
You: One of my proudest moments actually.
You try your best to imagine what Steve’s face must look like right now, is he biting his lip with flushed cheeks? Is he hard right now? How many times has he looked at your pictures? Lost in your daydreams it takes you a second to realize you weren’t getting a text you were getting a call.
Steve Harrington was calling you.
Staring at his name on your phone you chew the inside of your cheek, texting was one thing but talking about it? Out loud? That was a whole other thing. Despite not being sure if you were mentally ready for this your thumb slides across the answer button. Bringing it up to your ear you’re too nervous to talk first.
“H-hey.” He sounds just like how you feel.
“Hi Steve.” Your voice is sweeter then intended when it comes out but judging by the sharp intake of breath on the other side he liked it.
“I like how my name sounds coming out of your mouth.” Smooth like silk, the tone he uses only adds to your arousal, the wet patch on your underwear growing bigger.
“I say your name all the time.” Trying to hide how breathless you sound you start to trail your finger tips over the curves of your stomach.
“Not like that baby.” Its almost a whine when it leaves his mouth, and you can hear just how bad he wants you. “I wanna hear you say it again.”
“Yeah?” Laying it on thick, your voice picks up a few octaves.
“I want my name to be the only thing you remember how to say.”
His words have you rubbing your thighs together, your underwear sticking between your folds at the sound of his heavy breathing adding to your arousal. Cupping your breast with your free hand you tweak your nipple, the sensation making you arch your back.
“How are you gonna do that Steve?” drawing out his name you can hear the muttered ‘fuck’ fall from under his breath.
“First, I want to suck on those perfect nipples of yours. Twist them between my teeth.” Hearing him be so vulgar mixed with the work your own fingers were putting in on your sensitive nub had your eyes roll in the back of your head.
“A-and then what?” Voice cracking your hand starts making its way towards where you need it most.
“Shit- fuck. Are you- are you touching yourself right now?” Disbelief laced in his tone the groan he lets out when you give him a feeble ‘mmhmm’ goes straight to your core.
“Baby, tell me how wet you are.” He asks you the question right as your fingers meet your entrance, slick coating the tips of them instantly. Tracing along your slit with two fingers they settle on the small bundle of nerves nestled at the top, rubbing slow languid circles on your clit you suck your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from moaning too loud.
“I’m so wet for you Steve, I was soaked through my underwear before you even called.”
Exhaling loudly on the other end he lets out a breathy “Yeah?”
Moving your fingers from your sensitive bud you bring them down to your entrance dipping one in to stretch yourself out before working in the second one. The sudden fullness making you gasp.
“Tell me what else you want to do to me.” You moan “If you were here, what would you be doing to me.”
“Are you fucking yourself with your fingers pretty girl?” The new nicknames fall from his lips so easily like he’s called you them all his life.
“Mmhm, I’m imagining their yours.” There’s a pathetic sound thats bubbles from your throat when you curl them up hitting that spongy spot that makes your legs shake.
“Good girl.” He hums, closing your eyes you imagine him sitting in his big office palming himself through his dress slacks under his desk. The squelching sound coming from the way your fingers move in and out of you becoming so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it on the other line.
“I bet you taste so fucking good, you wanna know what I’d be doing if I was there baby?” The desperation in his voice is enough for you to add a third finger, back arching at the new stretch.
“Shit, Steve.” Thumb hitting your clit as you push further into yourself you can’t seem to form any coherent sentences anymore.
“I’d bury my face in that pretty little pussy like it was my last meal.” Talking through clenched teeth you wonder how hard Steve has to be, mouth watering at the thought you’d heard all the rumors of his size.
“Mmm fuck.” Your hips push off the bed to meet the movements of your fingers, your thumb adding more pressure to the bundle of nerves. “What else would you do to me. Please Steve I’m so close.”
It sounds like a growl that leaves his chest on the other side of the phone, his heavy breathing rattling in your ear.
“After I make you cum on my tongue, I’d make you cum on my dick. God, you got me so hard baby. I don’t know if that little cunt of yours would be able to handle all of this.” Hearing Steve Harrington say the word cunt was enough for you to start feeling the beginnings of your orgasm, feet hitting the very edge of the cliff preparing for free fall.
“I want it Steve, I want all of it. Stretch me out, make me fucking yours.” Cock drunk off a dick that wasn’t even there, he already had you down bad.
Curling your fingers with each thrust and your thumb rubbing rough circles over your bundle of nerves mixed Steve’s soft praises on the other line was enough for you to finally fall over the edge.
“Steve, Steve, Steve.” Chanting his name while you clench tightly around your fingers, you drop the phone from your ear the muscles in your body completely giving out as the after shocks finally start to give out.
Laying there you try to catch your breath before you remember Steve’s sitting on the other side of the phone that was thrown across your bed in a lust filled haze moments ago. Picking it up you stare at if for a second nerves kicking in again now that all the sexual tension had dissipated.
“H-hi.” Your voice comes out shy when you finally work yourself up to talk to him again.
Chuckling lightly on the other side the sound is enough to ease your anxiety.
“Hey gorgeous. Does this mean you’ll let me take you out to dinner tonight?” Cheeks warming at his question, the corners of your lips turn up.
The date you’d been stressing out about earlier completely forgotten, you were ready to clear your schedule for the boy who just made you see stars without even touching you.
“Pick me up at 8 Harrington.”
Part Two
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𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
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𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏
I - the vanishing of will byers
II - the search
III - the weirdo on maple street
IV - the house party
V - the body
VI - pictures
VII - the woods
VIII - don’t turn off the lights
IX - monster hunting
X - the kiddie pool
XI - let’s kill this son of a bitch
XII - happy holidays
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XIII - mad max
XIV - new kids on the block
XV - halloween night
XVI - tension
XVII - episodes
XVIII - the cellar
XIX - sexual electricity
XX - the junkyard
XXI - hawkins lab
XXII - the spy
XXIII - together again
XXIV - the fight
XXV - tunnels
XXVI - the snow ball
𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
XXVII - scoops ahoy
XXVIII - suzie, do you copy?
XXIX - the code
XXX - evil russians
XXXI - the air ducts
XXXII - child endangerment
XXXIII - booby traps
XXXV - caught
XXXVI - drugged
XXXVII - escaping evil russians 101
XXXVIII - interrogate me
XXXIX - the bite
XL - the mind flayer
XLI - scoops troop
XLII - the battle of starcourt
XLIII - new beginnings
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XLIV - the pep rally
XLV - the nightmares
XLVI - the game
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Hii,
If your up for it could u write a fruity four x reader imagine based off of the song tongues and teeth by the crane wives where reader runs into a ex that used to treat them horribly and made them believe that all they could do was hurt other people triggering those old feelings leading them to pull away from Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy
(Sorry for the long ask 🤍)
Poison (fruity four x g!n reader)
Or, You run into your ex and find yourself reflecting on your past self, do you deserve the love you find yourself surrounded with? (3.4k)
Anon, Sorry this took so long, I love the Crane Wives sm I was really excited by this request so I wanted to make it perfect and then it accidentally got really long and filled with irrelevant scenes that I had to scrap and will probably be posted at some point. I hope you like it lmk <3 Thank you so much for the request
Reader was in a toxic, abusive relationship (No scenes of this relationship and it is only briefly mentioned that it was abusive). Reader in this fic was mentioned to be an asshole in the past, but it's up to you whether she truly was or if she just thinks that bc of their ex.
Warnings: mentions of toxic, abusive relationships. Reader thinks she deserved to be hurt, the ex now has a baby. Ex threw things at the reader. Food, depictions of cooking and eating.
“You remember the voices Eddie taught you?”
Steve sighs into his bowl of lucky charms, stirring the spoon around restlessly. His cereal had gone soggy, something he hated, but he hadn’t had a single spoonful since he sat down.
“I remember,” He mumbled, looking at the milk in his bowl as if it would conjure up all the answers of the universe for him. You rub a warm hand up and down his back to try and soothe him, it works, a bit.
Then Eddie's head is poking over Steve’s shoulder, eyeing Steve’s bowl in a way that you know means trouble. Instead of the usual playful spat, that always ends with Steve reluctantly sharing his bowl of cereal, Steve passes Eddie the spoon without argument.
Eddie kisses his cheek sweetly, rubbing his nose into the chub of his cheek before digging in. “Wanna give us a taste?” Eddie questions, mouth full.
Steve’s cheeks are pink as he shakes his head, his perfectly styled hair not moving an inch. You can taste all the hairspray he’s used this morning. You keep your warm palm against his back, hoping some of it will seep into his bones and make him a little less tense.
He’s been like this all week and you know he won’t be able to relax until the day is over. Getting a placement at a kindergarten had been all Steve had talked about all year, all he had been looking forward to. Now it was happening, he was terrified.
Today was make or break, it was his first attempt at a storytime.
He had spent a long time researching books with Nancy and had rehearsed reading the book to you and Robin and had practised his voices with Eddie. You thought all this made him overqualified for the position.
There couldn’t be a person out there who cared so much about this. It was just Steve all over, he cared so much. He loved so much. It made you want to swaddle him in your arms and keep him safe forever.
“If any of those punks make fun of you let me know and I’ll kick their ass,” Eddie garbled around another mouthful of lucky charms.
“You think they’ll make fun of me,” Steve worried, his first clenching around the countertop.
“Eddie!” Nancy chided. Eddie almost lept from his seat at Nancy’s sudden appearance. She stood in the doorway, as perfect as ever. Brown briefcase held tightly in her hand, her blazer hanging perfectly on her small frame. “You’re overthinking this Steve, it’ll be fine,” Nancy assured, kissing the top of Steve’s head. “And for the last time Eddie, no kicking children,”
“Some kids deserve it” He argues.
“Ready?” Nancy asks you, ignoring Eddie, much to his annoyance.
You cast a wary look at Steve, you were reluctant to leave him alone like this, but you were the girl’s lift to work, so you had to trust Eddie would find a better way to comfort your boyfriend than his current tactic.
“Ready” You confirmed, checking your reflection quickly in the toaster.
Nancy pressed a kiss to the back of Eddie's head, eyelashes fluttering against his frizzy hair. Then she moved to Steve, lips lingering a little longer on his cheek.
“Ro-”
“Here!” Robin yelled, interrupting Nancy’s call of her name. She had a reputation for being late that she was trying to put behind her.
“Let's go!” Nancy sang, holding your arm in one hand and wrapping her other around Robin’s waist to pull her towards the door.
“Good luck Steve!” The three of you called together.
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You’re still thinking about Steve and wondering how his story time went as you’re organising the vinyl at work. You wonder if you should call him, trying to remember when the kid's nap time is so you can get him on the phone. You don’t want to interrupt, but you can’t help but worry about him.
In between thoughts of Steve, you’re trying to keep track of which ABBA albums need to be restocked.
You’re so busy thinking of ways to celebrate or cheer him up in case of disaster, that you miss the chime of the bell.
“Still working here huh?” You freeze at the familiar voice, all thoughts leaving your mind. The one voice you wished you’d never have to hear again. “Some people just aren’t meant to change I guess,”
You stand up, brushing off the dust on your knees. You hate how you’re immediately flooded with embarrassment. “Can I help you?” You ask in the friendliest voice you can muster.
They take it in offence, hands held aloft in surrender, “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it, you really haven’t changed at all,” They laugh, your heart beating faster in your chest at the sound of it. You hate how they still have such an effect on you.
“Did you want something?” You ask again, colder this time. Letting the hatred you feel seep through. Your arms, crossed over your chest, erupt in goosebumps. You can feel your heartbeat like it’s in your ears, pounding again and again. It’s an effort to remember how to breathe without it sounding rugged.
You were both bad for each other, that’s what you settled on after the fact. They would tear you to shreds and act as if you were the one in the wrong. You could be just as cruel, the relationship was a toxic one and it turned you both sour.
It took so many nights of talking and looking back on the relationship to realise that you didn’t need to be the person they painted you to be. You hadn’t been perfect, no one was, but you felt you had learnt from your mistakes and hoped they had done the same.
“Thought we could have an adult conversation, but obviously not,” They sneered, tone condescending.
They looked around the store you’re usually proud of with disdain. “God, I’m so fucking glad we broke up,” They laugh, flicking the sleeve of a vinyl, making you scowl. You feel the same but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. “My life has been so much better ever since you left it,”
It’s like a dagger to the chest. If you were in your right mind, maybe you would wonder why if they felt like that they would seek you out. Especially since they don’t even bother to buy anything before they leave.
-
When Robin had last seen you, you were pushing her out of the car, trying to stifle your giggles.
In her rush to get out of the house on time, she forgot her scarf. You had bundled her up in your own which looked ridiculous. Eddie had knitted it for you, but then he got so caught up in seeing how long he could make it that when you wore it, it went down past your knees.
You thought it looked great, but it was a bit of a tripping hazard so when it came to Robin you wrapped it around her neck over and over until it was an appropriate length. Only she couldn’t move her neck to look down. You had been laughing at her the whole drive, much to her annoyance.
Now all she wanted was for you to look at her and laugh, but you didn’t even spare her a glance when she walked into the house, or when she unspooled the long scarf from around her neck.
You’re still in your work clothes, even though you must have gotten home an hour ago at least. The TV is playing credits, but you’re watching them like they’re the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.
All she wants to do is touch you. She restrains herself though, she knows people don’t always want to be touched and it can make things worse.
As if you can tell that she’s about to ask you something, you change channels and turn up the volume on the TV. You lean against the side of the sofa, further out of her reach and feign interest in a Miami Vice episode.
Getting the message she leaves you to it and joins Steve and Nancy in the kitchen, who are chatting over the kitchen counter. Nancy has already started making a pot of soup.
Steve is dutifully making grilled cheese sandwiches and plain slices of toast. They work in unison, Nancy passing Steve the butter before he even needs to ask, Steve wrapping one arm around her hip when he joins her on the hob, warming up the pan so he can toast the bread.
He’s left two cheese toasties to the side, to be grilled when Eddie gets home.
“Not waiting?” Robin asks, catching the pair's attention. Nancy smiles, wordlessly passing her wooden spoon to Steve who accepts it without question. She holds Robin tightly in her arms, pressing kisses to her cheeks. She didn’t realise how much she needed a hug until now and how much better it would make her feel after your rejection.
“Thought some food might cheer everyone up,” Nancy explains, nodding towards the living room. Robins nods, squeezing Nancy back, hoping she won’t let go of her anytime soon.
“Did she say anything?” Steve asks, looking away from the soup briefly.
Robin shakes her head sadly and Nancy makes a sympathetic noise in her ear, rubbing her manicured hand up and down Robin’s back. “What about you?” Robin asks Nancy.
“Nothing,” Nancy sighs, pulling away from Robin when she realises that Steve has stopped stirring her soup. She bats his hand away and hip-checks him out of the way, deciding to take charge again. At least that's something she has control over.
The rest of the dinner is made in relative silence, Robin sets out the cutlery on the living room table, along with everyone’s preferred drinks. At one point Robin can tell you’re about to make an excuse not to eat at all, but a raised brow from Nancy has you sinking to the floor.
Robin’s eyes have been nervously flickering from her soup to you. She’ll see your lips part for a moment like you’re about to say something, but you close them just as fast, swallowing down soup and tearing at your bread.
You all eat hunched over the living room table, Eddie is missed even more than ever as silence haunts the table. No one can work out what to say.
You can feel yourself putting a dampener on everything but feel so shaken from the interaction this afternoon that it’s all that you can think about. You’ve heard people say their exes were the worst things that happened to them, but you never thought you would have been one of those.
Had you truly been that bad?
When Nancy leans over to grab your hand you smile at her or attempt to. Then when she lets go your hand sinks off the table and down to your thigh out of reach.
What if one day they thought about you like that? What if one day they’re glad that you broke up? They continue without you, happier without you.
It’s then that you remember, to your horror, all about Steve’s story time. The cake you had planned to buy him in celebration. How could you be so selfish, forgetting about something Steve had been worried about for so long?
“How did story time go?” You ask, timidly.
Robin and Nancy are patient, but Steve has never been. He’s going out of his mind with worry. Perhaps it's because he’s suddenly lost a girlfriend before. Thought she had loved him the way he loved her until she pulled the rug out from under his feet and told him it wasn’t working and that they were nothing.
It took so long for him to come back from that, even though he’s over the girl who said it, he still occasionally fears that all this love could be fleeting.
He smiles, abandoning the last of his toastie to thread his greasy fingers between your own. They slip against your hand and when he squeezes, he tries to push as much love into it as he can. “It went really well,”
“Yeah?” You ask more enthusiastically. Steve’s smiles have always been contagious. The pretty curve of his smile and the movement of his freckles as his cheeks apple, it’s the kind of smile that makes you believe in love at first sight.
“Mrs Lemon wants me to read again tomorrow,” Steve grins.
Everyone at the table erupts in excitement at Steve’s news. Robin drops the last bit of her toastie into her soup and has to fish it out with her spoon, fingers turning red in her attempts. Nancy's hand rubs up and down Steve’s thigh, in congratulations for his good news and for bringing you out of your melancholy.
Robin has you hold up her glass to her lips so she can take a sip of water without getting her soupy fingers all over the glass. It causes her to dribble water all over the table and she can’t even find it in her to be embarrassed when it results in giggles and your fingers brushing across her chin to catch the drips.
When everyone finished you’re quick to gather everyone's bowls and dismiss any help. You want to feel useful after sulking on the sofa while everyone else has made dinner.
-
This whole weekend you had been a whirlwind of productivism. Unless Eddie was forcing you to sit on the sofa with his head in your lap, you were doing something for someone else. Any errand anyone was putting off was finished by you that weekend. You had gotten the juice stains out of Steve’s jumper, sewn up the hole in Robin’s jacket pocket, reorganised Nancy’s toiletry cupboard and buffed her briefcase. Eddie had to coerce you into a cuddle to stop you from sewing up the holes in his favourite socks.
He hadn’t attended last night's dinner but had heard all about it from a concerned Nancy and spent the whole weekend attached at your side.
He did everything one-handed, not wanting to spend a second not touching you. It was so out of character for you to be so withdrawn. Steve and Robin assumed it was a bad day or more specifically a bad customer.
Nancy and Eddie had a gut feeling it was something more important. You didn’t often keep things to yourself, you found talking about problems usually stopped them from bothering you so much. If whatever happened hadn’t felt fixable to you by a rant and a cuddle, something must have happened.
Eddie wanted to be there, ready, for when you wanted to tell him. He never wanted anyone to feel as alone as he once felt, drowning in his worries, before his uncle took him in.
Nancy, though claiming she was taking a more relaxed approach, glanced at you about every two seconds, checking your reactions.
So when you had said you needed to go out to the store, Nancy and Eddie shared a look and insisted they both needed to come with you. Eddie for some smokes and Nancy for a specific body lotion she claimed would be too hard for you to find.
They were so obvious it would be annoying if they weren’t so endearing.
-
You ended up in Bradleys.
You had been antsy to get in, buy the cake you planned to get for Steve on Friday and then transform yourself into the partner your lovers deserved.
Instead, Eddie had taken his sweet time driving you all there, even though normally he called the speed limit a suggestion. Then he convinced you that you needed to walk up and down each aisle to make sure you didn’t ‘forget’ anything. It would have been an accomplishment to forget anything when you only have one item to obtain each.
The basket hooked on one arm, you hooked through the other, Eddie was strutting down the isles bobbing his head along to the pop songs he ‘hated’. Even though Eddie’s reasoning was ridiculous, it did feel relaxing to take your time walking through the various aisles together.
Eddie’s fingers were tracing up and down Nancy’s spine as she held two types of tea in her hand, reading the backs carefully. “Do you think these work?” She asked, holding out the packages for you to inspect, two different teas both promising to help with sleep.
You took one out of her hands, to inspect the ingredient list. Robin’s mum had said something about lavender last time you had spoken, but you weren’t sure that was digestible.
“If you need help sleeping, I’ve got the perfect solution” Eddie teased, arms snaking around Nancy’s waist and squeezing as he dipped his face against her neck. Nancy shivered, feeling his cold nose trace her neck and his curls tickle her collarbones, the basket digging into her sides.
“Stop!” She said, trying not to smile, wiggling out of his arms and lightly slapping at his arms, “I can’t take you anywhere,”
Eddie pressed a wet kiss to her cheek. His arm went over her shoulder, grabbing the box of tea out of Nancy’s hand and dropping it into the basket. “Mrs Norris used to drink that one,” He explained, taking the other one from your hand to put it back on the shelf. “Always knocked her out cold when she was supposed to be babysitting me”
Nancy huffed, crossing her hands across her chest as Eddie encouraged you both to the end of the aisle, hands wandering. “You have no shame” She scolded, cheeks burning at the wink he gave her in response. Still, he dropped his hands from her but continued to lead you both down to the frozen section, in search of ice cream.
She stopped at a display of lip balms, letting the two of you go on ahead. Her gaze did not linger on his fingers curled around the basket handle, or the dip of his spine that his cropped band shirt exposed.
You were still smiling over Eddie as you watched him search the freezers for the giant tub of Neapolitan-flavoured ice cream. He always made a big display of it, sometimes he and Robin would compete to see who could keep their hands in the freeze the longest.
Nancy soon floated behind you, her floral perfume altering you to her presence long before she slid her hand into your own. She leaned into your space, so close you could smell the curl cream she and Eddie shared. The pair, despite their differences, had a surprising amount in common.
“How mad do you think he’ll be if we refuse to hold his hand when he gets the ice cream?” Nancy whispered.
“I think we’ll hear about it for the rest of the night,”
Eddie cranes his head, looking you both up and down conspiringly. He fished the last tub from the back of the freezer and dropped it into the basket with a thud. It crushes the flimsy box of tea, but Eddie’s attention is on the guilty expression you’re wearing.
He holds his freezing hands out expectantly, wanting you to come and warm him up after his valiant efforts of searching in the freezers.
Nancy shakes her head at him, but his doe eyes can’t hold you off for long so soon he’s holding one of your hands in both his. You flinch at his touch and he pouts childishly, lashes fluttering.
“I risk my fingers for you, and this is the thanks I get,” Eddie huffs at Nancy over the top of your head, “At least you love me, sweetheart,” He coos kissing the side of your head.
“You hardly risked your fingers,” Nancy says rolling her eyes as she tugs your hand to lead you down to the toiletries aisle. You think half-heartedly about the cake, vanilla and shaped like a heart, that you wanted to get Steve, but then think of the crushed box of tea, it might be best to leave it for last.
“I was very close to hypothermia,” Eddie dramatises, flexing his fingers against yours. You feel the cold bump of his rings, they’re usually cold but feel even more so after being in the freezer.
Nancy ignores him and walks straight to the body lotion, hand reaching out for her usual choice, but lingering on a couple of new scents. Strawberries & Cream sounds like it would smell pretty nice, plus the bottle matches her nails.
She picks it up, dropping your hand in the process and uncaps the lid to give it a smell. Eddie takes your dropped hand before it can even fall to your side, now, he threads his fingers through yours with a giddy smile.
He pecks a kiss on your nose catching you off guard and pulls you off to the side next to the baby powders, moving you away from an oncoming cart.
You lean in to kiss his own but are brought out of your lovesick stupor by a harsh cough. Eddie glares at the culprit, kissing your lips extra firm. The person coughs again and you push Eddie away from you and try to move out of the way, catching sight of the person coughing at you.
It’s always a shock to see your ex unexpectedly, it’s even worse when they’re with a beautiful partner and they have a child sitting in the cart tugging a little plush to their chest. It shocks you for about a million reasons, the most hurtful being that the entire time you had been together they claimed to never want children.
Yet here, in front of you, is the clear proof that they did.
“Nancy!”
It’s a small town, everyone knows everyone. Still, it shocks you that their new partner knows Nancy. You feel so different from your old self that a reminder of it is terrifying.
Suddenly you’re scared, what had your ex told them? How badly had they painted you? what if they tell Nancy?
The worst part is that if they were to tell her, it would have been entirely your fault. How could you be mad at someone for telling the truth? You hadn’t been the greatest partner in the past, but you were trying to make up for that. It felt like you had made up for that.
You make eye contact with your ex, who isn’t even trying to hide their disappointment at seeing you twice in such a short amount of time, still, it’s obvious by the conversation Nancy is getting into that they’ll be standing around for a while.
Your eyes try to look at everything, but the person who’s fucked with your head for the last couple of days. The child, old enough that it must have been born within a year of your breakup, hair a dark brown colour, coils around their shoulders. They look so happy, a picture-perfect family.
You excuse yourself, using the cake you need as an excuse to go to a different aisle. Eddie tries to go after you but is cut off by an old lady jamming her shopping cart in front of him with a rude huff, muttering about young people these days. She runs over his foot and he almost takes down the entire shelving unit when he backs into it.
When Eddie finds you, standing in front of an empty shelf, sniffing into your hands, he’s crushed.
-
The drive back had been awkward.
Nancy had found you both and sent Eddie to pay for everything while she took you to the car. You refused to cite anything but the cake’s being sold out as the reason for your tears, but it’s clear that there was something more.
It isn’t until you’re home, that the extent of your upset is clear. At the supermarket, you had clung onto Nancy and Eddie for life, feeling personally devastated at the thought of either of them leaving you.
Now leaving was all you could think of doing.
You had packed your bag, unpacked and re-packed it again. You just couldn’t get it out of your head, how much happier everyone might be without you. Your last relationship played through your mind like a reel.
All the times your exe had yelled at you, called you a bitch, the problem. You could be forgetful, self-absorbed, hurtful. You thought you had changed, but you had proved yourself wrong on Friday, ignoring Steve’s accomplishment to stew in your self-obsession.
There was a knock on your door, but it was a warning rather than a request as Steve and Robin barged in without waiting for a response.
“Are you ok?” Robin asked, skirting around your clutter to land on the bed, beside the duffle bag you were about to re-pack. “Actually no, I know you’re not ok, so don’t bother lying,” Robin huffed, pushing the fly aways from her face and staring at you in determination.
Her hands darted out to your sides, holding you firmly in place. On her knees, on your bed, she begged you to tell her exactly what was wrong, “You always feel better after talking to me, I can help you, whatever it is. If it’s working at the vinyl store we’ll get you a new job, you could come to work with me in the museum archives?”
“It’s not…it’s not that,” You stutter, fingers feeling tingly as your eyes dart nervously from Robin to Steve, who hasn’t moved from standing at the door. You can’t see his expression, but the vein on his neck is close to bursting.
I’m the problem, you think, but you’re all too sweet to realise and you’ll be too kind to tell me when you do work it out.
Robin’s nose bumps your sternum bringing your attention back to her. She presses a kiss to the swell of your stomach. Her hands are ever wandering, frantic in their need to comfort you, but unsure where to go. “You can tell me,” She promises, her sea-blue eyes boring into yours. Your eyes water as you try to think of what to say.
“You’re leaving,” Steve’s voice is cold, and his stare is even colder. He nods to the duffle bag on the bed, glaring at it with the heat of a thousand suns.
Robin looks at the bag that she hadn’t registered, shaking her head in disbelief, until she sees the crumbling expression on your face and realises it’s true. Her hands drop from your body and she darts from the bed like a person burnt. She brushes past Steve, rushing out of your room and you can hear her fast footsteps retreat down the hall.
“You…you don’t understand,” You try to defend, hands falling into fists in frustration.
“No, I understand,” Steve spits, arms crossed across his chest, muscles clenched, “You’re just like her, only so much worse,”
“Ste-”
“Don’t” Steve scoffs “You promised us you wouldn’t do this, promised me.” His voice breaks and he has to turn his face to the side, collect himself and wipe the rouge tears that he let escape.
You sink in on yourself, “It’s…it’s for the best, I’m…I,”
Steve laughs, fist banging against the door frame, startling you, you have to steady your hands on the bed to stop yourself from falling.
Your stomach lurches, it doesn’t feel right. You’re last breakup hadn’t ended like this, they hadn’t been mad at you for leaving, they had been mad you hadn’t broken up sooner. That they hadn’t been the one to dump you.
You fear you might have made a terrible mistake, but then remember what they had said when you broke up. That you were poison, that you ruined everything that you touched, how much happier they had been before you. Now you knew how much happier they were without you afterwards too.
They would thank you in the long run.
“If you walk out this door right now, I’m never going to forgive you,” Steve’s heart was cracking. Just like last time, he was caught off guard. His voice was stern, but his expression was heartbreaking.
“Steve!” Yelled Nancy, pushing past him in the doorway and walking over to you instead. Her hair was half dry, one side still dripping water onto the collar of her shirt.
Eddie, hair wrapped in the band shirt he had worn to the store, mirrored Nancy, only taking Steve into his arms instead of you. “Let’s all just calm down a second,” Nancy suggested, pulling you down to sit on her lap. She threw your duffle bag off the bed, sending it clattering into your wardrobe.
“Take a deep breath,” Eddie suggested, palm warm over Steve’s chest. Robin fiddled with Steve’s fingers, eyeing everyone warily. Steve matched his breathing to Eddie’s, lips wobbling as Eddie’s thumb wiped the sticky tears from his cheeks.
If you felt awful before, now you feel diabolical.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” You confessed, trying to push out of Nancy's soothing hold because you felt so undeserving. She had a surprising amount of strength though and held you firm against her chest, “I didn’t mean, I don’t want to hurt anybody, this is exactly what I don’t want, I just want you all to be happy”
Robin, tentatively let go of Steve’s hand, who Eddie was leading further into the bedroom. Nancy wrangled you so you were leaning against her where she sat against the headboard. Her head resting on your shoulder while her hand was rubbing up and down your back.
Robin sat down at the foot of the bed, hand reaching out carefully to rub at your leg. “Please can you explain? So we can all understand, why you want to…leave,” Robin asked, hardly able to say the word.
The bed dipped as Eddie sat himself down to the side of you and Nancy, but Steve still refused to sit, standing up with his thighs touching the bed, hand clasped tightly in Eddie’s.
You took a deep breath and tried to explain “I saw, my ex, first they visited me at work-”
Steve’s grip on Eddie white-knuckled as he scoffed, assuming the worst. You shrunk further back into Nancy making her glare at Steve who rolled his eyes. He was still sure you were about to rip out their hearts.
“Go on,” Nancy encouraged.
“He said, he was glad we broke up and at first I just thought, yeah me too, but then I started thinking and,I was awful,”
“Did you start thinking that? Or did he make you think that?” Nancy asked.
“Well, I mean, I guess he implied it and he always used to say it, like I would ruin things and he would throw things, sometimes, when I did something bad,”
Steve sat down on the bed, looking at you tearfully, “He would throw things at you?” Now he felt himself crying for an entirely different reason.
“It wasn’t- I was just as bad,”
“Did you throw things at them?” Questioned Robin.
You shook your head, “No, but I de-”
“I know you’re not about to say you deserved it, no one ever deserves that sweetheart,”
“I was an asshole, I was cruel and hurtful.” You explained, “You can say they shouldn’t have hurt me, but I hurt them just as much with every word I said. How can I deserve to be happy like this? I’ve been trying to change, but what if i can’t”
Steve feels a rush of sympathy through his chest. The anger that surged through his body turned from a fiery rage to a simmering heat, directed at whoever made you feel like this. He knows exactly how it feels to try to change, but not be given a chance.
To this day the title of King Steve follows him around like a bad dream. He’s taken responsibility for his actions and changed for the better, but for a long time, he wondered if it would ever be enough to make up for the hurt he had caused. Did he deserve the friendship Robin offered, that had led him down the path to this?
You gulped eyes starting to water. “I just don’t want to ruin things, I don’t want to hurt anyone I love again, I’m so sorry Steve, I already hurt you so much and if I stay I might-”
Steve shuffled forward, pulling you roughly from Nancy’s embrace into his own. His strong arms wrapped around you and his tear-stained cheeks stuck to your own. “The only way you could truly hurt me is if you left right now,” He pulled himself out of your embrace so he could hold his face in your hands.
“You deserve to be happy, you deserve a chance to change,” Steve promises, tacky lips pressing into the top of your head over and over again, trying to let it sink in.
“For the record, this version of you you’re describing, I don’t think I’ve ever met them,” Eddie says, palm firm as it rubs up and down Steve’s quaking back.
“But I- I forgot all about Steve’s big day,” You huff, voice thick with frustration.
“Honey, you spent the morning comforting me and asked me about it when you got home.” Steve placates.
“Not right away though, I sat on the sofa for ages, just thinking about myself,”
“Think that’s understandable after the run-in you had,” Steve’s hand keeps a warm grip on your cheeks, eyes softening as he kisses underneath your teary eye.
“Lovely, you’ve never made any of us feel anything but loved and I hope you feel the same about us” Nancy offered, stroking your shoulder with soft fingers.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I even thought about leaving I was just, so caught up and I wasn’t thinking properly.”
“Do you still want to?” Asked Robin tentatively, hands ghosting the sides of your leg.
You shook your head, lip starting to wobble, “I never wanted to, I just thought- I thought I had to,- Oof!” You exclaimed, Robin’s soft body dropping on top of you and Steve, squishing you down against Nancy, who took the weight like a champ.
Her arms winded around Steve, you and Nancy, squeezing Steve so tight he thought she might break one of his ribs. “I think as long as us five stick together, we can get through anything”
“Well said Buckley,” Grinned Eddie, reaching over to ruffle her hair.
Eventually, you all moved from your room into Nancy and Steve’s which had the biggest bed.
Nancy was removing the decorative pillows from the bed to place them on the ottoman instead. Eddie was helping, but his idea of helping was throwing them at Robin who was trying to dodge them while drinking the tea Nancy had gotten her at the store. A potentially deadly combination that required Nancy’s intervention.
Steve was with you in the en suite, the two of you hadn’t spent much time apart since the earlier misunderstanding. Steve had joined you in the shower while Nancy and Eddie finished drying their hair.
You had shared a bowl of ice cream, even though Steve didn’t like ice cream all that much anymore while watching the Documentary Eddie borrowed from the library for Robin.
Steve had just finished washing your face for you, letting you sit on the counter. Now you were brushing his hair for him. You started carefully combing it back with a fine-tooth comb, but now we're just using your fingers, styling it wildly to make him laugh.
You were currently attempting a mohawk with little success. He had one hand wrapped around his toothbrush while the other was holding your wrist, fingers pressing into your pulse. It felt good to be the reason Steve laughed instead of the reason he had been crying.
“I’m sorry Steve,” You whispered again, against his forehead, pressing a light kiss between his eyebrows.
“Already forgiven lovely,” Steve promised, bending his head to kiss your pulse point. “ but, please tell me what I did wrong” He murmured, turning bashful.
“What?” Now it was your turn to look at Steve in shock. “You didn’t do anything wrong?”
“Please, you can tell me, otherwise how will I not do it again?” Steve spares you a glance with eyes so earnest it breaks your heart.
Steve had felt so guilty since he heard your confession, you had thought that you would make them unhappy, in his head it translated that he hadn’t made it clear just how much he adores you.
“You didn’t Stevie, I promise. I was too in my own head” You kiss him gently “I still am, to be honest,” You confess smoothing his hair down behind his ears, kissing him once again for good measure. “I promise I’ll tell you next time I start spiralling,”
He burrowed his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of strawberries and cream. It scared him to think he would never be this close to you ever again, that he could lose out on all this. “God I hope there isn’t a next time, I love you, you make me- you make us so much happier,”
“Thank you for caring about me, I know it can be hard,”
“Caring about you is easy, it’s like breathing I don’t even have to think about it, I just do it”
“Stevie,” You mumble, tucking yourself against his shoulder, “You’re such a loverboy,” You peck him again.
After another five minutes of cuddling, you go into the bedroom and find yourself in a love pile on the bed.
Robin is smushed, out cold on top of you and Nancy. Nancy flanks you one one side and Steve is on your other, breath puffing against your neck. Eddie is wrapped around him, his heavy leg draped across you and Steve.
If he was ever right, about you being poison, you’re certain you’ve found your antidote.
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We Tried The World CH1.
THE MASTERLIST
SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS,
287 MILES FROM HOME.
Steve picked you up a few doors down from your house at six o’clock in the morning the next day.
Hawkins was still asleep, the whole town nursing a sleepiness that only came from a party that everyone had joined in on the night before. The morning air smelled like old bonfire smoke, the leftover fizz from fireworks and the sky was lilac and peach, the air hazy.
You didn’t say much when you walked towards his car, the BMW idling by the park on the corner of your street. You’d told him to park away from your house, to let your aunt sleep through what would’ve been an awkward goodbye.
You left a note on your bed instead, one that you knew she’d understand. After all, she’d been there through everything. Hawkins wasn’t home and you were never supposed to have ended up there.
Steve hopped out and put your rucksack in the trunk for you and when you dropped yourself into the passenger seat beside him, he smiled and handed you a couple of cassettes to pick from. The windows were down, his tank was full and the height of summer was creeping into the car. Everything smelled like cut grass and coffee and boy.
When you chanced a glance at your driver, he looked the way you felt, like he was at peace with what was about to happen, like it was all finally okay.
His cheek was still angry, pink and lilac turning to blue and red overnight and he licked his split lip a little self consciously upon feeling your eyes on him.
You thought he might tell you to quit it, to stop staring but Steve was soft around the edges, maybe from sleep, maybe from the relief you both felt when you approached the edge of town. The sign that told you both you were leaving Hawkins edged closer as Steve drove, the mocking “come back soon!” staring at you both.
It felt like a challenge, it felt like a dare.
Steve spoke then, the engine thrumming underneath you both as he flicked honey brown eyes towards you.
“You sure?”
You stared at the road ahead before finding the boy’s gaze, a quiet determination coming over you. You think he saw it, or maybe he felt it - like the air around you both changed - because he smiled, a little crooked because of his cut but it made you grin back.
The sense of adventure overpowered the unknown, the thrill of something new and all of the what ifs made your heart beat a little faster and for the first time in the longest time, you felt like you weren’t sleepwalking through the day.
Morning had hardly broken and the sky was still a watercolour wash of pastel, but you were wide awake.
You nodded and Steve’s grin was blinding, summer and sun in a smile.
You drove as the sun came up, until the skies turned from peach to blue, the air growing warmer and the view outside your window had less houses. Steve hit the highway and picked up some speed, windows still down and the wind rushing at your faces as you left behind the old water tower, the trailer park on the outskirts of town, Mr Lumson’s old farm.
Hawkins led out into open fields, green and gold and yellow, flat land broken up by old barns, forgotten tractors, a paddock of horses and cows. The road took you through other towns, some smaller, some bigger, gas stations with only one working pump, a vendor on the side of the road selling fruit and homemade iced tea.
It all felt a little surreal, like you were daydreaming in the best kind of way. Because the wind threaded through your fingers as you held your hand out of the open window, it nipped at your open palm and you could smell the fresh air, the pine trees. Because you were sitting in the front seat of Steve Harrington’s car and he was driving you far away from home. You weren't even sure where you were going, you didn’t think Steve really knew either, but everything you loved was packed into the duffle bag in the boy’s trunk - and there wasn’t much.
Some clothes, a few mixtapes, a few half empty toiletries in a make up bag you’d taken from underneath your aunt’s bathroom sink. A tin of pencils, your sketchbook, a few rings - all gold, some important, some not. All the money that you had.
It wasn’t like the boy was a stranger, he wasn’t, not really. No one could feel like a stranger in a town like Hawkins, it was too small, people were too close and someone’s grandma always knew someone else’s cousin. You’d grown up with Steve, not by his side, but in the same circle - he’d been in all your classes from kindergarten to high school, sharing friends and the same drug dealer.
You were friendly with Robin Buckley, your aunt and you lived a few doors down from Nancy Wheeler, you babysat for the Sinclair siblings before Lucas moved up to high school and you were both invited to the same parties. You knew he worked in Family Video, you knew he’d chosen not to go to college after graduation. You knew his parents were always gone, you knew he was softer than he seemed and you knew that the reason for his back eye was most likely his father.
You knew he kissed like he wanted to steal the breath from your lungs, like he was trying to tell you all his secrets.
And maybe, despite not knowing his favourite colour, his favourite food, his favourite song, you had the feeling you were more similar than you ever would’ve guessed, that you both shared that awful pulsing ache in your chest that there wasn’t a home for either of you anywhere.
So when Steve pulled into a parking lot just off of the highway, somewhere near the edge of Illinois, you didn’t hesitate to nod when he asked if you were hungry, to follow him into the old diner with its neon sign and pink walls. It was nearing eight o’clock and the world was a little more alive now, the roads busier, the diner smelling like coffee and maple bacon.
You found it easy to slide into a booth across from the boy, easier to let your gaze meet his, small smiles playing on both of your mouths. You ordered a tea, Steve a coffee and a plate of pancakes each and when the waitress scratched down your choices, she clicked her tongue, smiled and called you both a ‘cute little pair.’
No one really spoke until there was caffeine in your systems, bones warmed by hot drinks and the drizzle of syrup that you licked from lips and forks. It was a nice kind of silence whilst you ate, the kind you were sure you could get used to, the kind that could carry you across states, across the country.
It was even nicer when Steve wiped his mouth with his napkin, tapped your foot with his underneath the table and raised a brow in question.
“So, where d’you wanna go?”
“Don’t you have somewhere in mind?” you asked him. This was his plan after all, he’d been the one to ask you, to invite you along.
Steve shook his head slow, shoulders shrugging as if the destination had never occurred to him.
You sipped the last of your tea, watching the boy over the rim of the cup and he could tell you were taking your time to think. There was an ache in your chest that felt like the answer, that felt a little like the idea of home.
“California,” you said, voice softer than you wanted it to be. “Carmel-by-the-Sea.”
The sounds of the diner filled the silence between you two as Steve considered your response. The jingle of the cash drawer, spoons stirring in sugar, the pop of the grill behind the open kitchen window.
But then the boy nodded and took another sip of his coffee. There was a soft sincerity colouring his voice, his pretty features, when he asked you: “What’s there?”
You felt a little embarrassed, so you looked at your almost empty plate, sticky syrup on the cheap ceramic, a quarter of your last pancake that Steve had helped you eat.
“The ocean,” you mumbled, nose scrunched as you chanced a glance back up at him. “Never seen it before.”
You didn’t want to tell him that you hadn’t actually left Hawkins since you moved there when you were three years old. You thought that maybe Steve knew that, that he could tell, that he could guess. Because you were living with your aunt, a woman who didn’t really care, but the only family member left in your life that cared enough. Holiday’s weren’t a thing.
“There’s a lot of ocean before Carmel-by-the-Sea,” Steve smiled, a little teasing, a little curious. “What’s there?” he asked again.
Your lips twisted, a downturn of your mouth that you tried to hide because he had figured you out way too quickly. This stranger who wasn't a stranger, this boy who wasn’t really a friend. He was your last kiss though, your companion for the next who knew how many weeks.
But still, it was day one and you were still guarding your secrets, yourself. So you shrugged as if you didn’t know the answer, like there wasn’t one to give and Steve was smart enough not to press. You turned to him instead, sticky fork in your hand, wielded like a weapon that you needed to protect yourself with.
You thought of all the questions you wanted to ask him and they rattled in your head, in your chest, making you feel panicked. You didn’t want to upset him, you didn’t want to cross any lines that hadn’t been set yet.
Why are you leaving town? Does your parents know you’re gone? Do they care? Did your dad hit you? Why did you kiss me? Are we gonna talk about that?
“Why me?” you asked instead and you cringed a little when it came out like an argument, voice a little too hard and harsh.
But Steve just smiled again, fingertip tracing around the rim of his now empty mug and you were almost sure that there was a faint flush of pink high on his cheeks. He shrugged a little shyly before he flicked honey brown eyes up to yours. There it was again, that look, that unbearably soft sincere look, like he wasn’t about to judge you.
“You’re the only other person I know with nothin’ to lose.”
You were a little speechless.
Another half shrug, a lopsided smile that matched the morning sun that was rising in the window behind him.
“The same as me.”
Something in your chest stuttered. Maybe your heart stopped, just for a half a second, maybe less, because something skipped a beat at the realisation that the boy knew you more than you thought he did. It’s why you told him yes, why you nodded your head in that strangers kitchen the night before, lips a breath away from Steve’s, both of you lit up in red, green and gold.
Because with a dad that wasn’t around when you were born, a twenty something stoner with three jobs and no time for a kid, you weren’t sure you knew what it was like to have something that you’d miss when it was gone. It only took three years for your mom to feel the same way, bored of her daughter and the life in a small town in Virginia. You weren’t even sure which town.
Too young to remember it as a home, your mom had dropped you with her sister in Hawkins, an aunt that had no time for a kid, but took you in nonetheless. You were sure there had been a false promise of a quick return. Your mom telling your aunt that she just needed a minute, just some time to get her head straight, didn’t she understand? You were too much hard work. You were difficult.
She told the other woman a week, two tops. And then you were celebrating your fourth birthday, your fifth, your sixth and every one after that with your aunt who never wanted you but never had the heart to say. She bought you a cake from the bakery on Main every year, bought you a new book wrapped in red paper and some cash in a card.
And every year you smiled and thanked her, brushed a kiss across her cheek and took a slice of cake to your room, where you watched the sprinkles melt and colour the white icing, where you pushed the dollars into the tin underneath your mattress.
It had never been enough to buy a car, or a plane ticket. It wasn’t enough to take you where you wanted to go, not even close. But it could help you buy gas and food, maybe a motel room here and there. ‘Cause now you had Steve and that was a statement that you were sure you’d never get used to saying.
You smiled at the boy, a soft laugh leaving your lips in a humourless huff and you nodded, pushing the last square of pancake around your plate.
“Yeah,” you agreed, “nothing to lose.”
“Do your parents know that you’re doing… this?” you gestured between the two of you, glanced out of the windows to his maroon coloured car sitting in the dusty parking lot. You were already both two hours from home, maybe more. “Do they know you’re gone?”
Steve grinned and you could tell it was sharp, without any happiness. The boy sat opposite you with his still sleep mussed hair, big brown eyes and nothing more than a similar sized rucksack in his trunk, right beside yours.
He thought of his room, empty and blue, a couple of books taken from his shelves and a pillow from his bed - the flattest one, old and in a chequered case, smelling like a home that was only really a house.
The kitchen was empty when he left, the living room too, the only framed photos were shots taken in a studio, white backgrounds, pressed shirts, his father’s cold hand on his shoulder. Steve stopped smiling in the third one.
He’d locked the door, stared at the key as he stood on his porch and toyed with the idea of taking it off of the chain it shared with the key to his car. He could post it, leave it on the doormat in the hall for his parents to come home to. He didn’t know when they’d return. He didn’t know when he’d come back, if he would at all.
Steve didn’t know where he was going.
He posted his resignation into the letterbox of Family Video on the way to your house, slowed down when he drove through Robin’s street, wondering if the upset would be worth getting to give her one last hug. He’d spent the night before on the phone to her, hours and hours of frustration and a little anger, upset and unshed tears before he finally got his best friend to understand.
She made him promise he’d come back. She begged him. So Steve nodded even though the girl couldn’t see. He swallowed the lump in his throat and told her yes, that he’d come back, that he promised.
Steve really hoped he didn’t break it.
He thought about telling you that his parents wouldn’t care, that his parent’s probably wouldn’t even notice. The landline could go unanswered for weeks on end and his parent’s wouldn’t think to get an early flight home. He could drive to Europe and back, take some trains, some boats, swim across the English Channel and return home before they noticed he was gone. But all of that sounded a little sad, and Steve reckoned there was plenty of time for sadness later.
So for now, he shrugged, waved a hand dismissively and tugged his wallet from his jean pocket. He smiled when you chucked a few bills on the table first, not bothering to argue or play polite, ‘cause you were both more than aware money was going to be tight if you were going to make it across the country together. And besides, he told himself, this wasn’t a date. This was an escape and it didn’t matter if he knew that you kissed like you wanted to prove something, that you tasted like cherries and something else sweet.
He wasn’t gonna talk about that.
You both crossed the border into Illinois without much fanfare, the windows rolled down and the highway stretching out long ahead of you. The fields on either side of you were undisturbed, the sun blazing down on wide, green pastures, acres of gold wheat and every now and then, you’d pass an old barn that sat forgotten. The sign that welcomed you to the new state seemed a little monumental, despite the fact that the green backing of it was sun bleached and faded, but it meant that you and Steve were no longer in Indiana, no longer home.
It felt good, it felt dizzying and with every mile Steve drove you both across the state line, your smile grew and so did Steve’s. He was beaming when you glanced over at him, hair wild from the wind that funnelled through the open windows, the car going just a tiny bit faster that it was supposed to. But you merely turned up the music, fingers gentle on the dial, whatever mixtape Steve had made pumping through the speakers with static and crackles.
It made the boy beam, and he matched the summer outside, warmth and sunshine in his chest, a new heatwave trapped in his eyes, an adventure waiting on his lips. He was a sight to behold and it made your chest burst, so you blinked, turned back looking out the window instead.
But you couldn’t help the burst of laughter that ripped prettily from your throat when Steve started singing, not all that badly, you noted. He garnered your attention once more, like he wanted it, like he liked it. He didn’t care that you were watching, that you were staring, his hands drumming out a beat on the wheel, a little off rhythm, his hair in his eyes, chin tilted up to the sun as he crooned.
“There's a room where the light won't find you!” The boy was almost yelling to be heard over the roar of the car, and you were laughing through strands of wind whipped hair. “Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down!”
You sang the next line with him, much quieter and shyer than Steve did. But the words held the same weight to them whether they were whispered or yelled, and goosebumps tracked up your bare arms as you let them leave your lips.
“When they do I'll be right behind you.”
Maybe it meant nothing, maybe it was just a song, just a band that Steve liked, that he put on a mixtape. He was just a boy, an almost friend, someone you kissed just once. Just a boy who asked you to run away with him, a boy with honey brown eyes, messy hair, freckles that looked like the start of summer on his cheeks.
Maybe it meant nothing. It was just a song, you told yourself again. But then Steve looked over at you and grinned again, that same slow, soft smile you were already becoming so used to. Maybe it could mean everything.
You rolled through small towns and dust roads, listening to Tears For Fears and wondering if your aunt had woken up and found your note yet. The morning became afternoon and the heat rose with the sun, heating the asphalt, the air, you.
It had been over an hour, almost two, when you turned to Steve, cheek pushed to the fabric of the seat. Your gaze settled over him, familiarising yourself with the slope of his nose, the line of his jaw. He had some stubble now, a shadow to his cheeks that hadn’t been there the night he kissed you. Pouty lips, impossibly pink and soft - easy to kiss, you remembered. Eyes that kissed in the corners, always sleepy looking, thick lashes, honey and brown sugar in the sun. Hair that was always a little wild, curling at the nape of his neck, around his ears.
Steve Harrington was a very pretty boy, you summarised.
You cleared your throat when he caught you staring, a pair of Ray-Ban’s perched over his eyes now and despite the dark glass, you could see the way his eyes stuck on yours for just a second, before the road stole back his attention.
“So uh, what’s the plan?” you asked, trying for light and casual.
“Cali, remember? Carmel, the ocean, right?” Steve looked confused, and the pucker between his brows only deepened when you laughed, not unkindly.
“We’re a long way from there, hot shot,” you smiled, gesturing to the road ahead of you both. “What’re we doing in the meantime?”
Steve parted his lips, thinking. Then he laughed too, soft like you did, and waved a hand. “Shit, yeah, you’re right. Why, uh, why don’t we stop at town soon? We can get some supplies, take a walk, find somewhere to stay and figure out where we wanna go?”
You nodded before rooting around in the glovebox, nosy and entirely unapologetic about it. You scoffed, eyeing the boy with an air of disbelief.
“What?” Steve asked.
“Do you even have a map, Harrington?”
“No.”
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It’s how you and Steve found yourselves in Springfield, a bustling town that was the second choice to Chicago, or first, where Steve was concerned. The boy had wrinkled his nose when you’d suggested it offhandedly, and he’d made a comment about avoiding the cities that were too big, too loud, too much.
Steve wanted quiet, he wanted something slow, peaceful. He wanted rolling hills, he wanted valley’s, he wanted to see green and blue, he wanted sunsets, sunrises, he wanted to see the stars, home cooked meals in tiny diners, coffee on the hood of his car in front of a lake.
He wanted everything his own home couldn’t offer him, he wanted to get away. He smiled when you just nodded and said ‘okay’, like giving the boy what he wanted was the easiest thing in the world.
So Steve parked up on a street corner in the middle of town, the sidewalks busy enough that no one stared at the two of you, busy enough that no one realised that you didn’t belong. But the crowds and bustle meant that Steve stuck close to your side, a hand always hovering over the small of your back, scared to touch but unwilling to lose you in a new place.
The streets were lined with diners and some small businesses; hairdressers, barbers, bookshops and nail salons. There was a fancy restaurant or two, a dentist's surgery, a pharmacy that looked straight out of the 1950’s and a car garage that sat on the other corner, four gas pumps and a bored looking attendant.
The sidewalks were lined with small trees, striped canopies over the window displays, neon signs over twenty four hour diners and motels showing their vacancies.
It was enough for the first day, you thought. Enough to keep you busy, enough to get started. So you tapped Steve’s shoulder and pointed to a small store across the street, one that looked like you could find what you needed in it.
It seemed like a knee jerk reaction when Steve’s fingers slid gently around your wrist as you crossed the road. You didn’t pull away, you didn’t say anything but he was blushing when you looked at him, the skin where he’d touched you burning in response.
He gave you a sheepish smile when he let go, pink on his cheeks and one hand scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. He didn’t look at you when he explained, “sorry, I uh, I hang about with kids too much.”
There was no time to respond before Steve was shuffling into the shop, the bell above the door tinkling gently. You managed to find a roadmap of the states, each major highway inked in bright red and you traced route sixty six, a small smile on your face.
Your finger ran over the folds and creases, found the Pacific Coast highway and stared at the blue on the page, the dips in the lines that showed off beaches and coves.
Steve came to stand at your shoulder, head above your own as he watched you stare. He saw your smile, the almost hopeful look in your eyes.
His voice was quiet and soft when he said, “it’ll take us what, two weeks? Maybe three depending on where you wanna stop off?”
“Me?” You scrunched your nose, embarrassed to have been given so much say in a trip that wasn’t ever really your idea. “What about you? Aren't there places you’d like to go to? To see?”
Steve looked a little taken aback, like he’d never really thought about it. He shrugged, gazed back down at the map in your hands and moved a little closer so he could stare at the states, the roads, the lakes marked out in patches of blue.
“I didn’t really think of where I wanted to go,” he told you quietly, “just that I knew I wanted to leave.”
You were quiet as you processed the boy’s words, your eyes a little sad as you looked back over your shoulder at him, at his bruised eye and cut lip. So you nodded, like you understood, folded the map back up and placed it on the cash desk before you grabbed a small book from the display next to the till, one that was titled ‘1001 Things To See In America.’
Steve didn’t say anything but you saw him smile, that shy stretch of his lips, the same one he gave you after he kissed you. It showed off a dimple on his right cheek, it made his lashes kiss at the corners, nose a little wrinkled.
He looked really pretty.
He grabbed some bottles of soda as you wrestled with your purse, stretching over your shoulder again to place them on the corner, a big bag of chips quickly following with some dollar bills. Steve grabbed the bag of snacks, took the book you picked and tucked it under his arm, grinning at you as he headed for the door.
“Ready?”
The question took your breath away, because it was so much more than one word. It was possibilities, it was a leap of faith, it was a new state, a different adventure. It was mountains, valleys, lakes, oceans, wide roads, wider canyons, the chance to see something new.
It was absolutely terrifying. But you nodded and followed Steve out the door.
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“Did you know that Kansas has the biggest ball of twine?”
Steve was stretched out on the grass of Lincoln Park, the book you picked in his hands as he grinned at you over its pages.
You snorted. “Sounds riveting. Here,” you threw him a pen from your bag, taking your sketchbook out with it. “Start circling stuff that you wanna see, but no fifty foot balls of twine, please.”
“It’s actually only ten feet,” Steve told you, flicking through the pages absentmindedly.
“That’s disappointing.”
It was the boy’s turn to laugh and he took a sip of his soda before he tilted his chin at the paper you were holding, craning his neck to inspect.
“D’you draw?”
You flushed: your immediate reaction to being asked that question because it wasn’t something you showed off. You shrugged, held the pages a little closer to your chest and leaned back against the oak tree behind you.
“Not well,” you muttered, squinting your eyes against the sun. You watched as Steve watched you, how he took in your closed off body, the protective hand you held over the blank page. “S’just something to do, y’know?”
So he didn’t press, didn’t push, just merely nodded and went back to the book, tracing the letters of a title you couldn’t see. It was peaceful, easy, a bag of spicy chips laid open between you, your knees tucked up so you could put pen to paper and sketch out the mess of the boy’s hair in secret.
If Steve knew you were drawing him, he didn’t say. But he had to know, ‘cause your gaze was on him as much as it was your book and every now and then, your eyes met and he smiled.
“What about The Ozarks?” He said, pushing the book over to you, his finger tapped a photo of sprawling forests, cerulean blue springs hidden amongst them. There were people in kayaks, swimming, jumping from cliff tops. “Looks nice, right?”
You hummed in agreement, nodding. “It does, it looks super pretty.” You twisted your pen to your paper, drew in the small mole on his cheek. “That’s Missouri, yeah?”
He nodded, taking the pen you’d given in and circling something on the page, bookmarking it for later.
“About six hours away, if you wanna take the scenic route,” he mumbled, the map in his other hand, the edges of it curling in the light breeze.
“Always take the scenic route, Harrington,” you commented lightly, your lips twisting in concentration as you shaded in the slope of the boy’s jaw. “That sounds like a plan though, at least, a good start to one.”
“Noted,” he smirked and after a few beats of silence, he stretched his leg over the grass to yours, nudging at your foot with his trainer. He nodded at the paper that was still tucked against your knees, hidden against your chest. “Do I get to see?”
You baulked.
“Since it's me and all,” he grinned.
Weirdly, you knew that if you said no, Steve wouldn’t protest or argue. You weren’t sure how, but you were so, so sure of that. Maybe that’s why you chewed at your lip and turned the page, letting him take in the dark lines and soft shadows of his own face.
You’d drawn him from the torso up, t-shirt crumpled against the grass, hair wild from the drive, from the wind, his eyes downcast at the book he was holding.
Steve stared, silent before he coughed out an almost embarrassed sound laughing, eyes flicking between you and the page.
“Wow,” he mumbled, leaning closer to look. You could feel your cheeks heat up, the flush spreading across your chest. “Bruises and all, huh?”
You grimaced, regretting shading in the cut and marks around his eyes and lip, pulling back the paper and wondering if you’d crossed a line.
“Sorry! I’m- fuck, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have-” you were rambling and it was awful. God, you felt awful.
“No! No, no,” Steve assured you, “don’t be, it’s amazing, shit… it’s really good.”
You were burning. “Thanks,” you mumbled, staring at anything but the boy. “You have a good face.”
Steve grinned.
“To draw,” you told him, voice a little too sharp and high. “Fuck.”
But Steve was already laughing, although it didn’t feel like it was aimed at you and the sound wasn’t cruel. He didn’t really look at you when he gathered up his things, the map and the book, his empty soda bottle.
“You have a good face too.”
You were pretty sure you were still flushed by the time late evening crawled around, dinner was in an old diner with sticky leather booths, a fuschia sign outside that blinked and flickered as the sun went down. It took a little while after that to find a motel with vacancies, the two of you driving around in the warm night air, the windows still rolled down.
The town smelled like leftover cinnamon from bakeries that were closing, fumes from exhausts, garlic and rosemary from the restaurants that only got busier the more you drove around the block.
Eventually you spotted a sign a few streets down, close to the park you’d spent your afternoon in. A pretty, baby pink building with a red sign above it, green curtains lining the windows and the word “VACANCIES” flashing at you both from the main door.
So Steve parked the car and brushed you away when he took both your bags out the trunk, slinging them over one shoulder like it was no big deal. Night was stretching in and despite not being all that far from home, the excitement of a new town, a new state, was starting to wear you both down.
Sleep tugged at your eyes as the stars came out and once again, Steve guided you into the quiet motel with a gentle hand that didn’t quite touch your back.
He spoke quietly and politely to the woman at the desk, looking at you questioningly when she asked how many rooms. The boy sputtered and stopped, eyes in yours as he let you take the lead.
There it was again, that heat in your cheeks that seemed to be becoming a frequent feeling around Steve Harrington. But he waited patiently, the woman less so, and you sounded far too quiet when you said, “one, please. A twin.”
Steve didn’t say anything as you took the keys from the desk, slid the money you’d both put together into the woman’s hand. It wasn’t until you were both standing in the too small elevator that you smiled at him a little sheepishly, arms crossed over your chest and said:
“I didn’t wanna be in a room alone.”
The boy nodded and smiled, like it was okay, like it was fine. And maybe it was. ‘Cause he put your bag down on the single bed for you when you entered the room, his on the other and told you that you could use the shower first, like this was the most normal Tuesday night.
The summer heat, leftover sunscreen and the hours in the car were sticking to your skin and the thought of a cool shower and some fresh pyjamas seemed far too enticing, so you did just that.
The spray was a welcome sensation, a little weak, a little pour than a dribble but it was better than you could’ve hoped for considering you had no plans to even be in a tiny motel in Illinois until yesterday at ten o’clock.
The party seemed an age ago, in someone's kitchen on Hawthorne Street, groups of strangers, some friends, colours in the sky and spilled beer on the kitchen tiles. A boy, familiar face, a new kiss, asking you to leave town.
You stared at the baby pink tiles, eyes a little wide as the reality of the situation set in. Guilt rolled in your stomach as you realised your aunt would have most definitely found your note by now.
Maybe she’d feel as free as you did.
The buzz of the television played through the thin walls as you got dried and dressed, skin still damp as you pulled on old shorts, a too big shirt that had a photo of Prince on the front, some splashes of dried paint on the hem.
Steve was lounging on his bed when you padded out barefoot, suddenly a lot more shy than you thought you would be. But he smiled and gestured to a bottle of water he’d left on the nightstand for you, brushing gently past your shoulder with his own towel as he went to wash the day away.
The low lights in the room were a little too warm, pink tinged and making everything look rosy. Steve had cracked a window, enough to let the summer air in, a cooler breeze now the sun had gone down, the sky streaked with leftover indigo clouds and you could hear the buzz of cicadas from the park behind you.
It felt a little dreamlike, a little surreal.
And then as you were tucked into bed, the sheets a little scratchy, Steve walked back out in shorts and a threadbare shirt, hair damp and falling in his eyes.
He pulled a pillow from his bag, a sad, flat looking one that still had its pillowcase on it from home. He chucked it onto his bed before tumbling in after it and he turned to look at you, expression almost unsure.
“You okay?”
You shuffled, cheek pressed to the motel pillow and between you both, the light flickered once, twice, sending peach coloured shadows across the room.
“Yeah,” you whispered, scared to break the silence that surrounded you. “How come?”
Steve shrugged, body lazy against the mattress and he stretched, humming in content as he did. “I dunno,” he whispered back, voice scratchy and soft with sleep. “I guess I just wanted to ask. Make sure you still want to do this, y’know?”
You smiled, appreciating the gesture, and you blinked at him, sleep tugging at you more and more. “Yeah, ‘course. The Ozarks right?”
The boy grinned and nodded, eyes shy and gazing at you from under his lashes. He pushed at his sheets with his toes, too warm, shoving them down his legs. You tried not to stare, not at the muscles in his thighs, the small scar on his ankle that shone silver in the low light.
It was quiet until Steve whispered ‘goodnight’, leaning out of his bed to flick the light off, bathing you both in black. Outside, the town kept going, soft music coming from somewhere unknown, the murmured conversation from some people at the vending machines in the parking lot below your room.
You don’t know why you asked it. Maybe it was because it was dark and you were suddenly a little unsure, maybe you just wanted to know a little more about the boy in the bed next to you - like you could collect some more pockets of the boy’s life, like you could find out enough to call him a friend, maybe, eventually.
“Hey Steve?” You waited until the boy made a little noise in the dark, signalling that he was still awake. “Tell me a secret?”
There was a beat of silence, one that made the room feel warmer, summer sneaking in from the outside. You heard the sheets shuffle, the rasp of skin on cotton.
“My dad gave me this black eye.”
His words were heavy, the way only a secret could feel. But it sounded like there was some relief colouring Steve’s whisper, like he felt lighter the minute he said the words.
“I’m sorry,” your response felt silly no matter how much you meant it.
“Tell me one too.”
You swallowed, paused, thinking. The hot prick of tears wet the corner of one eye and you were thankful for the dark, for the night. You brushed it away until it smeared into the mess of your hair, right by your ear.
“Uh, I realised last week that,” you coughed, cleared your throat, sounding more strained than you wanted to, “that I can’t really remember what my mom looks like. Not unless I looked at a photo.”
More silence, still warm, maybe hotter from the burn that lit up your skin. It felt a little like shame, maybe guilt, like your three year old mind was supposed to cling to the memory of the woman who left you, like you were supposed to remember the shape of her nose, the smell of her perfume, the colour that hid in the middle of her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Steve said too, and he sounded like he meant it as much as you did.
You both slept after that, each other’s secrets clutched to your chest and you dreamt of roadmaps and a blue, blue lake, where a brown eyed boy was waiting for you.
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KO-FI ♡
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Pls is there a part 2 to midnight city I want to know morning after and how everyone reacts to it because phew
A/N: When I originally posted midnight city on the old blog, this was one of my only fics that kept getting asked for part twos and I loved writing it, but really didn't know where to go. I guess, this lucky anon was the magical number to finally inspire this. And I will say, I do have a mini series all about Modern Steve coming out soon called "We'll Call it Love" - I hope you stick around for some more modern Steve.
But for you, anon & all of the wonderful people who asked for part 2? A little morning after blurb - enjoy 💋
Frozen:
part one: "Midnight City" | part two
modern!steve harrington x fem! reader
Summary: Steve Harrington still looks good in the morning. Your meddling friends have impeccable timing, but Steve and you still find time to get a little lost in each other. | masterlist | steve's music | NSFW 18+
WC Range: 1k-3k
Warnings: unprotected piv intercourse - creampie, petnames, Steve had stolen your shirt?, underwear found by friends
Lilac morning light falling across your eyelids as you wake from a dream you can’t quite remember, naked body stretching across soft sheets, arms under the pillow beneath your head. Lazily waking up in a bed that’s not your own, but somehow already feels like home. You let out a quiet yawn as you roll onto your side, eyes fluttering open at the warm breath that hits your cheek.
You bite your bottom lip as you take in the sleeping figure next to you. Steve’s face sharing your pillow, hair shorter than you’ve ever seen it before last night. His eyes moving in a dream under his closed eyelids, arms tucked under his chest, his back and shoulder muscles flexing as he shifts in his sleep.
You can’t help but watch him, taking in every slight twitch of a finger, a hitched breath, a snore - feeling like you’re watching an intimate and vulnerable version of the boy who keeps himself so guarded normally. His pink lips, soft and parted slightly, blowing air out in slow breaths and you’re a little mesmerized by them, remembering just how intimate you got with them last night.
You scoot your body slightly closer, sheets falling from your bare shoulder as your fingertips trace a light pattern across his back, your lips grazing his bicep, your body nudging into his.
You hear his breath shift as your fingers graze down his spine and back up, over his neck and scratching the back of his scalp. He moans a little, face burying itself in the shared pillow as you continue to scratch and card your fingers through the shorter hair and he stretches.
He finally opens his eyes as he turns his face towards yours. Eyes that aren’t quite blue nor green, mixing to form a color that reminds you of getting lost, blink at you and he smiles slowly, his voice deep and rough with sleep, “Good morning.”
His hand reaches over, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, trailing down your neck, shoulder, and your arm, all the way to the hand that had found its way to his chest and he lifts it and kisses your palm.
You feel your body warm at the gesture and he smirks, kissing your wrist and up your arm, scooting his body closer to yours until your skin to skin and you feel just how happy he is to see you this morning.
You whisper, afraid to pop the bubble that you’re in as he buries himself into your neck, “Morning, Steve.”
Soft kisses, down the column of your neck as he hums as a reply back to you, his hand on your lower back buzzing soft circles into your skin. He’s not doing anything overtly sexual and yet your stomach is flipping, toes curling and breath hitching every time his scruff catches and tickles your skin. You feel his morning erection pressed to your thigh twitch as his teeth nip your earlobe gently.
Lips trailing down your jaw as your eyelids flutter closed and you whisper, “Steve.”
His reply is not with words, but lips finding yours, swallowing your quiet sighs, his fingertips slipping down the curves of your body until he’s pulling his fingers through your wet folds and you shiver against him.
Both of you wrap your arms around each other, pulling one another tighter as his tongue dips out and licks your bottom lip. His length slips between your legs as you rotate your hips over him, easily sliding together from your slick.
Panting into him as he sucks your bottom lip between his own, hand pressing your head closer as his other lifts your thigh higher and over his hip, sliding his tip through your folds and teasing at your entrance.
You press yourself harder against him and both of you gasp as he slowly pushes into you, slowly falling deeper until it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins, filling you fully. Hand guiding your body, he starts thrusting into you, softly, easy, slow. He’s rolling you to your back, his lips moving over yours in a matching, agonizing pace.
Nose bumping against yours as hands find each other’s, his grip tight as he’s pushing them up over your head, burying himself fully inside you and he pushes you down into the mattress. Steve’s pace is teasing, giving you everything you want and then taking it away. Pulling out almost completely and thrusting into you further and harder each time, curls of hair hitting your sensitive nerves with each thrust, rubbing together creating a friction that has you moaning into his mouth.
Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking together as you drive your heels into him, forcing him even deeper and to stay put longer, and he laughs a little, nipping at your lips as you roll your hips against him. He releases one of your hands, fingers falling between your bodies as he presses soft figure eights into your swollen clit and your body jolts against him. Thrusting into you slowly, fingers circling and his lips back to yours has the band in your stomach stretched as far as it can go, ready to fall apart all over him.
Steve whispers against your mouth, “Come on baby, give into it.”
You whimper against him, his hips never relenting in their lazy but brutal thrusts, sure he’s leaving bruises deep inside of you with each one. Your back starts to arch off of the bed, gasping his name as you feel your walls tightening around him.
His other hand drags your jaw open as his kisses get a little hungrier, swallowing your screams as he presses his fingers into your clit harder, thrusting a little faster and you can’t hold it off any longer, begging him to fall apart with you.
He moans at your request, hands forgetting their previous positions and he wraps his arms around your back, holding you against his body and he suddenly thrusts into you quicker. Deeper, faster, you’re screaming into each other’s mouths, panting out one another’s names breathlessly. He holds you tightly against him and as you feel him twitch inside of you, painting your insides with his own high, you fall apart too, stars in your vision as you grip tightly to his back, lips pushing against his frantically as you ride out your orgasms together.
Holding each other, sweating temples pressed together, the world doesn’t exist. It’s just you and Steve and you’re unsure why it took so long to figure out, but there was no going back now.
“What are you thinking about?” His voice is softer and quieter than you’re used to. Opening your eyes you see his dancing around your face, fingers tightening on your back as he sighs against you.
You kiss his chin, hands wrapped around his neck as your fingers scratch up and behind his ears, laughing into his jaw, “That I wish we could freeze this moment. Because as soon as everyone finds out it’s going to be I told you so’s up the wazoo and Robin is going to-”
His eyes go wide and he gasps, “Shit!”
He’s pulling himself away from you, both of you wincing at the quick and sudden loss and you pull the sheet around you and watch him frantically pull clothes from his dresser and yank them on haphazardly as you speak, “It was the wazoo wasn't it? You find me horribly unattractive now? You know, as I was saying it I really-”
He came over and kissed you once quickly and laughed, “I loved the wazoo, I love-”
He stopped himself and your eyes went wide. He cleared his throat, tapping your nose before he buttoned his jeans, “I love that we have wonderful friends who are going to be here in less than five minutes for brunch.”
Too caught up in the chaos of his statement, his previous almost slip-up fades to the back of your mind as you search for where pieces of your clothing got thrown the night before.
He tosses you a shirt that could be yours.
Wait.
It is yours.
You hold it up, “Why do you have this? I have been looking for this for months..”
He squints, scratches his jaw and points at the window and you turn to look and he dashes out the bedroom door as a loud buzzing falls from his entryway, signaling that someone had arrived downstairs.
You call out as you pull yourself together quicker than you ever have, “Don’t think you’re off the hook buddy! I accused Robin, Nancy, and Eddie of stealing this! My favorite band tshirt and you had it the whole time?!”
His voice calls out quietly from the kitchen, “What? I can’t hear you?”
You mumble under your breath about how you were dating a pervert and your hands stop in your hair. You were dating right? I mean, Steve wrote his goddamn name in your pussy and he had your tshirt and you’re pretty sure he almost just said I love you. You had to be dating.
Right?
You rounded the corner in the hallway, barefoot soft steps to see him staring at a set of coffee mugs as you asked, “Steve?”
He handed you a mug with coffee exactly as you took it and you smiled, but frowned as you set it down, “Are we dating? What do we tell people? Cause in about five-”
The melodic “secret” knock of Robin tapped on the door before it opened, her humming and arrogant smirk filling the apartment. Nancy’s and Eddie’s directly behind her.
Eddie grinned, “Oh good, Y/N. You’re here already.”
You folded your arms, refusing to give them even an inch of fuel for their fire, “Yep.”
They all smiled like triplet Cheshire cats, glances bouncing between you and then at Steve who was finding something in the other room extremely interesting.
Robin walked further into the apartment, a box of donuts sliding onto the counter as she tapped it, looking between you and her best friend as she said, “Well, we tried to call a bunch of times to see if you needed a ride. But, looks like Harrington beat us to it.”
Steve choked on his coffee and you glared at her.
“Yeah, I tried calling too, you must have been busy.”
And here you thought Nancy was supposed to be the mature one.
Eddie lifted his finger and pointed to the living room, “I-”
You interrupted in a yell, “We had sex! Okay? Everyone happy? Got that out of your systems? Can we all be adults please?”
Robin and Nancy grinned, Eddie mashed his lips together and Steve tapped your shoulder and you spun on him, “What? They were going to find out anyways and-”
He nodded slightly and you followed the gaze of his eyes to your underwear hanging on the plant where Eddie had been pointing originally.
You growled something about everyone keeping their mouths shut, grabbed the offending item of clothing and closed the door to his bedroom as you fell face first onto his bed.
Steve wasn’t too far behind you, slipping in through the door and clicking it closed softly before poking your side, “Come on, it’s not so bad.”
Your phone buzzed three times and you pulled it out and huffed, showing it to him. Ignoring the million missed calls and texts and focusing on the most recent three in the group text.
Robin: So, we did establish I’m the best man and Nance is the maid of honor right?
Nancy: They were really cute underwear Y/N, if that makes you feel any better.
Eddie: Need us to make ourselves scarce?
You peeked over your folded arms at Steve biting his cheek as you heard Eddie and Robin yelling through the door about being best man’s, flower girls, and so on. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. All this extra pressure and nonsense, it made it confusing and it would hurt even more if it didn't work out. Thoughts you hadn’t even cared to think about last night because you were too caught up in the moment now flooding your brain.
Steve laid on the bed next to you, his crossed arms next to yours as his chin rested on them and he whispered, “I’d like the answer to be yes by the way.”
You sighed, “Yes? To what?”
He smiled, rolling to his side and wrapping his arm around you, tugging you closer like it was natural and a thing you’d done with each other for years, not one night. He kissed your forehead, “Dating. I’d like the answer to be yes.”
You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled, legs tangling together as your arms wrapped around his neck and you nodded, stomach floating with butterflies, “I’d like that too.”
He kissed down your jaw and whispered, “And as far as telling the others…something tells me they already know.”
You buried your face in his chest, inhaling a familiar scent of Steve in a new way, laughing through your embarrassment. He pulled your face up gently, kissing your nose before your lips tenderly. A lot had happened, and more would, and no doubt there was plenty to figure out. But for now, it was just you and him and that was all that mattered.
Hearing something about how the suit would look better on Robin over Eddie, you smiled.
Well, mostly it was just you and him.
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hiiiiiii ruby i LOVE you and i would like to request a ❤️🔥 from the hundred different kisses list! 46. a swirling reunion kiss <3 love u xo @familyvideostevie
hiiiii em <3 i love YOU and i hope u sincerely enjoy whipped as fuck boyfriend stevie <3 he's pathetic and i desire him carnally MWAH @familyvideostevie 1k+
It’s not often you and Steve are apart.
Definitely not for this long. Call it codependency or call it ‘we survived some tumultuous life-changing-but-in-a-bad-way shit together’ but it’s become a habit between the two of you.
You can have a couple nights apart, here and there, of course. But between the nightmares and Steve’s affinity for touch, it’s never too long before you wind up back attached at the hip.
A lifetime ago, before you knew anything about demogorgans or how to wield an axe to save your own skin, you would’ve kept yourself up at night wondering if you were being too clingy. Would’ve consulted gossip magazines and toed the line of flirty and playing hard to get.
Steve leaves no room for doubt; he’d have you around always if he could. It’s shown in his utter delight upon seeing you or in his pouty disappointment every time you have to go.
It just makes it all the worse when you do have to leave — this time in particular, it’s a week away, to visit your grandparents out of state.
Steve thinks a week is entirely too long and tells you so with a grumble, his face tucked away in your neck. You’re both tucked up on your bed but really, he’s supposed to be over to help you pack. Your suitcase sits open on your floor, untouched since Steve’s arrival and subsequent flop on your bed.
“It’s just a week,” You say, aiming to cheer him up, even just a little. Steve’s resounding grumble tells you that it hasn’t worked. In fact, he wrenches his face out and somehow, the crinkle between his brows gets impossibly deeper.
“Just a week? Are you even hearing yourself?”
You don’t mean to smile but your boyfriend is so dramatic that sometimes you can’t help it. You hide it behind a cough and try to school your expression back to seriousness — you are going to seriously miss him.
A week will be hard. But maybe not quite the impossible feat Steve seems to be making it out as. He looks as though you’ve asked him to consider raising a demodog together, all aghast in the face.
“It’ll be over before you know it,” You assure him sweetly. Reaching out, you card a hand through his soft hair, the strands fluttering against your fingers.
Steve sighs, his entire chest deflating a bit, and he wastes no time burying his face back into your neck. You manage to catch a faint mumble of what if i forget what you smell like? and this time, you actually can’t stop yourself from laughing aloud.
This only encourages Steve’s grumbling. He pinches your side, not meanly, and you squeal, batting his hand away.
“It’s a serious concern!” He insists, wiggling his face out once more to face you with a pout.
You giggle lightly, just moving forward to press a quick peck to his puckered lips. Steve’s lashes flutter, momentarily distracted by the feel of your lips against his. He chases your lips, more disappointed when you don’t let him steal another kiss.
“You aren’t taking my boyfriend concerns seriously,” He whines, his hands setting alight with movement. Your apprehension grows as they near your sides, prime tickle zone, yet you can’t stop your smile.
“Guilty as charged.” You admit with a sheepish smile. His fingers move before you can seize the chance to wriggle away, beginning a relentless attack.
Very little packing gets done that night. You blame Steve when you show up at your grandparents with just two pairs of pants packed.
The week is hell. Mainly, because your grandparents are old-school and had frowned deeply when you had tried to sneak off to call Steve on the first night. It results in an accidental week-long detox from your boyfriend, no phone calls, no nothing.
By night three away, you have to admit, all his grumbling was correct — you desperately miss the sound of his voice, the scent on all his clothes. His boyfriend concerns were well-founded and you find yourself wishing you had stolen a sweater of his before you left.
It also means, by the time the week is done, you’re practically dancing in your seat with anticipation the entire drive home.
So, to see your doorstep empty, not even a glimpse of Steve’s maroon BMW on the drive in, sinks your heart just a bit. You're sure he'd come meet you today. All the excited energy you harbored seems to dial down a bit and suddenly, your suitcase seems even heavier than on your original departure.
You lug it up the stairs, steps heavy, and ignore the faint calls from your parents telling you they’re heading out to grab some takeout for dinner. Your appetite seems to have dwindled in your disappointment. Your only hunger is for a kiss.
It feels as though your heart has crumpled, just a bit, at Steve’s absence. For all his whinging and whining, you would’ve thought he’d be here the moment you returned. Worse, you know he doesn’t have a shift today. Your chest screws up a bit tighter at the knowledge of that.
Nudging open your door with a shoulder, you must look a picture of downtrodden, head hung low, feet dragging along the carpet. With a pathetic sigh, you all but drop your suitcase carelessly and begin to toe off your shoes.
You let out a little shiver at the breeze coming through your window — wait, your window? You didn’t leave your window open...
Head shooting up, you get about one second to notice him before Steve is on you. His arms are around your waist, head burrowing into the crook of your neck and you barely get out a surprised noise before your feet are up and off the floor.
“Steve!” You manage to squeak out, a bewildered noise of happiness. You waste no time in wrapping him back up in a hug, though it’s not as you have much choice with the way he swirls you around, all brazen and wild.
“Baby, baby, baby,” He’s muttering sweetly, barely stopping even when he finally places you back on the ground. His hand is on your face, sweeping along your jaw and he seems ecstatic, body buzzing like a live-wire, “You’re back.”
You nod, a bit overwhelmed by the love. You suddenly feel silly for even considering he wouldn’t be here.
“I’m back.” You affirm, a happy laugh tumbling out.
Steve eyes are a bit misty but you hardly get a moment to coo over him when they dart to your lips and he moves like a man possessed. His lips capture yours, passionate and strong, a kiss he’s been saving up all week. It smooths out every crease in your heart, makes your chest tingle until it feels utterly light inside and you’re positively glowing from love.
He’s breathing hard when he pulls back, staying close enough to press his forehead to yours. He’s flushed a bit in the cheeks and his grin is wide, betraying his pure glee.
“Hi.” He pants, tongue darting out to lick his lips momentarily. “Welcome back.”
You laugh, unable to help yourself, so delirious with happiness; so content with his love. “Might be worth going away if this is the welcoming committee I get.” You say, teasingly.
Steve’s hands on your waist tighten and without missing a beat, his feet begin to tug you both backwards in the direction of the bed. You stumble after him, completely enamored and warm in the face. Your cheeks hurt from smiling.
“You thought that was the welcoming committee? Sweetheart...”
By the time you wander downstairs to nab some dinner, what feels like hours later, your mom fixes you with a particular look. The hickies on your neck are too high up to cover and you’re too happy to notice them, until the look you receive. She just smiles, rolls her eyes teasingly, and pushes the takeout container in your direction.
“Fix him a plate too, and tell your boyfriend I said hi.”
#every time i finish one of these at the moment#its a goddamn miracle#why are they suddenly SO hard#blaming it all on my period fr#i literally want so badly to have a good ol makeout w him#that ends with us both covered in hickies :) pls#ruby's very own tour of hawkins#steve harrington#steve x reader#steve harringon x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington blurb#stevie blurb!#lessssgo#i keep making these like 1k+ words that'll by its taking me fuckin forever#SORRY TEAM but no im not#brain works on its own schedule i simply do what i can#ruby writes steve
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Scoops Ahoy Ken! - Steve Edition Imagine/Headcannon
Inspired by my post which is blowing up because everyone loves babygirl Steve 😫❤️
Ken Doll come to Life!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Warnings: oral (f & m recieving)(implied), nsfw below cut, fluff
So I’m thinking in the scenario where you randomly decide you’d like to buy a doll because you didn’t have a childhood where you got to play with dolls or any toys but as an adult, now on your own, you get to live out your dreams.
So you purchased this limited edition ken doll called “Scoops Ahoy Steve” because you thought he looked so pretty.
One day, you have a dream that he comes to life. Then, some luck of god and the next morning he’s life-sized and alive, sitting in your living room and waiting for you. You’d teach him about life and he’d be such a cute little himbo.
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Fluffy Headcanons
I think he’s the type to be very possessive of you because he still has memories of himself as a doll and remembers how well you’ve taken care of him so he’s madly in love with you
He’d try cooking for you but he’s not very good at it—because how the frick do you work a stove without burning everything down?
He knows how to fix a mean ice cream sundae, though 🍨
Scoops Ahoy Steve’s lore is that he’s a part-time babysitter so he’s great with kids and he’d like to imagine that someday you and him could have kids, however that works 🤭
Scoops Ahoy Steve’s personality is very whimsical because he’s always wanting to know about the world. Think of him like Giselle from Enchanted. He’s always so friendly with everyone he meets and loves putting smiles on everyone’s faces.
Whenever you’d curse too much, he’d lovingly call you a “sailor mouth”
Scoops Ahoy Steve makes such a great boyfriend because he loves to be attentive to you like a true Ken doll. He’s very supportive of everything you do and always wants to make you feel special
He loves wearing his sailor suit from time to time even though he has plenty of options of clothes to choose from since you’ve taken him shopping. He especially loves the way you look at him when he’s in it.
He’s very stylish though with his Ken doll background and sometimes will coordinate outfits for the two of you
He never has a bad photo or bad hair day. Ever even if you’ve tried catching him off guard the guy’s a model. Meanwhile, he has tons of photos of you in his phone ranging from cute to down right embarrassing but he loves looking at them whenever you’re not around
He gets a job as a manager to an ice cream place and he’s so happy because it’s what he knows and that the real world’s not such a scary place after all
He eventually adjusts better to our world and figures out he’s good at other things like playing sports and making children laugh. So he dreams of some day going to college to work towards being a teacher or coach 👨🏫
Again this man loves you. Like he LOVES YOU and will go all out to prove his love and devotion to you. I’m talking extravagant parties, anniversaries, just any event where he can make it all about you.
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NSFW Headcanons
Scoops Ahoy Steve would find your little ‘toy’ and he’d be so curious but jealous about it like, “Do you play with it as much as you did with me?” And it just be such an innocent question but he wouldn’t exactly understand the implications.
In the world he comes from, sex is nonexistent because everything is meant to be innocent. But he knows there’s more to just being boyfriend and girlfriend because he always gets the sudden urge to hold you down and kiss you, rubbing himself all over you
So when he finally does some research on exactly what that means, he’ll do everything he can to study the ways he can pleasure you
And pleasure you he does! The first time he performs oral for you was such an unsuspecting day because you didn’t see him as the type to be interested in sex. But that day he cooked you a meal he learned from a youtube tutorial, gave you some nice wine to sip on, and, of course, he wears thee suit. Then, once he feels like you’re relaxed enough he’ll start kissing all over your body.
You’d be so hot all over but feel like it’s wrong but he lips just feels so soft, wet against your skin after each kiss. You’d watch him kiss down your body, pulling off down your skirt and underwear and you’d know where this was going.
“You don’t have to do that, Steve. I’d love you even if we never—”
“But I need to,” He’d protest, eyes blown from a feeling of list he’s never experienced before. “I need to taste you.”
When the man eats, he’s a man starved. His studying paid off for sure because you think he’s mastered the art of cunnilingus. Every gasp and whine you make would egg him on and he’d do the most to get you to be as vocal as possible.
He wouldn’t mind when you’d curse all that much knowing how good you must feel. In fact, he’d even test some of those words on his lips as he moans into your core.
“Fuck, you taste so good, love. So creamy and sweet.” He’d groan against your core, thinking of all the various things he plans to do with you now that he’s had a taste. He’ll possibly involve some ice cream play in his next tryst with you.
Loves when you pull his hair and grind against his face because he knows he’s doing a good job
But he doesn’t understand the concept of overstimulation and tears of pleasure so when you weeping and forcing his head away 5 orgasms later, he thinks he did something wrong until you reassure that it’s so good that it becomes painful
He’s still confused asking you to show him so you ask if you could return the favor and you blow the hell out of him and his mind
Aftercare involves him just cuddling you and telling you how lucky he is to have you, hands all over your body to remind you that he loves your body as is even when you don’t always feel like beautiful.
We stan fictional men here! Scoops Ahoy Steve as white boy of the month pls 😘❤️😍
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Eddie “I was made for lovin’ you” Munson is the one who falls first and has been pining after steve since like, middle school
Steve “I never find out ‘till I’m head over heels” Harrington is 100% the one who falls harder (and did immediately after getting shoved to the wall of that boathouse)
#steve harringon#eddie munson#steddie#steddie headcanon#steve x eddie#st#st4#stranger things s4#stranger things#tears for fears#kiss#head over heels#i was made for lovin' you#100#500
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❛ you got me flowers? ❜ With Mr Stevie 🥺😊 thank you Lola
Steve Harrington x female reader
“You got me flowers?”
thank you for requesting nonnie :)
You’re walking up to the Family Video just as Robin’s shutting the open sign off, and she smiles, unlocking the door to let you in.
“Dingus can’t even close without you here?” She wonders, snarky and smug.
“Oh stop,” You raise an eyebrow. “Steve told me Nance was in here on your lunch break.”
Robin flushes under her freckles, muttering something underneath her breath. You follow her to the back, bouquet of daises tucked against your side.
Robin notices and smiles softly, forgetting about her previous teasing.
“Dingus, your girlfriend’s here!” She calls into the back.
She grabs her bag from underneath the counter, shrugs off her green vest and turns to you—“He’s all yours.”
“Night Robs.” You grin, shaking your head, amused.
Steve must not have heard Robin yelling into the back—how you don’t know—because he looks surprised when you step into the room, eyes wide, with a grin.
“Hey you,” He says fondly, dropping the stack of films he’d been organizing.
“Hi handsome.”
You reach up to hug him, flower petals brushing softly against the back of his neck. You chuckle against his lips when he doesn’t notice, and he pulls back, thick brows furrowed above his doe eyes.
You brandish the bouquet from behind his back, and puzzlement paints his pretty features.
“You got me flowers?” He murmurs softly.
“Yeah. Pretty flowers for my pretty boy.”
“Stop,” He whines, a flush creeping up his face and ears.
He takes the flowers carefully, observing them before shoving them to his face, nose brushing against them, sniffing obnoxiously.
“Steve!” You giggle, lightly pushing at his shoulder.
“Thank you baby.” He smiles, genuine and warm. “I love them.”
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Do a Steve Harrington smut in the back of scoops ahoy where robin has to cover for you guys :)
I'll give it a go :)
here ya go love <3
Steve Harrington x fem!Reader
A/N- This is my first writing work so it's honestly pretty shitty and needs some work. I would LOVE to hear feedback and any constructive criticism-emphasis on constructive bc i'm sensitive so be nice, ty :)
Summary-You help Steve feel better after a long day of work and a fight with his parents
Warnings-SMUT, little bit of sad Steve and one tired af Robin, mini covo about shitty parent-child relationship 😒, very impatient reader
You walk through the Scoops Ahoy doorway in search of your boyfriend. As you make your way over to the counter you notice that Robin looks a little frazzled. She looked like a shell of her usual self. She was hunched over the counter, beads of sweat sliding down her forehead, hair sticking to the sides of her face taking slow and deep breaths trying to ground herself.
"Hey Robin.....long day? You look like you just got ran over by a truck......or two."
"Yeah, uh the boss just fired 4 people because she caught them all smoking weed in the bathroom." Robin breathes out with a slight chuckle at the end. "Right now it's pretty much just Steve and I working, besides this one really old woman who is pretty much on her fucking death bed." Robin huffs out, rubbing circles on her temples.
"Jesus Robin, maybe you should take a damn break, how long have you been here?"
"Since uhhh" She twists her body around to read the clock hanging on the wall. "Since around 6."
"Well where the hell is Steve?" Her face falls slightly at the mention of his name.
"He's uhh, he's in the break room, he's pretty beat too. But luckily in the past 20 minutes or so things have finally died down. I've just had a lot of cleaning to do. You should go back for a few and try to cheer him up, he's been in a pretty shitty mood today. I can cover up here for a bit."
"Alright I'll go check on him, but if you need help out here yell back and I'll send him out." You smile at her before turning on your heel, heading for the break room.
You slowly push open the door, peering your head in inch by inch.
"Steve?" you softly say. "Baby, are you in here?"
Turning the corner you finally see him. His limbs are sprawled out as he lay on his back on the disgusting old tile of break room floor, his arms covering his eyes. You walk over to him immediately, kneeling beside his body.
"Hey, what's wrong love? Robin told me you weren't doing so hot today." You say, gently removing his hand from his face to hold it in your own, caressing his warm skin with your thumb.
"I'm sorry I haven't been able to call today, I've just been super busy at the store and I had a huge fight with my parents this morning, i-i-it's fine i'm just uh...i'm just taking a minute." He reaches up with his opposite hand, dragging it down his face, exhaling a large puff of air.
His voice sounded slightly hoarse, you assume from the yelling and arguing with his parents. You knew Steve had issues with his parents, he never kept his family dynamic a secret from you. But anytime something happens with them it never fails to send a sharp pain in your chest at the thought of Steve being unhappy. Though it doesn't happen often, when Steve fights with his parents (usually his father) he goes dark. Not wanting to talk or be around anyone for days on end.
But since you two started dating he's turned to you to lift his spirits. He always tells you how much you help him feel better whenever he's going through something.
Rising to stand, you reach for Steve's other hand, pulling him to his feet. "I'm so sorry love, I know how they can be. what were you guys fighting about this time?" you ask, gazing into his deep, carmel brown eyes, a soft frown settling over your features. "Ahh just college bullshit, none of it matters anyways. I'm much better now that you're here." He sighs, pulling your left hand to his lips, placing a few soft kisses on your knuckles.
Steve's Dad has always had high expectations for Steve, though rarely being home when he does take the occasional pit stop at the Harrington house it's never for long and it's never good for Steve.
"It does matter Steve, everything about you matters. Your problems are my problems too, if you need to talk about it i'm always willing to listen."
"I know baby and I always appreciate when you let me talk, but right now i'm so sick of thinking about it, I just want to be here with you. I want you to be the only thing on my mind."
"My beautiful..."
He brings both his hands to the sides of your face, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.
"Caring..."
then a kiss to your cheek.
"Insanely sexy, girlfriend."
Tilting your head up with his hands, placing a final slow kiss to your lips.
Moving your arms to rest on his shoulders, you feel them relax more and more the longer his lips remain on yours. After a few seconds he pulls away smiling.
*I guess I really do make him feel better.*
The thought brings a blush to your face.
"Oh shut up Harrington, you're just trying to get in my pants." You joke with a giggle.
"And if I am?" Steve retorts. Eyes challenging your next words.
You pause, trying to gauge your next move.
"And if you are........I'd be very willing to help you relieve some stress." You say, the right corner of your lips slowly turning upwards into a small smirk.
Steve's breath hitches, lips parting slightly, hot air fanning your face being clearly affected by your words. You pick up on his irregular breathing and decide to take it a step farther with a phrase you know will REALLY get him going.
You slowly move your head to the side of his head until your lips are brushing his ear.
"I want you to use me Steve." you whisper in a sultry tone, sending a chill down Steve's spine.
Almost immediately after finishing your sentence, Steve's hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your lips to crash into his. He inhales deeply through his nose when you both collide. Lips fitting together like a puzzle piece, pulling away momentarily before fitting together again from a new angle. Lips sliding over each other in a sort of dance.
You moan into Steve's mouth when he moves his hand from the back of your neck, sliding both hands down to grip your ass. He uses your moan as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth to meet yours.
"Steve" you whine out.
"What Y/n? What's wrong baby?" stopping immediately, looking over your face worriedly. Scanning for any discomfort or pain.
"I'm fine, I just don't want Robin to walk in on this, let alone hear this shit. It'll scar her for life, she'll never be able to look me in the eye again."
"Y/n....I could give a shit about Robin or anyone else right now. I just need you.....Please baby?"
You take a step back from him and start towards the door.
"Y/n?" "We don't have to Y/n, I'm sorry we c-"
His worries cut off by the sound of the lock clicking. You turn to face him, trying not to smile.
"Oh-" "I mean yeah I knew you weren't gonna walk out on me, I just-"
"Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me." You state harshly, pulling your top off.
He stands staring at your exposed chest for a few seconds.
"Yea- um yeah I, absolutely I was ju-"
Steve's babbling was cut short by your lips reattaching to his. Only this kiss was hotter. Tongues clashing immediately, breath hot and heavy. Steve's arms scoops you up, slamming you to sit onto the break room table, almost knocking the wind out of you. Your arms reach up to rest around his neck. His mouth finds it's place back on yours, hands sliding down the outer part of your exposed thigh, massaging the skin while moving his lips to your neck. Biting and sucking on the spot under your ear that he knows you particularly enjoy, causing you to let out a soft groan. His fingers inch their way closer and closer the where you need his touch most, skirt being pushed up your waist in the process. His thumb grazes your aching clit through your panties this time an loud moan escapes your agape mouth.
Steve's hand immediately flies up to cover your mouth. "You have to be quiet baby, you're gonna get us caught and I've barely even touched you yet."
His fingers curl around the waist band of your lace panties, ever so slowly dragging them down your thighs. Kissing down your leg, falling to his knees when he gets down your calves.
Finally pulling your panties all the way down, he tosses them over his shoulder, not paying attention to where they land. He grabs your legs placing them gently over his broad shoulders, gaze rolling down your body, admiring the position he has you in. Your patience runs thin watching him just stare at you while you're practically dripping onto the floor with anticipation.
"Steve, just touch me already or I will."
He immediately obliges, thumb making full contact with your clit as he begins rubbing small ,slow circles. Your head falls back, biting down on your lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure, a quiet groan still slipping through.
"You like that baby?" Steve whispers, hot breath fanning your pussy. Eyes gazing into yours.
"Fu-fucking hell, Yes!" You barely manage to push out.
His thumb removes from your clit, middle finger trailing down to slowly push into you. Tongue replacing where his thumb was, he gets to work. He alternates between licking and sucking on your clit, finger pumping in and out of you, slowly adding in another finger. His unoccupied hand reached up to pull the cup of your bra down, gripping your tit. Gently pinching and twisting your nipple before sliding his hand back down your stomach.
"Steve" you mutter.
"What baby? whats wrong?" He halts his movements, worrying he did something wrong.
"NO, no don't fucking stop, I need more."
"What do you need from me baby?"
"I need to feel you." You pause, taking a few deep breaths.
"I need you inside of me."
He grips the top of your thighs, using them to push to his feet. Your thighs part for him to stand between them, legs hooking around his back. His lips went back on yours only for a moment before he pulls away, forehead resting against yours.
"I gotcha baby, i'm gonna make you feel good."
He pecks you once more before reaching for your skirt. You grip his shoulders so you can lift your hips, helping him to slide the skirt off your body. Your lips reattach, his tongue sliding in between your lips. He simultaneously reaches around your back to unclasp your bra with one hand, letting your bra fall onto the table beside you. You reach out, pulling his scoops ahoy uniform shorts down his legs. He kicks them off his feet and pulls his dick out of his grey boxers.
You could see just how hard Steve was. Veins bulging out, tip leaking. You wanted it in your mouth so bad. But you wanted it inside of you even more.
You stared him in the eyes as you licked up your palm, hand reaching to grip his cock. Steve lets out a loud groan at the contact. Your thumb swirls around his tip, spreading his pre cum. You pump his dick slowly before rubbing his tip through your folds. His hand grips your wrist, taking himself in his hand. Your hands grip his shoulders in preparation of what's to come.
"You ready baby?"
You softly nod your head yes. Upon your signal he licks his lips before slowly pushing into your body, both moaning out at the sensation. He hold still for a minute allowing your body to adjust to his size. You give him a nod to let him know that he can start moving.
He pulls out of you until he's almost all the way out before gliding back in. Even from the first stroke your mind is sent into a spiral. His thrusts gradually increase in speed, hips rolling into yours, pelvis rubbing your clit with each movement.
Your moans fill the room despite your best efforts, as he works you closer and closer to your orgasm.
You're were both so caught up in the moment that you almost didn't hear Robins voice through the frosted glass window. But then it hits you...Robin's calling for Steve's help.
"Hey guys, quit fucking around and get out here, It's getting busy again!"
Shit.
You look worriedly into Steve's eyes. His hips never faultering.
"Uh, Yeah! I'll be- I'll be out in a second Robin!"
"Steve stop, Robin n- Mmm, Robin needs help out there."
"I could give a shit about Robin, I'll help her after you cum." He says softly between thrusts.
His hips pick up speed, the table about to tip over from how hard he's fucking into you. He lifts your right leg over his hip, the new angle allowing him to hit deeper inside of you causing you to nearly scream out.
One hand covers you mouth, the other gripping for dear life onto Steve's bicep. You slip the hand from Steve's arm to make fast, hard circles on your clit.
A moment later you're both on cloud 9. Both of your loud moans fill the air. Lips clashing in an attempt to quiet your moans, but you knew that Robin had to have heard that.
You both sit there trying to catch your breath. Steve slowly pulls out of you, reaching to grab a tissue to clean you up.
"That was so fucking hot." You laugh out, slipping your panties and skirt back on.
"I know." Steve smiles. "I love you so much."
"Hmm, I love you more handsome." You beam up at him.
Once you're both dressed, you make way toward the door. Stopping Steve just before he can push it open, you pull him into a final sweet kiss.
You finally break out of you bubble, pushing open the doors to see Robin running around scooping ice cream and throwing toppings around frantically. She notices your presence and turns to glare at you two.
"You know you guys weren't discrete at fucking all right!? Steve you owe me so much."
"Yeah, yeah I know. Sorry."
He turns to say goodbye to you.
"Hey, I'll see you later yeah?"
"Of course, baby." You say before turning your head to whisper in his ear.
"By the way, your shorts are on backwards."
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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader
summary ❧ steve stops by the wheeler’s house the previous night, making false assumptions of his own—leading to a fist fight
warnings ❧ female!reader, steve being an asshole, shit writing, mentions of blood, mentions of fighting, panic attack
word count ❧ 2.5k
additional notes ❧ none ´･ᴗ･`
Later that day, Nancy, Jonathan and I make our way into a supply store, ready to gather tools for our plan of destroying the monster. Splitting up, we wander throughout the store, searching for the items we need. As I take a careful look around, I notice a crowbar that resembles mine, the same one I lost going through the tree last night.
Together, we all approach the counter and put our items on it, which includes, nails, hammers, bear trap, lighter fluid, and my crowbar. The man at the counter looks at us like we're crazy. We might be.
"And I'll have four boxes of the .38's." Jonathan says to the man who goes back to grab the boxes.
I anxiously drum my fingers across the counter, silently humming to a song. The man comes back with the four boxes, still giving us a confused look.
"What you kids doin' with all this?" The man asks finally.
There's a pause as the three of us glance at each other.
"Monster hunting." I offer with a shrug.
"Huh." The man scoffs before ringing us up.
Nancy, Jonathan, and I walk out of the store hands full of bags and boxes as we approach Jonathan's car.
"Monster hunting?" Jonathan laughs at my previous explanation to the man in the shop.
Amused, we all laugh, as Jonathan opens the trunk of his car, carefully placing the boxes and bags inside.
"You know, last week I was shopping for a new top I thought Steve might like. It took me and Barb all weekend." Nancy laughs at the memory, "It seemed like life or death, you know? And... and now—"
"You're shopping for bear traps with Jonathan Byers." Jonathan concludes the girl's thought with a little chuckle as he closes his trunk.
"And (Y/n) Henderson," I pipe in with a wide grin.
"Yeah." Nancy concludes, with a soft smile.
"What's the weirdest part?" Jonathan asks with his own little grin, "Us or the bear trap?"
"You guys." Nancy replies sarcastically still with a smile plastered on her face.
"Definitely us." I add before we all laugh lightly.
Suddenly, breaking our bonding moment, a car comes rolling down the street with a couple honks.
"Hey Nance," A douchebag from school, Reed, calls out, "Can't wait to see your movie." He comments before laughing and driving away with his friend.
"What the hell was that?" Jonathan asks as we look at each other in confusion.
"I don't know," Nancy replies looking quizzically down the street.
Then it dawns on me.
I turn around at the same time as Nancy and we glance at each other, thinking the same thing.
"What?" Jonathan asks as we turn.
Nancy and I take off, walking quickly down the sidewalk and towards the local movie theater.
"What?" Jonathan asks again as we walk away, "Hey, where are you guys going?"
Nancy and I catch glimpse of the red paint on the board above the theater, before we start running.
"Nancy, (Y/n)! Wait!" Jonathan calls out from not far behind us, "Guys!"
With a look of horrified dismay on her face, Nancy leads us across the street, finally arriving at the movie theater. When we see the signboard it reads, "All The Right Moves, Starring Nancy THE SLUT Wheeler", in big red, easily recognizable hand writing.
Steve. What the hell did you do.
Nancy seems to be stunned into silence as Jonathan comes up behind us.
"Jesus," He whispers, noticing the board too.
Suddenly I hear the loud sounds of spray cans and Tommy's familiar laughter, in the nearby alley. With a scowl on my face, I force myself to walk quickly towards the noise, my feet pounding on the pavement. Reaching the sources of the racket, I find Steve, standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching Tommy as he spray paints the wall. To my annoyance, Carol is obviously right by Tommy's side and even Nichole, the girl who ratted Jonathan out about the whole pictures thing, had joined then.
With a scowl still clearly plastered on my face, I walk up to Steve and quickly shove his chest, making him stumble backward with a surprised grunt.
"What the hell did you do?" I hiss lowly at Steve, attempting to shove him again, only for him to grab my wrists and hold them tightly.
"I didn't do anything, freak." He hisses back with narrowed eyes before letting go of my wrists.
"Ooh, she's feisty today," Tommy comments with a chuckle, causing both Carol and Nichole to let out giggles.
"Shut up, Tommy," I snap whipping my head towards the boy I've always hated.
I take a few steps towards Tommy, my knuckles clenched in a tight fist, ready to throw a punch at him. But before I can do so, Steve grabs my wrist, bringing it back down. As I start to back away, Tommy suddenly whips his arm out and slaps my cheek with brute force, probably leaving behind a red print on my skin. Grabbing my cheek, I stare at Tommy in disbelief, unable to comprehend what just happened.
"Tommy." Steve hisses at his friend, a warning and look of disapproval in his eyes. He then pulls me by the waist, placing me by his side and puts his own hand on my cheek to check for any signs of hurt. I immediately swat his hand away with a look of anger, taking a few steps back to create some distance between us. As Steve sees my reaction, he looks at me with an expression filled with regret.
Before Steve can utter an apology out, Nancy comes strutting down the alleyway. She wears a furious expression on her face which seems to grab everyone's attention.
"Aw, hey there princess." Carol teases, turning towards the fuming girl.
"Uh oh, she looks upset." Tommy says with a tooth-eating grin.
Nancy walks right up to Steve, her eyes fixed on him with hurt and teary eyes. Without a second thought, she slaps him hard across his cheek, just as I had been by Tommy moments ago. The shock of her action causes Steve to bring his hand up to his cheek.
A loud "ooh" rings out, everyone just as surprised at the strength and intensity of the slap they'd just witnessed.
"What is wrong with you?" Nancy spits in Steve's face.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? I was worried about you." Steve shoots back immediately, "I can't believe that I was actually worried about you." He scoffs.
"What are you talking about?" She replies, still angrily but now confused.
"I wouldn't lie if I were you." Carol comments as Jonathan comes up from behind Nancy, "You don't want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?" She finishes with a smile.
"Speak of the devil," Tommy says, noticing Jonathan, "Hi." He says after jumping down from his original spot.
"You came by last night?" Nancy concludes, looking at Steve who has his eyes locked on Jonathan.
"Ding ding ding," Carol says in a sing-song voice, "Does she get a prize?" She questions teasingly as Tommy wraps his arm around her.
"Look, I don't know what you think you saw, but it wasn't like that." Nancy tells Steve desperately, taking a couple steps forward.
"What, you just let him into your room to... study?" Steve says, finally glancing away from Jonathan.
"Or for another pervy photo session?" Tommy says with a laugh.
"We were just—" Nancy starts.
"You were just what?" Steve asks instantaneously, "Finish the sentence. Finish... the sentence." He dares his girlfriend who stand in front of him, breathing heavily.
"Go to hell Nancy." Steve whispers finally.
"Come on guys, lets just leave." I say quietly, walking forward to grab Nancy and Jonathan's arms.
"Where are you going, (Y/n)? Carol asks with a smirk, "We all know you're just Steve's little bitch. All you do is follow him around like a little puppy dog." She pouts slightly, and Tommy makes whining noises.
I turn, rage bubbling inside me, ready to unleash my anger on something. Before I can act on my impulse, Jonathan grabs my arm and tugs me away from the group.
"You know what Byers? I'm actually kind of impressed." Steve says, refusing to let the argument go, "I always took you for a queer, but I guess you're just a little screw-up like your father. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, that house is full of screw-ups."
With an overwhelming surge of emotion, my body instinctively moves towards Steve and my fist swings upward to connect with his nose, exactly like he taught me.
"Steve... Do we have to do this?" I sigh, following behind the boy to his backyard.
"Yep. We're doing this." Steve says looking back at me, "You need to be prepared for bad situations, (Y/n). I'm just trying to protect you."
"Fine..." I say, before Steve grabs my hands getting them into a solid starting position.
"So you just..." Steve explains, showing me his uppercut.
I hesitantly throw a punch into the air, sending Steve a confused glance. Clearly unsure with what I'm doing.
"Yeah, just like that." Steve says, "You're a natural." He finishes with a smile.
"You think?" I ask, searching his face for approval.
"Of course, why would I ever lie to you?"
The memory of the past fades from my mind as I find myself face-to-face with Steve once more. With an expression of hurt and shock, the same Steve from the memory, my Steve, stands before me, mouth hanging open as blood drips front his nose, slowly trickling down to his lips. Anger clouds my judgment as our eyes meet, his still filled with pain and confusion while mine are clouded with anger and resentment. Neither of us say anything as we stare at each other, the past coming to haunt us.
Before I can stop it, Steve pushes me out of the way with such force, I'm knocked to the ground. Nancy immediately rushes over to help me up, while Steve starts shoving Jonathan as we walk away.
"You know, I guess I shouldn't really be surprised. A bunch of screw-ups in your family." Steve continues and Jonathan pauses as we're walking out of the alleyway, "I mean, your mom, I'm not even surprised what happened to your brother.
"Steve, shut up!" I yell as Nancy tries to pull Jonathan away.
“I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family it's a disgrace to the entire—"
Steve's sentence is cut off by a strong punch from Jonathan, he falls backward, landing painfully against a nearby pole. With rage and determination in his eyes, he grabs Jonathan and quickly talked him to the ground, their bodies hitting the ground with a loud thump. The two boys tangle together, as they roll and thrash on the ground. They punch and kick at each other to as their only service to feed their anger and hatred for each other.
"Stop, Steve!" Nancy yells at her boyfriend, but she just stands still and so do it.
"Knock it off, you guys!" Carol says, worriedly, "Get off of him, seriously!"
"Kick his ass, man!" Tommy yells, encouraging the fight.
As Jonathan pummels Steve with more punches, the fight continues, the two boys throwing vicious blows at one another. Jonathan seems to last most of the heavy strikes, causing a cut to start to form near Steve's eye, which will no doubt swell. Tommy tries to intervene and stop the fight, but Steve simply brushes him aside and continues his fight with Jonathan as it becomes more and more violent.
"Jonathan stop it you're going to hurt him!" Nancy yells as Jonathan successfully pins Steve to the ground, raining a series of punches onto his face.
"Jonathan, stop!" I yell, my eyes tearing up slightly at both of my friends being hurt.
In the midst of the fight, the loud sound of police sirens round the corner, causing everyone to stop dead in their tracks, except Jonathan, who remains focused on Steve. We all turn with wide eyes, seeing police enter the alley.
"Cops!" Tommy yells, worried.
"Jonathan, get off of him!" I shout at my friend, who doesn't stop his attack.
"Stop it!" Nancy yells, leaning forward towards the boy.
"Cops, come on!" Tommy yells again, grabbing all of his friends.
"You have to stop it!" Nancy shouts again.
"Just go, Carol!" I hear Tommy yell at his girlfriend before she runs off.
"He's had enough man," Tommy says angrily to Jonathan, trying to pull him away from Steve, but Jonathan just pushes him away, "I said he's had enough!"
The combination of yelling and police sirens is too much for my mind to handle, and I feel like I'm drowning in a vortex of swirling sensations. Sensing my overwhelming panic, I bring my hands up to cup my ears, trying to muffle the sounds that seem to be everywhere. With my eyes squeezed shut, I try to think about happy thoughts, but they don't come like they usually do. I am left with a sense of utter helplessness as I struggle to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest.
"(Y/n)?" I hear a faint voice say, "What's wrong with her?"
"She's having a panic attack," I hear another voice choke out, wincing in the process.
Steve.
"Jonathan, let me go!" I hear him again, "Let me see her! Hey!"
"Move!"
I feel a pair of unusually rough hands grasp my wrists, gently lowering my hands from my ears. I open my eyes, only to find myself face-to-face with the bloodied and bruised Steve. With my heart pounding in my chest, a sense of anger and worry washes over me at the sight of my injured best friend. With Jonathan being held back and handcuffed by the police and Tommy looking at me in shock and concern for helping his friend for escape, the situation feels hard to process.
"Hey, I'm right here." Steve's voice breaks through my anxious thoughts, and his presence brings me back to reality. He takes my hand and places it gently over his heart, its rapid pounding reminds me of the pain and suffering he had just caused. Despite the emotional hurt, his touch somehow still manages to calm me down, the knowledge that he's there, with me.
In the blink of an eye, Steve is separated from me, as Tommy grabs his arm, pulling him out of the alley and away from the chaos. Steve leans on his friend for support, as the duo makes their escape.
"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go," Tommy users.
The cop, who's attempting to catch them, stands absolutely no chance. So, they get away.
And I'm left there standing alone.
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Steve loves his passenger princess. He adores having you sit next to him in the front.
He loves how you’ll always share whatever you’re eating with him. How you lean over to give him the last sip of your milkshake and then kiss his cheek. He likes when you push a sweet into his awaiting mouth and he catches your finger between his teeth and sucks, the squeal you let out always makes him laugh.
Your stuff always ends up forgotten in his glove box, a chapstick, a hair tie and sometimes a mix tape. The items always end up coming in handy, so much so he wonders if you must have some kind of sense of knowing what he needs when he needs it.
In winter when his lips get all wind-chapped, he only needs to pop the glove box open to find a fruity chapstick you’ve left behind. As cheesy as it sounds, it always feels like a kiss from you when he tastes the familiar flavour.
When he’s due a haircut and his hair starts to get in his eyes, he always finds a hair tie or scrunchie in the side compartment. You always complain that the headrests hurt your head when you lean back with an updo, so they almost always end up coming down.
Your mixtapes, sometimes covered in hearts left especially for him, other times tapes you genuinely left behind, always remind him of you when he needs you.
Mike once found Steve’s ‘makeout mix’, because you insisted Led Zepplin was the best to make out to and Steve wanted to prove you wrong. He’s not sure Mike is ever going to let that go.
You took on your role as designated navigator, DJ and Steve feeder seriously, much to Dustin's chagrin. Anytime you would be picked up after Dustin, he was quickly relegated to the back. The two of you would bicker about it, normally ending in him throwing fast food wrappers at you while you played a tape he hated on top volume to drown out his complaints.
Although Steve loved the kids, sometimes it was nice to be able to grab you and drive out somewhere quiet, he didn’t really like taking you to skull rock or lovers lake. He wanted to make sure you knew he wasn’t like that anymore. Instead, he would drive somewhere just out of town. He’d open the doors of his BMW so you could hear the music playing from the radio while you slow danced around the car, stargazed or made out on the hood.
When he heard about how you struggled with and failed driver's ed made him a little happy. He knew that your driving dates wouldn’t be ending anytime soon. It just gave him more opportunities to spend time with you. He doesn’t want you to get soaked riding your bike to work, if it gives him more opportunities to ogle you in your work clothing then it’s just an added bonus.
At first, it felt awkward to ask him to drive you somewhere because you couldn’t get there yourself. One day you expressed your concerns, that you felt bad that he always had to be the one driving you two to places and how he was always giving you rides.
He was all reassurance as he insisted that he enjoyed driving and he enjoyed it even more when you were sat next to him. Whenever you would offer to pay for gas he would always brush you off, claiming he only accepted payment in kisses. He was always overpaid.
Steve loves having you as his passenger princess but always say’s if you want to learn he can always teach you. Maybe one day you’ll accept, but for now, you were content like this.
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Since you don’t have for Steve yet, can you please do “don’t you know what you’re doing to me?” because I looove the idea of Steve being so gentlemanly and polite but it gives reader the wrong idea that he isn’t into while he’s worried he’ll scare her off
I don’t know if you meant this to be more sweet than filthy but bestie that’s just not me. So I went filthy. Thanks so much for the prompt!
Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader. 1.2k words. 18+ only, minors don’t you fucking dare. Heavy smut below the cut. No real warnings for this one except unprotected sex/cream pie, cause have you met me??? Anyway. This is just Steve getting his freak on with a girl in the backseat of his car and I hope you all love it.
Steve pulled away suddenly, like he always did, creating space between the two of you in the back seat of his car. Separating his mouth from yours and pulling your hand gently from the tangled grip on his hair, “We need to slow down,” he said.
You pouted in the darkness, shoulders dropping, as Steve withdrew on himself like you hadn’t just been wrapped in a tangle of lips and caresses, the lewd sounds of your tongues clashing enough to make anyone blush.
“Why do you always do this?” You asked him, voice raised a little out of frustration.
“Do what?” He asked, adjusting his hair by running his fingers through it.
“You always stop. I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong…” you trailed off.
“What are you talking about?” Steve pressed you for more information, turning to face you slightly, one leg bent at the knee and sprawled out in the space between you. You could barely see him in the darkness, the moon casting a deep blue glow.
You clenched your fist, fingernails digging into your palm, as you tried to organize your thoughts through your emotions. “Why don’t you want to fuck me?” You blurted out, emotions taking over.
“What?” Steve asked incredulously.
“I’m not stupid, Steve. I’ve been practically throwing myself at you for weeks and every time you shut me down. I don’t know why you’re wasting my time if you’re not into me like that!” You let it all out, yelling at him in your frustration.
“That is not it at all,” Steve assured, waving his hands out in front of him. “I promise.”
“You’re full of shit! You stop because you want to stop. You stop because you’re not attracted to me. Just admit it.”
Steve stared at you in stunned silence, mouth slightly agape. “Yea, that’s what I thought,” you said, shuffling towards the front seat. “Just take me home.”
Steve grabbed your wrist and tugged at you, and you let him pull you back down to sit. You were hoping, after all, that he would argue. That he would explain.
“I stop because I like you. I don’t want to….mess things up by rushing,” Steve admitted, his large hand still wrapped around your wrist. You rolled your eyes. “Yea right,” you spit at him.
“Sweetheart, don’t you know what you do to me?” He asked lowly, pulling your hand towards him and settling your open palm down on his crotch. Under the fabric of his jeans, you felt his hardness twitch up into your touch. “All this,” he rutted up into your hand slightly, “is because of you.” You swallowed hard as he let go of your wrist, but you didn’t move your hand. The static between the two of you was growing thick.
“I was trying to be a gentleman, but…if you want it that bad…” he was cut short as you pounced towards him, straddling him and slamming your lips into his with hunger. Your hands worked at the clasp of his jeans as he pulled the fabric of your dress up to nestle at your hips, fingers digging into the doughy flesh of your ass.
“Really think I didn’t want you?” Steve asked as you kissed down his cheek and to his neck. “All I've been thinking about is being inside you,” he admitted through clenched teeth. “Shut up and show me,” you breathed against the skin under his ear and he quickly lifted his hips to pull his pants down just enough to free his erection. As you moved your panties to the side, he spit on his palm and gave himself two quick pumps while you positioned over him, the head of him barely enveloped by your heat.
He hissed in anticipation, and you ran a hand through the back of his hair and tugged into it firmly as you slid down, taking him inside you until your hips met his. Needy and wanting, Steve grabbed at your hips and encouraged you to move. “Feels so fucking good, baby,” he praised you as you fell into a steady rhythm. “So tight for me.”
Steadying yourself with your hands on either of his shoulders, you continued to roll your hips, his length barely leaving you with each motion. “I wanted to ruin you the very first night, when you showed up for our date in those thigh high stockings.” Steve admitted, kissing into you anywhere he could make contact. Your arms and wrists peppered with his affections. “No time like the present,” you encouraged, leaning forward and pressing your body into his. He looked up at you, his chin snug against your chest. “Fuck me, Steve. Please.”
His hand slammed down on your ass cheeks, supporting you to hover above him as he fucked himself up into you. The sounds filling the car matched the motions - frantic, sloppy, messy. Both of you out of breath and muttering slews of curses as you chased your highs.
You threw your head back as Steve slammed into you, crying out as the band of pleasure tightening inside you. “Fuck, yes!” You yelled, clenching down on him, and bringing your head back down to look at him. You found him wide eyed and watching you in wonder, his pace never faltering. “Are you close?” He asked and you moaned out some semblance of a yes. He quickened, moving his hands from your ass to your hips and slamming you down into his upward motions.
“Cum for me, baby,” he encouraged. “Fuck, Steve,” you gasped as the band finally snapped and you spasmed around him. He groaned in response, his eyes on you as you unraveled, entire body tightening around him as you came. “That’s a good girl, fuck yes, so fucking pretty,” he cooed as he slowed his pace to match your need.
“Where do you want me to cum?“ he asked, feeling his own release fast approaching. You hadn’t thought about it, and you probably shouldn’t, but he felt so good inside you - your walls were sticky and swollen for him.
“Cum inside me, Steve, please” you begged, recovered from your orgasms and bouncing back down into him. He let you take over. “Oh, fuck, just like that,” Steve groaned out, his head falling forward and then back again, his hair disheveled across his heavy eyes. “Fuck me, you’re so fucking hot,” he cussed out, mouthy and bold as his balls tightened against his shaft.
On your final descent, Steve held you harshly against him, pressing up into you as far as he could. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you still as he released inside you, his cock twitching with each squirt of cum. His eyes clamped shut in pleasure, you watched as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as every muscle tensed. You applied soft kisses to his sweaty forehead as he relaxed his grip and you settled down into his hips.
His mouth found yours and he kissed you passionately, both of you moaning soft sounds of approval into each other's lips. Still inside you, you could feel his cum begin to leak out and mix with your fluids at his base, and you ground your pubic bone down into his, enjoying the messy feeling. He grinned up at you, “Remind me again why I wanted to be a gentleman?”
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hi hi hi! how are you?? i saw that your requests are open so could you please do a steve fic with reader being scared of heights?? maybe throw in shy! reader in there too? thank you <33
( this is definitely not an easy request so i completely get it if you’re not open to writing it. no pressure!! :))
Big Wheel
Steve Harrington x gn!reader/shy!reader
S4 SPOILER FREE
Summary: While finally getting some alone time with Steve at the county fair, Steve takes you on the ferris wheel. However, he doesn’t know about your greatest fear.
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings/tags: Fear of heights, anxiety, language, kinda hurt/comfort
A/N: Hello! Thank you for your request!! You said it wasn't an easy request but I IMMEDIATELY knew what I wanted to do with it. I think I accidentally made it a gender neutral reader so I added that with the title. Hope that’s ok!
“Dude, get your own!” Lucas yanked the bag of cotton candy away from Mike as they walked through the trampled grass.
“Just a little more, then I’ll stop.”
Lucas shook his head. “No, man, I’m cutting you off-”
As he was speaking, Max leaned over and snatched the bag away while Lucas was distracted and ran in the opposite direction.
“Hey!” He yelled, then ran after her, pushing between you and Steve behind them.
“Person who catches me first gets to have it!” Max yelled, holding the bag high above her head, then disappearing into the crowd. Mike, El, and Will followed after Lucas, not about to pass up the potential for free cotton candy.
Dustin rolled his eyes. “Guys, we have to stay together!” He whined, running after as well.
You laughed, watching them meld into the crowd behind you. While at the county fair, you and Steve had been trying to figure out how to ditch the kids for a bit for some alone time. So, at the last game booth, you quietly gave Max a mission: Get the kids away, even for just ten minutes. She had given you a mischievous smile in response and a nod.
As soon as the kids were out of sight, Steve grabbed hold of your hand. “‘Bout time they ran off, I don’t know when they got so clingy.”
You leaned into his shoulder, bumping your bodies together. “I think it’s cute. They look up to you.”
Steve looked down at you and saw the neon lights of the fair sparkle in your pupils. It was like watching stardust shine in them. “I’m just super cool…. You know I was arrested once for being too cool?” He smirked.
You rolled your eyes, swinging his hand with yours back and forth. “If I remember correctly, the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence.”
He put his hand to his chest, feigning pain. “Oh, ouch, and here I thought you were into me (y/n).”
You simply laughed and shook your head as you walked. He knew you were into him, he knew it all too well. The first time you admitted it to him it felt like pulling teeth. Even now that you were closer and in a semi-secret relationship, it still felt like molasses pouring out of your mouth to tell him how much he meant to you. Stating how you felt was never easy, to the point where you felt it was embarrassing. He never teased too much about it though, and you appreciated that. Only occasionally did he tickle you mercilessly just to get you to confess your love for him all over again. But if anything, it just made you like him more. He was lighthearted and patient when it came to the way you expressed yourself.
“So, what now, Mr. Cool?” You looked around at the rides and booths you both passed, realizing now you probably had a limited amount of time to spend just the two of you.
“Here, this way,” He muttered and pulled you by the hand, weaving you through the crowd. You passed by ride after ride until finally, he halted in the line for the ferris wheel. Your eyebrows rose at the same time your stomach dropped.
You turned and gave him an alarmed expression, which he mistook as a question.
“A little cheesy, but the lights look the absolute best from the top of this thing, trust me,” He said, staring up at it as it slowly spun.
You looked back at it, intimidated by how high the wheel towered in the sky. Maybe it wasn’t as tall as it looked. The lights would be pretty to see after all, and you’d be up there with Steve. There was nothing to be afraid of.
You forced a smile and nodded, squeezing his hand still in yours. It will all be fine.
Once the wheel stopped and the last people got off, the line began to move quickly. Before you knew it, Steve had paid and you were climbing into the next available basket.
The safety bar was pulled back with a clank and you gripped it for dear life.
This is going to be fun. This is going to be fun.
The wheel began to move, making you take in a quick breath. The higher it rose, the harder you tried to grip the bar. When it paused halfway up, you felt a large hand place itself softly over yours on the bar.
“You good?”
Quickly you nodded, staring down at his hand. You could feel yourself growing paralyzed in fear, hands and feet tingling with anxiety.
Steve’s brow folded in concern and he scooched closer, making his hip touch with yours. The basket rocked slightly and your stomach clenched. “You sure? You’re looking pale.”
You gulped hard, gripping and regripping the cold safety bar. “It’s just uh….” You stopped as your gaze slowly lingered downward below you.
“Yeah?”
You could feel your shoulders tensed up to your ears and your heart hammered in your chest. You shook your head was a way of saying ‘never mind’.
“No, come on,” He removed his hand from yours and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in. “What’s going on?”
Just as you inhaled to respond, the wheel jolted and started to move further upwards. You gasped at the motion and turned to cling to Steve as tightly. His shirt stretched slightly as your fingers clawed into it at the back. When you pressed your face into his chest you could smell fabric softener.
This close he could feel how hard you were actually breathing. “Woah, hey are you… Are you scared?”
It to a moment for you to get the guts up to admit it to him. Sheepishly you nodded, bumping his chin with the top of your head ever so slightly.
He chuckled dryly. “You should have told me! Why didn’t you tell me you were afraid of heights?”
You turned your head slightly to speak but kept your eyes squeezed shut, avoiding looking down at the ground below. “I didn't want to bum you out.”
“(y/n), there’s plenty more to do around here. Out of everything, this is probably the least fun.” You could hear the smile on his face and felt him shake his head.
Embarrassed, you nuzzled your face back into the fresh scent of his shirt and groaned in misery.
“You’re fine, you’ll be okay,” He cooed quietly, bringing his hand to the back of your head and massaging your tense neck and scalp. “You're not bumming me out.” Slowly, his touch took you out of the situation and he could feel you begin to relax in his clutch. However, your grip on his shirt didn’t falter. At that moment, everything narrowed down to just you two, holding each other tightly and taking in each other's scents.
When all of the baskets were full, the wheel slowly went into continuous motion. Around and around it went, your eyes squeezed shut the entire time.
“You want me to tell you what the lights are like?” Steve asked you softly by your ear.
You smiled into his shirt and gave a small ‘mm-hm’. You were genuinely curious to know how he’d go about explaining them.
“It’s like stars, but… better,” He started, pausing as he stared out at the fair below. “Some are really big and bright, but there are small ones too in all different colors… Kind of rainbow. I think someone just won a game at Whac-A-Mole, the whole booth is flashing like crazy.”
“We should play that one.”
He chuckled, his chest bouncing as he did so. “Sure thing, babe,” His fingers ran through your hair, letting his hand linger in the strands. “We’ll go right after this. You deserve a prize.”
After one last trip around, the wheel slowly came to a stop as the first passengers began to get off below you. Gradually, your own basket was brought back down to the ground, the sound of the crowd once again coming to your level.
Steve nudged your arm and rubbed it warmly as your basket came to a stop. “You made it. It’s time to get off.”
Your eyes snapped open, seeing the ground now only a few steps to the side of you. Begrudgingly, you sat up, letting the worker pull back the safety bar and gestured out to guide you two where you needed to go. Steve grabbed your hand, more tightly this time, and helped you shakily get out of the basket you had shared with him. As soon as your feet hit the firm ground, your body fully relaxed once again and you let out a satisfied breath.
Steve tugged at your arm gently, getting your attention. “Better?”
You shyly smiled and nodded, averting your gaze from his as you felt your face grow warm.
“Come on, I want to do something romantic for you… and not scare the shit out of you this time,” He laughed, leading you over to the game booths.
Starting with Whac-A-Mole, Steve took you to almost every game booth that still had prizes. He insisted on trying to win you at least one stuffed animal at each one, although in the end he only won you three. It didn’t matter, though. It was more than enough. He was more than enough.
Once the kids found you both again, they were none the wiser.
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