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undead-supernova · 2 months

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make me thaw / Masterlist

pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader

plot: Steve has to house sit for his parents and has to resist the urge to call you to come over

warnings: not just having mommy or daddy issues (it's that secret third option!), intimacy issues, angst/comfort, pronouns never mentioned

wc: 1.8k

song inspo: I Wouldn't Ask You by Clairo

note: this isn't like any big thing, but I thought the little concept was interesting. anyways, have some angsty Steve

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to call.

There are just certain things that one must experience alone, things that are just too complicated for someone else to truly understand. Things that someone can’t articulate, so why even bother trying at all?

Or, at least, that’s what Steve had thought his whole life.

Because Steve hated his parents. No, it was something that extended past hate. Steve loathed them. He loathed the way they waved their hands around in dismissal. Loathed the way they came in and out at their leisure, only asking how he was when they felt rather obligated. Loathed his mother’s negligence, his father’s absence.

The thing he loathed the most was how much he truly loved them.

But they weren’t even here.

No, they were in Sicily. Another one of their infamous arguments ensued when his mother found love letters from another woman in his nightstand. And instead of trying to deny it this time, his father decided to take his mother on a nice vacation. Some sightseeing, fancy dining.

Nothing said “I’m sorry for cheating on you for the sixth time” like a three-hundred-dollar bottle of wine next to the Mediterranean Sea.

So he was called to house sit for a few days, making sure their cat was fed—the one obtained after the fourth "mistake".

Steve wanted to tell them to fuck off and that they could call literally anyone else. But his father offered him a good amount of cash, way more than Family Video was giving him and he just…caved. Couldn’t look his father in the eye when he was told that part of the deal was to never tell anyone about his infidelity. Keep his mouth shut, especially to that little plaything of his.

He looked around his childhood bedroom, feeling a weight beginning to push him further into the mattress. Frames that once held his awards now hugged paintings of Mr. Harrington's favorite vacation spots. Carpet now ripped out in exchange for hardwood flooring. Walls coated in a new shade of off-white. Potpourri sitting on a new dresser to mask his scent. Boxes of his stuff sitting idle in the attic.

And maybe it was a byproduct of hunting monsters and evil spies, but Steve thought the house was haunted. If not haunted, then haunting.

And he could’ve fooled himself into believing he heard echoes of his parents arguing downstairs. Even in the dead quiet. Even in the midnight hour when the rest of Hawkins was lulling in and out of slumber.

It was freezing cold in here, colder than it’d been before—even in the dead of winter. A sweatshirt, thick sweatpants, and fuzzy socks weren’t even enough. Nothing was enough.

Steve didn’t know why, but he thought of you. Thought about how you’d never actually been in this house. You were a more recent friend, a more recent something or other. A friend that he appreciated, a friend that he was too terrified to entertain as anything more than just a friend.

And, sure, you were a friend that he’d tried to introduce to his parents. For whatever reason. But when you walked into the foyer and introduced yourself to Mr. Harrington, he took one look at you, snorted, and walked away. You’d turned back, resigning to sitting by the pool, wondering out loud what made you so laughable.

Steve had tried to comfort you, tried to explain that his dad was just a prick. He hated everyone that didn’t look or act or dress just like him. His dad called it weakness.

And Steve was the weakest of them all.

His knees had brushed yours and his lips trembled as you nearly made what he told himself was a mistake. In that moment, he almost let everything go, had almost let himself wake up to the idea of something new.

But instead, he shook his head and stood up. Walked away. Stood by the car and waited for you to get the hint and follow him. Blamed the rudeness on wanting to get to your shared shift on time. Let the car fill with The Psychedelic Furs and deprived it of conversation.

Because, just like this house, Steve was cold.

After everything with the Upside Down, something he swore he’d never think of again, Steve retreated into himself. Sure, he was still running around with Robin, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, and Erica. But those were just things now. Low stakes.

He didn’t have to let himself find new ways to break his heart. He didn’t have to put you in any compromising position when he could just stay silent.

And that’s why he didn’t call.

Clink.

Steve’s attention diverted towards the window.

Clink.

Without so much as a flinch, Steve sighed and made his way over. He half expected a new monster to appear, an added cherry on top of his loathing.

But as he peered out, he spotted you with your arm pulled back, ready to launch another acorn. The reflection of the pool lights shone off of your smile that only widened as you noticed him.

Eyebrows furrowing, he quickly lifted the windowsill.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, leaning out.

“Came to hang.”

“Could you not use the front door?”

Tilting your head in confusion, you said, “I’ve been knocking for the last five minutes.”

“Oh.”

“Are you gonna let me in or what?”

Steve watched you unzip your beat up backpack, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. He felt bad that he hadn’t spoken much since he let you in, but you didn’t seem to mind.

He sat up against his headboard, arms crossed as he stretched his legs. You were on the other side of him, cross-legged. Not close enough to accidentally touch, but not so far away that you couldn’t be there if he needed you.

But he didn’t need anyone.

You pulled out a large thermos, gesturing towards it as if you were presenting him with an award.

“I give you…ginger tea,” you said, imitating an announcer.

“You could’ve just brought the bags. We have a kettle.”

“That’s no fun.”

Despite his comment, he took the thermos from you. Warm, was his first thought followed by, Thank you.

But he said nothing, opting instead to drink the tea.

What was there for him to say? Steve was elsewhere, lost in his head in ways that he couldn’t decipher.

“Robin and I missed you at closing tonight.”

And you were here, offering him some relief that he didn’t want to feel. He didn’t need it.

“Is that why you came?” he asked.

You shook your head, going back to rummaging around your bag. “I was thinking about how shitty your parents have been and how uncomfortable it must be to just sit in an empty house.”

Here you were, caring. And for whatever reason, he couldn’t stand it.

“It’s not like I haven’t been doing that my whole life.”

“That’s true,” you agreed. “but that doesn’t make it any easier when you find a real family and then have to come back and sit with what used to be your reality.”

“You don’t need to take care of me.”

“Sure I do,” you said simply.

Like it was a no brainer.

Steve shook his head, wanting the thought of an us to leave his head.

“Life isn’t fair,” he stated, watching as your face began to fall. “And…and this is just the life I was given, you know? And everything that came after that—all the pain, all the bullshit—it’s just…”

Steve trailed off, unsure where to go from there. Unsure where the words were supposed to fall.

Until it came.

“My parents suck. They have no real relationship. I don’t even know why they stay together. And they think that what they have with me is family. Maybe that’s what they were brought up with. I don’t know. But that’s…that’s not it.”

“And knowing that gets frustrating,” you stated, fingers reaching out toward him.

Your hand rested on his knee, the warmth matching that of the thermos. Trying to diffuse his anger, trying to unveil what was hidden.

“Love doesn’t last,” he whispered.

“I don’t think you really believe that.”

Your fingers ran against his knuckles, seemingly soothing him. But there was that hardness in his chest, the kind of protection that couldn’t be torn down so easily.

Even if you were getting good at it.

“What are we, then?” Steve asked suddenly, nearly sounding defensive.

He thought you’d pause. Thought you’d pull your hand away. Anything. But you didn’t flinch, didn’t miss a beat while continuing your absentminded pattern.

“We’re best friends,” you said with a shrug. “Mixed with a hint of something extra.”

“Doesn’t that just complicate things?”

You glanced up. “Not for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you like me back.”

Steve paused, unsure of what to say to you. Unsure of what to think about this conversation. It was supposed to be awkward, right? This wasn’t supposed to feel comfortable.

But it did.

“I don’t understand.”

“The things you’ve been through the last however many years. Your parents,” you explained. “Of course you don’t want to risk falling for someone else or give your heart away. How could you when your own parents can’t even recognize that they have hearts?”

Steve watched you, nearly begging you to be anything besides understanding. Anything besides caring.

“You don’t have to tell me,” you continued. “I just know. I mean, I suspected for a while. But we almost kissed that day. You know, after your dad laughed at me?” He nodded. “I just knew it was a matter of time and…I decided not to push it unless you said something.”

“I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to switch it on anytime soon,” he explained, solemn as he looked back over at the empty thermos. “If I could just kiss you and, I don’t know, make everything magically reappear, I would. But…” he trailed, sighing before his eyes met yours again. “I just can’t.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” you replied, eyes trained on your hands. “I’m willing to wait until you’re ready.”

“But I’m just like my shitty parents,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m like ice.”

You shrugged. “Well, ice thaws.”

Steve watched you, watched the way your eyes stayed put on his hand. Watched as you stayed like that, all hopeful and at peace in his room. Perfectly content with the idea of waiting. Not rushing, not arguing.

He thought of his parents, how he’d never seen them engage in physical affection; intimacy. How they could never just have a civil conversation about their emotions. How they could never admit the truth without having to pay a toll.

There was nothing between them that mirrored this.

And maybe Steve was starting to understand what you meant.

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ru-xia · 2 years

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*Steve sneezes*

Y/n: God bless America!

Steve: Did you just-

Y/n: Yes. Yes I did.

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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Hello again! How are you?💗 I was thinking, a Steve Harrington fic with the prompt "Maybe we should just be honest with ourselves." [I Don't Know You Like I Used To - Mercury.]

It can be either very, very sad or like them finally revealing their feelings to one another and lots of fluff?🥰

this got a little long for a blurb but it's okay!! i actually started this when you sent this ask in, but i'm only just now getting around to finishing it. i hope you like it!!

Your sneakers kicked off the ground, a pebble bouncing off of it and in Steve's direction. The silence was thick between the two of you, and while you wanted to say something, you just couldn't find the words.

You were friends—just friends. That's all you ever would be, right?

God, you hoped not.

As you stood there, internally debating with yourself, Steve pushed himself off of his car, holding out his hand to you.

You glanced at it, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You made no movement to grab him.

"Come on," he said, waving his hand in your direction. "I wanna take you somewhere."

You took his hand as Steve pulled you forward. Your feet shuffled against the gravel road, following from just an arm's length away. His hand gently squeezed yours.

"Have you ever been out here?" he asked.

"The middle of the woods? I mean, near my house, yeah, but not here."

Steve glanced back at you, faintly smiling. "I used to come out here when I was younger," he said. "Back when... well, you know. High school."

"You're taking me to your hook-up tree?" you mumbled under your breath, the passive comment leaving you at the thought. You had been an afterthought in high school. You two hadn't even really become friends until after graduation. But you couldn't help but still remember his "glory" days in high school.

Steve stopped in his spot, glancing back at you. He cracked a faint smile, though it didn't quite meet his eyes.

"No. But I get why you'd think that."

You winced at the comment. That... was shitty of you.

"Sorry," you softly said, continuing to walk along.

"It's cool," he said, eyes looking anywhere but at you. "Can I tell you something?" he asked.

You just nodded, allowing Steve to lead you up to a giant tree—the trunk stretched out nearly a foot wider than the other trees around it. Branches tangled underneath the shade, a crude reminder that no matter how much it tried to grow apart, it would always be stuck in the same place.

You'd always be stuck in Hawkins.

But maybe it wouldn't always be so bad.

Steve was silent. You took this as an opportunity to look at your friend. He was handsome. So handsome. And you'd thought this way ever since you considered him to be your actual friend.

Since before Hawkins became even more of a hellhole than it was.

"Maybe we should just be honest with ourselves," you blurted, your bottom lip sucking in between your teeth. You bit hard, wanting to scream at yourself for your bluntness.

He looked back at you in surprise. "What?"

You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut. "You go first. With whatever you wanted to say. Please."

"Oh," Steve said, frowning a bit. "Yeah. Okay. I..." he trailed off. How would he even tell you something like this? You were his best friend. He was about to ruin everything if you didn't feel the same way. But a sliver of hope wormed its way into his heart—be honest? About what?

You pursed your lips. It was now or never. Who the hell knew when Hawkins would split open for the world to see? Who knew when you might not get another chance?

Snarky comments aside. Being an ass would get you nowhere. Steve wasn't "the Hair" anymore. He was your Steve—your very best friend.

The love of your life.

You looked away from Steve, looking back at the knotted roots beneath the shade.

"I love you, Steve."

He blinked slowly at you for a moment. "Yeah, I, uh, love you, too, Y/n—"

"—no, you doofus," you quickly countered, looking at him with wide eyes. "I love you. I want—I want to be with you. Not just as friends."

No way you just said this. No way. Robin was going to freak out.

Steve couldn't help it as his smile began to grow. "Really?"

You rolled your eyes. "Steve."

"Well, good, you know? 'Cause, uh, I love you, too. Not just as friends."

Heat rushed to your cheeks and the tips of your ears as your heart fluttered in your chest.

Hawkins was shit. This tree was a mediocre analogy of how you felt in this godforsaken town. But Steve was just as real as the love in your heart—Steve was your best friend, and now, he knew how you felt.

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resident-gay-bitch · 5 months

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Whoopsie, Did I Turn You On?

minors dni - steve x gn!reader, public humiiation, dom + submissive roles, sub steve, sadist reader, masochist steve, sexual themes, clumsy steve, mean reader

lmao idk what this is - it's a snippet from my unfinished kinktober list, so here, have it in november instead lol. enjoy? this is so random istg and i wote it at an ungodly hour but we live laugh love. i figured someone out there will get a kick or two out of this. enjoy!! :))

You can’t help it. It’s not like it’s your fault anyway, it’s all Steve’s. He just looks so cute today, strutting around in that too small polo and those snug jeans of his. His hair sits impossibly perfect and you often find yourself wondering how you managed to get yourself such a pretty little plaything.

Not only does he look perfectly fuckable, having put on mascara again, and raspberry lip balm like he knows you like; he’s also a bit of a klutz today.

This morning he dropped all his coins, with you standing over his shoulder, when trying to give some money to a busker. He tripped on the curb when running across the street to show you the flower shaped tart he got at the market. He kept missing the straw when trying to take a sip of his iced tea because he was too busy looking at you. And just then he almost stepped off the curb and in front of a cyclist whilst walking down the street because he was telling you all about his night with Robin yesterday, and trying to keep your attention.

It’s fun making him stir. He always has your attention, you just like making him fight for it.

He’s so obsessed with you it’s crazy, so desperate to please, and maybe if you were a good person you’d assure him that you love him, and stroke his hair and kiss the tip of his nose.

But you’re not, not really. You’re mean, you like to play. And when Steve gets clumsy like this, fighting for your gaze to be on him and nothing else, you get horny.

He flushes bright red every time he messes up. Passersby think he’s just embarrassed that he tripped or dropped something, but you know it’s because it turns him on. He likes being humiliated by you, giving you all the power. He likes when you make him feel more embarrassed than he needs to be.

“Stevie!” You called, sitting down at a table under the pateo of a nice cafe. Steve had popped inside to place your orders whilst you nabbed a table. “Over here!” You waved at him.

He came rushing over with a bright smile, leaning down to kiss your cheek before walking around to his side of the table. Only, he tripped halfway there, when you stuck your foot out in his path.

He stumbled forward and gripped onto the table before falling flat on his ass, all the patrons of the cafe and people walking past on the street turned their heads to watch him embarrass himself.

He looked up at you, red from the tips of his ears all the way down past the collar of his adorably tight shirt, his eyes a little glassy.

You pouted down at him, mock sympathy, already noticing the growing bulge in his jeans, “Awh, poor baby… Did you trip?”

Steve swallowed and looked around, rubbing his elbow where he bumped it, “Yeah.”

“How did that happen?” You asked with a filthy smirk, “You’re such a klutz today, got all your wires crossed.”

He nodded his head, looking to the ground sheepish, his hands subtly moving to cover his erection from people still staring.

“Come on, up you hop.” You smiled, reaching your hand out to aid him. “You look silly down on the ground like that, Stevie. It’s almost like you enjoy being humiliated.”

You noticed Steve burn up red as he scrambled to his feet and sat himself down across from you. He looked so embarrassed, and so fucking turned on. You can’t wait to ruin him later.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered, straightening his clothes out.

“Don’t apologise, pretty boy.” You smiled, leaning over the table to whisper, “You look so cute all ruffled up and confused like that. Almost as gone as when I suck your pretty cock.”

Steve choked on his sharp inhale of air and broke out into a coughing fit, right as the waiters brought out your coffees. You grinned at him, having a proud little laugh to yourself before thanking the waiter and watching them be on their way.

Steve didn’t like that you looked at them, or talked to them. He wants your attention again, and you’re not going to give it to him right away.

It’s only when he took a sip of his coffee and almost burnt his tongue on it, did you look at him again.

“Such a dumb little whore, hmm?” You muttered, shaking your head as you sipped your coffee, “Always so desperate for my attention.”

Steve gnawed at his lip and wiggled around in his seat, one hand down in his lap. You chuckled to yourself, watching him writhe. You’re sure he’s probably leaking from the pretty tip of his cock right now, staining his boxers and maybe even his jeans. You’d like to take him into your mouth right now and listen to him whimper and moan all pretty for you, tear him apart in the way he loves, only to be put back together and held by you after.

But that’s to come later, no matter how badly you want it now; making him writhe like this all day is just so rewarding.

After your coffees were finished and you and Steve had chatted for a while about the mundane things you often like to talk about with your boyfriend, you both made you way down the street again. He was desperate to hold your hand, leaning into you ear and practically begging for it.

You let him, after he tripped over a lose brick and bumped into a random person, managing to stay upright. It still embarrassed him though, and that person said some rather rude words in response.

He was smiling, humming happily as the pair of you walked along, hand in hand, when you decided to have a little bit of fun. Embarrass him one more time before letting him get what he so desperately wants, which is his weepy cock in your throat, and to touch you in whichever way you’ll let him.

“Stevie.” You muttered, tugging on his hand, “You look so cute today, let me get a photo of you? How about you go stand by that tree?”

“Okay.” Steve smiled and kissed your cheek again, he loves when you take his photo. You always make it your lock screen right after, every time you take a new one, even the filthy pictures.

He rushed over to the tree you had pointed too and you took out your phone to snap a few pictures as he posed. You managed to get a few good ones before the sprinkler behind him soaked him in water, just as you had planned.

Steve stood there as the water dripped down him, soaking and flattening his hair. People stopped to stare and laugh in the park, a person or two even snapped a photo.

You laughed, you’d caught the whole thing on video, and posted it to your close friends story, tagging Steve.

He rushed back over to you, drenched in water, cheeks red again.

“Steve, you’re so stupid.” You said, “What were you thinking, standing under that tree, right where the sprinkler is?”

“I- I don’t know.” He muttered, his hands in front of his crotch as he bounced from foot to foot, chewing at his lip again. His eyes kept darting around and everyone looking. “I’m stupid- I’m so stupid today.”

“Yes, you are.” You grinned, giving him a good once over and biting your lip. “My stupid boy, hmm? You must feel so humiliated.”

Steve nodded his head.

“We better get you home, before you do anything else dumb.” You said, turning to head back home.

Steve chased behind you, his shoes squelching with each step. “Can I please hold your hand?”

You laughed, pulling your hand away from him as you shook your head, “You’re soaked, baby. I’m not touching you, that’s your own fault for being so dumb, Stevie.”

“Right… I’m sorry.” He swallowed, looking at you with big eyes and a pout. The epitome of a kicked puppy expression.

“Guess we better get you all cleaned up in the shower at home.” You sighed, pretending like this was a chore you had no interest in doing. “And since you’re so dumb and clearly can’t do anything yourself, I better be there to help you.”

Steve swallowed, his eyes lighting up and pupils dilating as he tugged at the crotch of his pants, “You’ll shower with me?”

You looked at him and grinned, “Only if you be a good boy and stay on your knees for me, I don’t trust you not to slip and fall, dumb whore.”

Steve actually moaned, and you had to slap a hand over his mouth so no one else could hear walking by. Sure, you liked watching Steve humiliate himself in public, but those pretty, sinful sounds were reserved for you, and you only.

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knottyk · 2 years

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All of You

Pairings: Steve x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Steve is taking too long in the bathroom, longer than usual. You grow worried over time and decide to check on him but you see something he’s been afraid of showing you.

Tags: fluff, reverse comfort, L-bombs

Based on the prompt “no one has ever kissed them better before, so I’m doing it now.” which I forgot where I saw. I love writing reverse comfort for the boys ;)

The room was tinted orange from the light emitting from the bedside lamp. You were tangled with the sheets and you let one leg come out from underneath to absorb the cold from above the blanket while you adjust to a more comfortable position. You tried multiple times shifting from one side to another, fluffing the pillow you hug or re-positioning your head but nothing worked.

You glanced at the empty spot of the bed beside you and switched your gaze to the closed bathroom door.

Steve had been in there for longer than usual. You could hear the water running but it sounded like it was uninterrupted, running freely without any sudden gush or splashing from beyond the door.

Not willing to wait any longer, you release the blankets over you and stepped on the carpeted floor. You stopped just outside the door, not making any noise to let your presence stay undetected.

Pressing your head against the door, there was no signs of anyone moving. Not one tiny sound of feet hitting the tiled floors, shuffling of fabric or pumping of the lined bottles in the shower. He’d been in there for over an hour and you were getting worried.

You turned the doorknob gently, afraid of what the other side would show. Poking your head in through the gap, you were in awe from the sight as it unfolded before you.

Steve stood in front of the mirror, clothes neatly piled on the closed toilet seat, hair damp and towel wrapped around his waist. You watched as his fingers delicately brushed over the raised, wrinkled skin on the sides of his ribs. His eyes were almost unrecognizable as not even the light from the sconce were able to enhance the shine in them. They were glazed, like his mind was somewhere far away while he trailed his scars.

He was too far out to notice you slip in and lean on the door.

You had seen all of him for a couple of times before but most of those intimate moments together were done in the dark. You knew that he had the scars but he wouldn’t fully show them to you, brushing your hands away and kissing you to take the focus off him.

“Steve?” You called out and you almost winced at the sound of your voice.

Though you were only a few feet away from him, it wasn’t enough to break him out of his trance. You stepped closer and stopped behind him, his eyes glued to his ribs from the other side of the mirror. he still hadn’t noticed you.

Gently, you wrapped your arms around him and placed your hands over his. He jerked back, startled back into reality, and you had to tighten your grip on him for a second to hold him against you.

“It’s me, baby. It’s me.” Your words kissed his ear with a whisper.

His chest heaved as he leaned his head back to rest on your forehead.

“You scared me.” He breathed out.

“I’m sorry. You were taking too long and the bed’s cold without you.”

He pulled on both your hands, making your embrace close on him tighter. “Sorry. Just got a little carried away.”

“You okay?” When his head tipped down to a normal stance, your eyes locked with his through the mirror and the way he used your arms to cover his sides didn’t go unnoticed.

He nodded but you didn’t believe him. Steve was a man of words. He could go for hours and hours talking about things unless he’s lying. The man talked too much for his own good sometimes that he’d learnt to keep his mouth shut when he had to keep a secret. Something that is no secret to you.

“Something bothering you?” You rested your chin on the dip of hip collar bones. He sighed but shook his head no. Even when he didn’t speak, you heard the things he didn’t say.

You already knew what it was. Since you met, he had always kept his torso hidden from you. At the beach or the swimming pool, he’d insist on wearing a shirt even when getting in the water despite the uncomfortable weight it gains when drenched. You were aware of what he hid but never pressed for the story behind.

He’d tell you when he was ready, you’d think but it pained you to watch him space out time and time again because deep down, it was all he thought of when he’s with you.

Without skipping a beat, you let go of his hands and let yours fall on his skin, trailing your fingertips lightly on the exposed area. Immediately, your hands find the raised skin and you feel him tense up against you, breath caught in his throat.

You tipped your head down to kiss his shoulder before trailing the kisses down his arm. Steve tries to watch you move behind him but his eyes fell heavy on his head and he closes them at the feeling of your warm lips on his cool skin.

He hesitated at the first peck on the scar but you whisper against his skin, “I love you.”

“Baby, what are you doing?” He tried to close his elbows on his ribs but you were quick to catch them and push them forward, leaving Steve with no choice but to let his arms open a little and hover in the air.

His question was left unanswered when you only continued peppering his torso with light kisses, some coming into contact with his skin with a slight smack. The moles splattered on his skin like paint also receiving the same attention.

You poured everything in you into each kiss and Steve felt every single one but he asked once again, “What are you doing?” This time with a tiny chuckle slipping out of his lips when you dug your fingers in too deep on his sides.

“No one has ever kissed them better before, so I’m doing it now.” You looked at him through the mirror with your body bent at the waist, hands on his hips.

He broke the contact through the mirror and looked at you. Really looked at you.

You smiled up at him but he takes your face in his hands as he pulls you up gently before meeting your lips with his. If you let a second slip, you wouldn’t have noticed the wet tear that came onto your cheeks as he took you in. You slide your hand up and into his damp hair, softly scratching at his nape with your fingernails. He hummed against you.

When he pulled away, the shine in his eyes had found its way back. “Have I told you, I love you?”

You grinned and nodded, head a little restricted as he still held your face in his hands as he ran his thumb over and over across your cheeks.

“And I love you.” You said. “All of you.”

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cosmic-glow · 2 years

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Could I ask for some Steve Harrington fluffy headcannons? I just love him so much, he deserves love!

Notes: You are right! This man deserves more love! He's so cute T^T Hope you like the headcanons, good reading!

Steve Harrington Cuddles

Warnings: gn!reader; (slight) mentions of insecurity; pure cuteness.

He loves to give you gifts, especially flowers and plushies, yes he is the last romantic there is.

You also get a lot of letters from him when one of you travels, he's not very good at expressing himself through it, but he likes to talk to you and know how you are, so he insists on the idea. Some letters he never sent because got embarrassed.

He loves hanging out with you, if you agree he will take you to different places every day.

Movie nights are sacred among you.

When you're in a group, or at a party, he usually looks at you sometimes to check if you're feeling good and comfortable.

The kids have quickly adapted to you, and these days the little ones spend more time with you than with Steve, which makes him jealous some times. In the end they are like your children.

Kisses on the forehead whenever he says goodbye to you.

Without realizing it, he holds your hand when he is nervous or afraid.

He was kind of shy about saying "I love you" at first, but after the first time, he repeats it way too often, always reminding you.

Please also tell him how much you love him, he really needs to hear this.

He likes to talk to you about possible names for your kids. His dream is to one day marry you.

When trying to express what he's feeling, he's stalling talking quickly about literally everything before finally saying what he's thinking, it's kind of cute to see how nervousness doesn't let him shut up until he reveals everything to you.

When he's tired (or just frustrated with something) he's made a habit of going to you and hugging you, almost dropping all his body weight on you, as if you were a battery for him that recharges his energies again by filling him with kisses and affection.

You two have that thing where you can communicate with just one look and leave everyone else in the group confused by it.

Kisses. Lots and LOTS of loving kisses from this man throughout the day if you let him. He will kiss your neck tickling you just so he can hear your laugh.

Call him by any pet name and instantly all his attention is on you.

"Beautiful, isn't it? And it's mine, I'm very lucky" - he often tells others, watching you from afar, completely fascinated.

Is almost always the bigger shell, but he also likes to be the smaller shell, makes he feel safe and truly loved.

He truly believes that you are his soulmate, and he hopes to be right this time.

Sorry for any typos;

Masterlist;

Drabbles Game;

Buy me a coffee?

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dragonsholygrail · 2 years

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Tomorrow Night

Steve Harrington x Reader

a/n: So I stole a scene from Buffy for part of this fic. Because I really loved how Oz asked Willow out and I needed to use it. It just screamed Steve Harrington to me. It’s my first time watching BTVS and I’m really loving it. It’s also my first time writing for ST so tell me how I did writing Steve!

summary: It’s the day before Robin’s birthday party and after all this time crushing on Steve, he finally asks you out. For tomorrow night. The one day you can’t go. But hey, you’re both invited, maybe you can work something out.

word count: 1.9k

You stand outside Family Video watching Steve Harrington flip the page of his magazine through the glass doors. Inhaling deeply, you attempt to gather your courage. You could talk to Steve. You could totally talk to Steve.

Swinging the door open you take two strides in before slamming your hands on the desk. Steve jumps, head jerking up to look at you. His eyes light up and your heart skips a beat. You try to ignore it.

“Whatcha got for me today, Scoops?” You ask, your words spilling out before you realize what you’re saying. Steve looks around, a small grin on his face.

“Everything. No one comes in here. You know this,” he says as he meets your eye again. He leans forward, pointing a reprimanding finger at you. “And besides, you can’t call me Scoops anymore. You know, on account of the shop burning down,” he adds, his shoulders bunching into a shrug. You smile as him in his old uniform flashes through your mind. You also lean forward, smiling fondly.

“In my heart you’ll always be wearing that cute little sailor hat,” you say dreamily, adding on a light sigh to add to your teasing. Steve’s face falls.

“Haha, very funny.” He leans back before motioning his hands like he’s shooing you. “Well, go on, look around. Rent something before I’m out of a job,” he quips, lips pursing. You straighten your form and send him a firm nod.

“Yes, sir, Captain,” you say, continuing on with the joke. Steve smirks as his eyebrow quirks up. Your eyes go wide.

Stiffly turning away from him, you make a quick dash to the back corner where Robin was reshelving some of the returned videos. You could feel his stare on your back. You internally beg for the upside down to open up and swallow you whole. That would be better than this.

“Oh my god, I’m such an idiot,” you breathe out as you reach your best friend. You press your hands to your face to try and cool your heated cheeks. Robin jumps a little before turning to face you, brows furrowed.

“What? Why? What did I miss?” She asks rapidly, her eyes darting around the store. You notice the quick rise and fall of your chest but you can’t feel it.

“Me. Steve. Failure to produce correct words,” you try and explain, everything that had just happened was a little foggy. You might’ve blacked out at one point.

“Is it happening again?” Robin asks dryly, brow raised as she looks over you. You shake your head.

“No. Just constantly replaying the bomb show that was that encounter,” you explain. Robin sends you a look that usually let you knew you were being overly dramatic. But no, not this time.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” she tries to comfort you by saying. You whimper and squeeze your face tighter as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks once more.

“I told him I imagine him wearing his cute little sailor hat,” you admit, eyes briefly shutting tight as your words echo through your head. Robin takes a step back and her eyes go wide as she looks off to the side. She puffs out her cheeks before blowing out the air.

“Wow.”

“I know,” you reply with a nod. Robin looks at you, expression the same.

“That is bad,” she states. You slap your hands against your thighs.

“I know!” You shout, careful not to be loud enough to attract Steve over and ask what they were talking about. You look around the back of the store. You need to get out of here and you would rather face the mind flayer than walk past Steve out the front door. “Can I sneak out the back? That way I won’t ever have to see him again. Then I can pack my things and move very very far away,” you plan, briefly wondering what door led to the back office and which one led to the closet. Robin holds up a hand.

“Can your travel plans wait till after my birthday party tomorrow night?” She asks. You purse your lips, tilting your head at her.

“But Steve will be there. And he can never see my face again,” you say simply. Robin grins, most likely about to throw some smart-ass comment your way when her eyes shift over your shoulder. They widen considerably as she lets out a short laugh.

“Uh… well there’s one problem with that,” she says, still looking away from you. You nod, but then do a double-take as you realize what she said.

“Only one? Wait— what problem?”

“The problem is that he’s coming over here right now,” Robin explains, grin widening.

“What?!” You strain to whisper-shout as your throat threatens to close all on its own. Robin looks back to you and her face falls as she watches you panic. Her expression and her tone soften as she places her hands on your shoulders.

“Hey, relax. Remember to process your words before you speak them, okay?” She says softly, sending you a kind and slightly amused smile. You nod.

“Okay.”

“Good job,” she praises before quickly making off in the opposite direction. You stay still, facing away from Harrington. Even as you feel him stop behind you. Silence fills the space between you for a few long moments.

“Hey…” Steve finally says, trailing off amusedly. You quickly swerve around to face him, a smile on your face that you really hoped didn’t look nervous.

“Hi, Steve. Hello. As I already said,” you say, fumbling with your words and clenching the hands you held behind your back.

Steve smiles softly, his gaze falling to the movies next to you both. With his arm leaning against the stand, he fiddles nervously with the edge of a rental.

“So listen…” he says, pushing off the stand and walking closer to you. You inhale sharply as you have to look up at him to meet his eye. “I’m gonna ask you to go out with me tomorrow night. And I’m kinda nervous about it, actually. It’s interesting, because I’ve never had a problem asking someone out before. I’ve done it a lot so this is kinda strange for me,” he explains, eyes flickering between your own. You try to remain calm but everything in your body is buzzing.

“Oh, well if it helps at all, I’m gonna say yes,” you reply, your cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling so much. But it’s the only thing you can do to stop yourself from squealing and making a fool of yourself. Steve nods, a laugh filled with relief leaving him.

“Yeah, it helps. It creates a comfort zone,” he explains, trying to motion the feeling with his hands. He stares at you for a moment. Looking deep into your eyes. “Do you want to go out with me tomorrow night?” He asks softly.

You go to immediately respond when Robin’s words echo through your head. Take a moment to process the words before speaking them. Best way to avoid word-vomiting. But then suddenly all of what Robin had told you came hurtling through your mind and you remember. Her birthday party was tomorrow! It seems you had both momentarily forgotten.

“Oh, I can’t!” You say regretfully as you slap a hand on your forehead. Steve’s jaw drops and he lets out a short laugh. He bobs his head, looking away from you.

“Well, see, I like that you’re unpredictable,” he jokes, starting to turn away and make a quick exit back to the front desk of the store. But luckily you’re quicker. Stepping forward, you take his hands, making him look down at them. You bring him to stand in front of you and you tighten your grip.

“It’s just that it’s Robin’s birthday tomorrow and she’s having that party, remember?” You say softly, hoping he knows it wasn’t him you were rejecting. His eyes widen almost comically and his eyes drift off to the side.

“Oh, right. Gotta get a present for that,” he blinks back and looks over to you, now with an easier smile on his face. “Well that’s ok, we can hangout another time.” You look down and start fiddling with his fingers.

“Or we could go together. To the party,” you suggest, too nervous to look at him as you do so.

“A first date? At a birthday party?” Steve asks with a raised brow. A snort accidentally escapes you. You look up at him and start talking before he realizes the sound that just left you.

“Why not? I’m pretty sure it’s the last place you haven’t taken someone out on a date,” you tease, a smirk resting on your face. Steve mirrors it before schooling his expression to appear as though he were thinking back.

“Well, actually…” You laugh, letting go of one of his hands to smack him lightly on the chest.

“Zip it, Harrington. So what do you say?” You ask, feeling excited and nervous all at once. Steve smiles, taking his free hand to rest it under your jaw. His thumb reaches to brush softly against your cheek.

“You and me? Going to the party together? Sounds like a plan,” he says softly as he looks deeply into your eyes. His breath hitches after a few moments and he slowly and carefully leans down to rest his temple against yours. All while your entire body is vibrating and you’re not even sure you’re breathing. “I’ll pick you up at 7,” he murmurs, breath ghosting across your cheek before he angles his head and presses his soft lips against your cheek for a few moments too long.

You exhale shakily as he releases you completely, hands squeezing lightly before letting go. His grin widens as he looks over you. Then he turns and starts walking back to the front.

You quickly turn your back to him and cover your mouth as you let out a silent scream. Every part of your body feels restless and excited and you can’t stop yourself from dancing in place. You jump and twist and shake your hips. You spin in a circle, only to see Steve dancing in place a few feet away. He turns just as you do and your eyes instantly connect. Your chest seizes from embarrassment and you stop your movements instantly.

“Oh, sorry!” You shout, holding your hand out. Steve stops as well, pursing his lips and sending you a stiff nod.

“Yeah. Yup. Sorry!” He says as he throws you a thumbs up. He turns back away and you watch as he rushes to hide behind the desk, staring intently at the computer.

“Oh my god…” you whisper to yourself, staring at the ground in slight horror.

“So how did it go?” Robin asks, her voice coming from behind you. You light up as you remember what happened before you once again made a fool out of yourself in front of Steve. You spin around to face Robin, instantly grabbing at her forearms.

“I managed to speak in complete sentences!” You say excitedly. Robins smiles brightly as she laughs.

“Awe, I knew you could do it!” She says as she shakes you a little. You try your best to grin slyly.

“And it looks like I have a date to your birthday party tomorrow,” you announce cheekily. Robin nods in respect.

“Gnarly. So you’ve cancelled your travel plans then?” She questions amusedly. You burst out laughing, letting go of her in order to shrug. You look over your shoulder to see Steve already watching you. He smiles, sending a small wave.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll stick around.”

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fxckingghxst · 2 years

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Stranger Things Headcanons

You have a smoke sesh with Steve and Eddie

Pairing: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x GN!Reader (not in a relationship with either one)

Genre: fluff, some humor, Steve has crush on reader, Eddie has crush on reader, reader is oblivious and just wants to smoke

Warnings: drug use (weed)

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for a while and finally finished it! I love Eddie so much I swear. <3

this was definitely Eddie’s idea

Steve only tagged along under the guise to “keep you safe” as he put it

but you’ve smoked a few times with Eddie before so you know what you’re getting into

but Steve is Steve, he’s protective and caring and maybe has a bit of a crush on you

and once he hears you’ve been hanging out with Eddie Munson outside of school, the claws come out

you all arrive to Eddie’s house and Steve has to be reassured again that everything will be fine

you basically have to drag him into the trailer reminding him that he’s the one who wanted to be here

“yeah, but it doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it” Steve says

“if Steve wants to be a prude, then let him” Eddie replies

Steve can’t let Eddi talk to him like this, especially in front of you

so he walks in confidently and waits as Eddie rolls a few joints for everyone- an annoyed look on his face

you grab your lighter and light the first one that Eddie made, taking the first hit before handing it over to Steve

he takes it and eyes it suspiciously before looking over at you

you started coughing up a storm just as Eddie finished rolling another joint

“you sound like you’re dying” Steve comments

“that’s normal” you say as you finish your coughing fit

Steve gives you a skeptical look but pushes his hesitance aside and takes a small hit

he erupted into a fit of coughs and handed the joint back to you shaking his head as he tried to ask for water

Eddie chuckled to himself as he got up to the kitchen to get him a glass of water

Steve chugged it gratefully and let out a big sigh

“that was horrible”

“it’s not so bad once you get used to it, Stevie” Eddie says as he puts his joint to his lips

“here, I’ll do something that Eddie did to me when I first started” you say

you inhale the smoke and hold it in your mouth before motioning for Steve to come closer to you

he scoots to the edge of his seat and you roll your eyes before getting off your chair and leaning forward so that you were in bed away from his face

his mouth opened instinctively at how close you were and you opened your mouth to blow the smoke from your mouth to his

you sat back down in your chair and smiled at the dumbfounded look on his face

“close your mouth Harrington” you teased

he blushed a bright red and sat back into his chair

“wait, you said Eddie… you and Eddie did that too?”

you looked towards Eddie and shrugged your shoulders

“i was a newbie; it made it easier to smoke”

Eddie couldn’t help the sly grin spread across his face as Steve grew a tad jealous

a little less than an hour later everyone seemed to relax a bit more

things were a bit more funny

thoughts were more random

and the tense vibes between Eddie and Steve seemed to dissipate and they were actually talking like friends

Eddie always seems to ask the dirtiest and most private questions that you and Steve answered with little hesitance

it just didn’t feel awkward between you three at all

Steve had just resorted to laughing at everything Eddie was saying

eventually you all found your way into the kitchen, picking through Eddie cabinets and drawers for something to eat

Steve grabbed a box of cereal (Raisin Bran surprisingly)

Eddie had gotten a coke and some buttered toast

and you settled for juice and a peanut butter jelly sandwich

eventually after listening to music and playing question games you all became tired

falling asleep we’re you all were- you on Eddie’s bed while Steve and Eddie sat back to back on the floor

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therosebunpost · 1 year

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Disclaimer: If you want to use this idea, please do so! Feel free to tag me, because I’d love to see what you do with it!

I’m back on my movie AU bullshit again-

But a Mean Girls inspired AU with Steddie x a GN! Reader. Steve is Regina, Eddie is Janis and Reader is Cady. Mainly I want to take the plot idea of Eddie scheming with Reader to take down King Steve! However things quickly get messy when Reader starts to fall for the both of them, and they uncover older wounds between the two of them. Broken promises of staying together, and feelings left unexplored.

This could also be a Heathers AU, but I dunno, I can’t see Eddie being JD tbh. I feel like Janis fits him better. That, or the school thinks he’s a JD type but in actuality it’s someone else and Eddie’s just being framed for a bunch of bad shit. Which could in turn bring in the elements from the Upside Down. Steve, knowing Eddie isn’t capable of this kinda thing, begrudgingly joins in the plan to help clear his name, all the while their past is revealed to Reader.

I just feel like the Mean Girls dynamic of Regina and Janis could fit Steve and Eddie really well, so I figured I’d share this.

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starryexposures · 2 years

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Got You

Summary: Steve had always comforted you during your worst moments, not it’s your turn to return the gesture. (Steve Harrington x Reader) - A bit of angst with a fluffy ending, 1.1K Words.

A/N: This is inspired by this post by @stevethehairington. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and needed a soft blurb of Steve being comforted.

The water left Steve’s muscles feeling tight. Its iciness cut through his veins like a knife, his arms growing tired and numb. His fingers twitched while grabbing at his surroundings, trying to crawl out of the bubble.

The blueness of the lake was piercing, miles and miles of darkness surrounded the swimmer. The light from above was growing dim, the voice that accompanied it fading. Steve could hear the call of his name, but its origin remained lost in the abyss as he continued treading the water. He could feel his lungs fill with water, the air turning into liquid.

Steve was drowning.

His name was called out again, louder than before, beckoning for him to surface. There was a sense of panic in the voice, Steve could tell despite the warped vibrato.

The tightness moved to his chest, constraining his breath. Steve wanted to go to the voice; he wanted to kick his legs and chase it and bring himself into the light so badly. But the boy was so tired, so exhausted from his run away from darkness.

Then like a tree branch during a lightning storm, his focus snapped. The clarity of his vision sharpened as he saw you. Your figure penetrated the water with a faint sploosh. You continued to dive down towards him with your hand outstretched to help him escape. But it didn’t make a difference.

He wanted to scream, yell at you to go back, tell you that lightness gets eaten up within seconds this far down the lake. But he continued to be pulled further down, his stillness turning into fear.

Everything was happening too fast, too quick for him to resist.

Steve whipped his eyes open, lungs gasping for air and body shooting forward. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the night, feeling a weight on his lower torso. He started up towards you, his eyes were only inches away from your form gaze. A halo formed above you as the night stars shone through the window of his bedroom.

You looked like an angel.

You sat straddled on his hips, hands grasping on his arms. You bit the bottom of your lip, trying to hide your trembling. There was a moment of silence, a mutual understanding of what just happened.

“Are you okay?” you whispered, feeling stupid about your words. You knew he wasn’t okay, that sleep has lost its ability to visit peacefully. But there were no words that could summarize your worry for him. Any diction that could soothe either of your minds simply didn’t exist.

There was a sudden coldness when you began to peel your fingers off Steve’s skin. One by one they lifted towards the galaxy of the boy's freckled face. You adjusted yourself, pulling his head towards your chest, bringing him in close enough to hear your heartbeat.

Steve allowed himself to relax into your embrace, arms loosely circling around your waist. His touch was timid, a foreignness to the way he planted his chin into you. You gave him a look, granting him permission to let down his walls.

It wasn’t the first time you’ve witnessed him like this, a distance in his eyes and dissonance in his movements. Nightmares tended to be vivid for him. The shock of past events bleeding into and manipulating one’s dreams would ridden anyone into such a state, but it was always scary for you when it happens to Steve.

Steve, your golden boy, your sunshine bottled up in human form. Steve, who always made you feel safe, who always took the bullet for everyone else.

You felt the fabric of your sleep shirt grow wet, pockets of humidity forming where your boyfriend’s head laid. You felt the rumble of his body, his fears catching up to him.

The two of your held each other close. Your lips found the temple of his forehead pressing in reassurance. “We’re okay,” you mumbled into his presence with your own tears threatening to fall, “I’ve got you.”

Steve’s words hiccupped in his throat as he tried to calm himself, his voice not cooperating with his brain. You heard quips of a lake, water, and being dropped into the darkness, between his desperate gulps of air. It twisted your heart knowing that he lost a part of himself that night at lovers lake. It was all such a blur, the screaming, the bats.

And it hurt you more to know that the scare ran further down Steve’s system beyond just that one instance.

You continued to hold him, kissing soft words to ease his mind. “C’mon baby, let’s get you settled down.” You breathed, guiding him softly towards the bathroom.

The yellow light surrounded the two of you as you placed him onto the toilet seat, its glow bringing back some of the warmth that was lost. Steve silently drank from the cup of water you handed him as your hands worked to remove his sweat-soaked shirt and clear his tear-stained cheeks.

Steve felt his breathing steady after a second glass of water, his sides feeling better after being clothed in one of your sweatshirts. It fit a little small on him, but he could care less given how it smelt exactly like you. His arms circled around your waist again. The hold felt assured this time, Steve strong in his grip. The boy gently stopped you in your tracks as he set his head on your stomach.

You returned the touch, defaulting to drawing little shapes on his back shoulders.

“Thank you.” The words slipped tenderly from the his mouth, the tone so delicate that anyone else but you would’ve missed it being spoken.

“Course,” You replied, glad to have been some sort of help. “I’ve got you.”

The two of you returned to bed, Steve’s head resting against your chest as he dozed off to the rhythm of your breathing and the sensation of your hands playing with his hair. When he woke the next morning, Steve had found himself alone with your side of the bed empty.

With gentle steps, he trailed downstairs where he found you in the kitchen warming up a mix of frozen breakfast items. He took in your frame, admiring the way the morning sunshine brought attention to all your parts.

Lightness thrived up here with you in his kitchen.

Steve had finally caught your attention and he beamed when you smiled sheepishly at the domestic situation you’ve put yourself in.

“Hungry?” You asked, already knowing his answer and readying a piece of waffle for your lover’s mouth as he made his way over to the stove.

He chose your lips instead, favoring the taste of your tongue mixed with the honey green tea you had this morning. “Thank you,” Steve whispered again, capturing you in his arms, earnest coating his throat.

You pressed a kiss on his nose that made his face scrunch up before feeding him a bit of breakfast, your actions replying for you and telling him: you’ve got him.

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pendragon-writes · 2 years

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𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈 "𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒜𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶"

❤️=Romantic 🧸=Child/Teen Reader 💙=Platonic

💊=Hurt/Comfort 💛=Fluff 🌎=Au 📖=Series

None Yet

#steve rogers #steve x male reader #steve x gn!reader #captain america #captain america x male reader #captain america x gn!reader #male reader #x male reader #gn reader #gn!reader #cap

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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jealousy, jealousy

steve harrington x gn!reader, 530 words tw: trust issues, arguments, mentions of alcohol and parties a/n: trying out a new format, not sure how i feel about it yet

The moon had long since risen in the sky. Stars littered the vast darkness, trying to give some light to the situation it observed from afar. But even then, it seemed as if nothing could make it better.

“We’re not just friends, and you know it!”

The words left your lips before you could stop them. You had been doing that many times that evening—from the car, to the party, to now.

Were you jealous? Maybe you were jealous. But the way that woman clung to Steve made your skin crawl. It made your insides burn, boiling the alcohol that had once kept you at bay.

Steve stared at you, silence encapsulating the dirt street you stood on. Confusion etched his features, clinging to every crease in his skin as he frowned.

“What—”

You held up a hand, stopping him from speaking. Tears burned your eyes as you took in a deep breath.

“I thought we were more. I thought we were more than friends, Steve,” you said. “And you just—you just stand there, letting some girl hang off of your arm like she’s arm candy!”

“Cherish? The chick who was throwing the party? Y/n—"

“—I knew you were an asshole, but I didn’t think you’d ever be one to me.”

Steve clenched his jaw. What were you on about? You weren’t even giving him a minute to defend himself—to keep you from berating him because of a misunderstanding. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“We are not just friends,” he said. “But I would have thought you would have more faith in me than that.”

You paused, looking up at him.

“What?”

“Before you ran off. I was telling her that I was seeing someone,” he said. “Had you waited a minute, you would have seen me pushing her away. But, no, you ran. You ran, and I followed. Because we are not just friends, and I hate to think that you were about to get hurt. I hate to think that you can’t trust me.”

You frowned. Words caught in the back of your throat, but they made no attempt to come out.

“Steve…”

“No. No, I’m just… I’m going home. Do you need a ride? Nancy is back at the party. I can’t… I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Steve,” you said, panic striking you still. “Wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize—”

“—no, Y/n. Trust… trust is a two-way street, and you need to trust me at some point if this is going to work. I know you have issues. Everyone does. But that’s not… that’s not fair to me.”

Steve squeezed his eyes shut, running a hand through his already messy hair. “I’m going home. I’ll call you tomorrow. I just… need to get home.”

Steve left you there, reeling at your own mind. You knew you loved him—that much is true. But a part of you had yet to find trust; a part of you remained painfully alone in the corner of your mind, shouting orders left and right to never trust the one person you should be able to trust completely.

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hungharrington · 11 months

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So I um I found an amazing video and now I’m plagued by thoughts of sitting on Steve’s bed, him between your legs with his back to your chest, and giving him the sweetest loveliest softest handjob ever, scratching his tummy hairs and peppering kisses all over his neck

nonnie did i or did i not tell u i was coming back for this ask? and i came back with a hunger -- sort of sub!steve, 1.5k, everything the ask describes, as always MDNI this entire blog is 18+! enjoy <3

Steve doesn’t think anyone has ever asked to take care of him before.

He’s had plenty of partners in bed, sure. He’s rife with enough experience that honestly he thinks it would take a really strange request to throw him off his game. But you had— when you asked, “Can I just take care of you tonight?”

He hadn’t even been entirely sure what you had meant, pulling back from the steamy make-out with you on his lap— the usual late night rendezvous.

But still, he gave a slow and earnest nod, a soft ‘sure, honey’ and let you rearrange the two of you til you were leaning back on the headboard and he was leaning back against you. Your thighs on either side of him, your arms looped around his middle. Like a little spoon. Steve secretly adores it.

“Y’know I can’t exactly do much in this position,” Steve chuckles, pretending to have his reservations, even if he’s already eager to see what you mean by taking care of him. Your arms are around his waist, warm, your fingers tucking up his shirt to begin to work it upwards.

“Mm,” you hum, hoisting it higher and Steve moves forward, letting it get tugged off and over his head. Cool air flushes down his chest. “Dunno if you’re grasping the idea of letting me take care of you if you’re worrying bout that.”

The shirt flutters to the ground, forgotten, as your hands explore to freshly exposed skin. Steve sighs sweetly as you trace softly across his tummy, nails dragging lightly as your near his thighs. His cock is already perking up. It’s been interested since earlier, you in his lap and your tongue in his mouth, and it doesn’t take many more lingering touches for it to reach proper attention.

“No one ever taken care of you before, baby?” You ask, lips scraping his ear. Your breath is warm and your voice is low— but the kiss you give beneath his ear is hot and wet. You suckle at the skin, not even a nip of teeth. Desire pools low in Steve’s gut, a simmering heat.

One of your hands moves over his boxers and gives his bulge a gentle rub, making Steve rumble out a soft moan. Your other hand rubs soothing down his thigh.

Steve shakes his head to answer no to your question. His eyes fight to stay open, torn between wanting to watching your wandering hands or turning to kiss you but your persistent kisses on his neck give him little choice. He shifts his hips.

“Not- not like this,” Steve admits, breath a little short already. His tummy tenses when your hand drags back up over it, just a soft scratch of nails. His cock aches harder. He wishes you would touch it, wishes you would reach your hand in, all hot, soft and wet and tug it in that perfectly teasing way he knows you can.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, hips shifting upward again. You smile at his impatience.

“Can we take these off?” You ask, pinching the ruffled elastic of his boxers. Steve nods fervently, hips shifting up to let you slide them down so he can kick them off. His chest feels warm, flushed beneath the hair and another groan tumbles out when you finally curl your fingers around his cock. “Fuck,” he pants as you pump tantalizing slow. “Fuck, feels so good, honey,”

A hunger for the feeling grows in his stomach, gnawing for more bliss. Steve lets his head tips back, resting against your shoulder and you take advantage of it in an instant; kisses upon kisses up his neck. It’s messy, lips wet with spit as you scrape your teeth down, right as your rub over the slit of his cock— Steve twitches, a jagged whine pushing past his lips. He pants a little heavier.

Pausing for a moment, you pull your hand back to your mouth and let yourself drool over it— sticky saliva covering your fingers. This time, when you grip his cock, Steve gasps loudly. Slick, hot, sounds reverberate in the room as you jerk him, hand twisting perfectly. Still slow, still gentle.

Your mouth find his earlobe, teeth nibbling a little mean, your hand not stopping— and Steve moans a little louder, like he can’t help it. His cock gives a little dribble of precum, tummy all tensed up again.

“See? S’nice to be taken care of,” You murmur softly. You thumb his slit again, delighting in the spurt his cock gives, then dive down to cup his balls. Your other hand strokes along his thigh lovingly, nails drawing lines as you rake them back up to his v-line.

Steve shivers, shuddering sweet whines escaping him. He’s so unbearably hard for you- especially as you rub his balls so perfectly, your hand dragging back up his cock and then back down, a mind-melting cycle. It’s so much, it’s not even close to enough, it’s, it’s—

“Oh god,” Steve whimpers loudly. His eyes have finally crushed closed, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly beside you. His gut is burning with heat, pleasure filling every limb. It feels good. He wants to writhe against you, wants to fuck your fist, wants you to keep teasing him just like you’re doing.

“Oh god, oh fuck- f-fuck,” His words are getting more pathetic by the minute, barely fully formed, drenched in a whimpering tone. “Please, don’t… don’t tease, no- ah,”

It’s not even teasing, you just aren’t rubbing him hot and fast like usual. Your movements are slow, doused in adoration — your core feels sticky, burning hot from watching Steve get all worked up in your arms.

“M’not teasing you,” you say, fondling his balls and rubbing your palm against them in a circular motion, building his lust. Steve’s tense body and punched out breathes contradict your words. He’s so whiny. It’s a pity no one’s ever taken care of him before — though your stomach pinches hotly to know only you get to see him this way.

“Just taking care of you,” you sigh, grip tightening as you pull it back up his cock, giving the smallest jerk. Steve warbles out a throaty whimper, egged on by your roaming touch along his thighs. He feels molten hot, tummy already all clenched up, his cock just leaking all over your hand. Pleasure buzzes wildly in his body, back starting to arch up.

“Hone- aw, fuckfuckfuck, yes, just there, please, honey,” he pleads, voice starting to sound wrecked and feeble. God, he sounds pathetic; he only sounds like this when he's been fucking you for a good while. But a few minutes of the right touch? Reduces to a whiny mess in your hands.

“So pretty,” you whisper and Steve can’t tell if you mean him or his dribbling cock, all pink and twitching in your hand. He can’t even feel the fabric gripped between his own fingers— can’t feel anything except your palm right around the head of his cock, teasing it lightly. It’s torture, it’s perfect, it’s not enough, it’s—

“Please!” The word bursts out of Steve, desperate, swallowed immediately by a moan. He fights to get his next words out as your hand returns to his heavy balls, caressing them soft and slow again. It’s not fucking enough. His pleas fall out all whimpery, “Take— take care of me, please, wanna cum, I wanna- I wanna—“

It’s the magic words. You grip his cock properly, your whole hand curling around him for the first time that night and you set a fast pace- lewd, squelching sounds echo in the bedroom. Steve keens forward, a soft cry coming from him as his pleasure turns into a blaze in his stomach. “Oh my god, oh god- yes, fuck—“

Your free hand moves to his tummy, scratching down to thatch of hair at the base of his cock and Steve can’t help it, he cums, hard. He turns his head, hides it in your neck and releases a whimpery sort of wail. His chest heaves as his pretty cock spurts out his hot pearly cum — coating your hand enough to ride him through it, your hand never stopping.

“That’s it, so good,” You coo at him. Your sweet words carry him through it, your pace slowing as his body starts to twitch back against yours. His cock gives a few final dribbles of cum and you rub your thumb over his slit, spreading it. Steve whimpers loudly. “Mm, there we go.”

It feels like it takes forever for him to settle back down. Steve feels wrung out, feels spent, feels like he had his brain melted out his ears — like he could just nap against you now and be happy forever. Your soft kiss against his cheek has him opening his eyes, pulling back enough to look at your face.

“Good?” You ask, though he knows you can tell just how fucking good it was. “Good to be taken care of?”

Steve nods with a loving hum, a hefty exhale rushing out his lungs and he lets his face huddle back into your neck, eyes slipping shut. He’ll move in a minute- maybe when he can feel his thighs again.

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“if you were to throat fuck me, i’d probably vomit from my gag reflex.”

the rustling of steve moving his head on his cotton pillow filled the quiet room. “what the hell are you talking about?” his voice holding a bit of thickness in the back of his throat.

now you turned your head from staring at the ceiling to look at steve on your left. “well cause you have a big dick-“ “thanks for the ego inflation.”

you teasingly smack a hand into steve’s chest, he held it down with his own limb. “i can barely take half of you when going at my own speed. and i was just thinking about how when you put your hands on my head and give me a little push, i worry i might vomit. i’ve had girlfriends tell me it’s happened to them before. and if that were to happen to me i’d ask you to kill me right on the spot.” all seriousness coating your words.

steve’s big brown eyes stared you down as his bushy brows rose at your last sentence. your linked hands gently rising and falling with steve’s even breathing. “first, you’re being extra dramatic. second, if you even feel that way when i get more…forceful, you should smack my thigh or something. don’t just take it.”

you pushed up to your elbow and halfway leaned over steve, bed head framing your face, “no, yeah, i know that. you aren’t like forcing me all the way so i’m fine, but something i just think about those guys in porn. you know?” a squint to your eyes trying to determine is steve understands what you mean.

now steve pushing onto his elbow with a similar squint, “what kind of porn are you watching? and why?”

a painted finger traced over steve’s hairy chest, “nothing crazy. and it’s mostly just for inspiration. that one trick i did yesterday, got it from porn. and you seemed quiet pleased if i remember correctly.” smirking as you leaned forward to peck at steve’s rosy lips.

he hummed in content, “and i absolutely did. but anyway, why don’t we train you. if you want we can prep your throat better.” a palm rubbing at your bicep comfortingly.

“anything to suck your dick, baby.” already shuffling your way down his body and pulling away his comforter.

his bare lower body was a delicious sight to behold. dark hairy thighs on display, your mind wanting to bite into them. his thick, long cock starting to move on its own, going from soft to hard in a minute.

“excited for my training?” a teasing tone with seductive eyes directed towards steve who laid back down, hands folded behind his head. a cocky smirk tugging his lips. “anything involving you gets me excited quickly.”

“just don’t get too excited. gonna need your cock for a while, baby.” planting your hands to his thighs while positioning yourself.

“take all the time you need.”

you leaned closer to steve’s cock, allowing a small glob of spit to drip from your mouth. his dick twitching at the sensation. steve moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth opening in a small gasp.

moving in for the action, you swiped the flat of your tongue to the underside of his dick, going from his hairy balls to the top. hungry eyes watching steve’s every reaction, it only spurred you on for more.

“just getting started, baby.” finally wrapping your right hand onto his cock, fingertips not touching. you started with slow strokes, using your spit for lube.

steve quietly whined with each stroke, his stomach flexing to control himself. seeing that his cock was fully hard, now was the time to begin. sticking your tongue out, you kitten licked at the tip a few times, enjoying the twitch of reaction from the wet muscle.

“baby- fuck-“ a groan cutting steve off as you opened your mouth and took about four inches confidently. lips wrapping around the skin as you bobbed your head, right hand stroking at the lonely bits.

steve moved his hands from behind his head to sit on his torso. one touching his v-line while the other traveled to sit in your hair. you couldn’t help but stare at his long fingers, digits that fuck your cunt or get stuffed into your mouth and you happily suck on them.

slowly you pushed yourself forward, gaining another three inches. only about two more and you have him completely sitting in your mouth. his cock was heavy on your tongue, saliva slipping from the sides of your mouth.

you pulled away quickly when you felt the telltale sign of a gag. you coughed a bit when your throat was free, spit falling to land on your chest.

“not- not bad, but you could do better, doll.” steve grabbed a fist full of hair and tugged. a signal to show what he was about to do.

“yes, daddy.” allowing for steve to guide your mouth back to his awaiting cock. with a bit more force he shoved your head down onto him, nose almost brushing with his bush of pubes.

“atta girl.” he purred with his head thrown back and hips bucking up, tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

you closed your eyes and just focused of the feel and weight of him. letting your tongue toy with his underside and nails dig into the meat of his thighs. you took slow inhales through your nose, calming yourself and relaxing your throat.

giving yourself a minute of composure, you started to bob your head back before going in. out and in, out and in, out and in. more drool pooling from your filled mouth, soaking steve’s dick nicely for easily traction.

“al- almost there. swallow or spit?” steve looked down at you with a fucked out face. teary eyes just stared back up to him and you didn’t budge an inch.

“swallow. good girl.” steve took back some rein and pushed your head down as he fucked his hips up. you moaned in pleasure at the sensation, both from the grip on your hair and the roughness in your mouth.

“i’m- i’m gonna…” shots of warm liquid hit the back of your throat. you hummed on his dick, his groaned at the action.

steve released your hair and you slowly pulled off his cock, wanting to lick it clean of his cum, humming to yourself at the salty taste.

“see, all we had to do was train you.”

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warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??

a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333

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November 1985

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?”

Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make.

“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.

She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”

The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”

Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.

“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”

Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around.

“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.”

Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.

It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.

You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro.

Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money.

But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.

There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.

Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.

You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?”

He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.

When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”

He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.

“Hey. Glad your test is over?”

That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”

You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.

“You have work today?”

Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment.

Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge.

“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.”

You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”

The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.

“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say.

The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.

“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice.

“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.

“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.

Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek.

Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it.

“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”

“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”

Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.

Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.

He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.

You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door.

He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do.

When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.

Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.

He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.

“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him.

He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?” “Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him.

“Besides what?”

You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.

Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.

“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again.

“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.

“You know what.”

“I want you to go.”

“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”

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The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.

Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims.

She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.

Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…”

You and Billy.

You and Billy Hargrove.

Sharing a room.

Sharing a bed.

Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.

“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.

“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”

That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”

You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?

Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?

“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”

He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”

He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.

“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”

You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh.

“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”

You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.

“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.

You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”

Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.

“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”

You nod your head, and try to move back from him.

Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”

You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”

Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win.

“Really?”

He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.

“Yeah, baby.”

Baby.

It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”.

And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.

“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”

“Mhm. Thought so.”

This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.

“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.

When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.

You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind.

You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them.

Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one.

“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.

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Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out.

“Right hand blue.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”

Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card.

“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don’t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”

“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.

He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can.

Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask.

He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.”

“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”

“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.

“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”

You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.

“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.

You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”

His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”

Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either.

The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.

It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.

————

You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.

You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in.

He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you.

When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own.

You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.

He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.

“C’mere then.”

You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”

“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”

“Billy.”

“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.

Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined.

He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?”

“Yeah.”

Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?”

“Yes.”

He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.

Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before.

He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him.

“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.”

You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.

“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break.

“You’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”

He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous.

It’s just me.

“Do they hurt at all?”

Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean.

“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”

You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed.

He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.

“Goodnight, baby.”

————

When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.

Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look.

You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in.

Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.

Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.

You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.

“Sleep okay?” she asks.

“Mhm. You?”

“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.”

You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up.

“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”

You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”

“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”

You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”

“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet.

“Oh my god.”

“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”

“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”

“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.

“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.”

Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.”

He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being.

“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”

————

Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.

It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.

It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool.

You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.

“Whatcha doin’?”

Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you.

“That sounds nice.”

“Mhm.”

“I can go back inside, if you want.”

Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does.

“Okay.”

He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do.

“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”

“I understand, Billy.”

You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see.

“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say.

“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”

He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.

Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.

When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.

He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child.

“You motherfucker!”

You get him back, and he’s laughing.

Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.

You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.

“Billy!”

“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.

You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating.

When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.

“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”

You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it.

He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them.

He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.

Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.

It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.

When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.

Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.

“I’m in love with you, you know.”

“I know,” you respond.

He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.

“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”

“Damn right you are.”

You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.

“So much for that,” Billy says.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

————

“I’m regretting this, Billy.”

“Stop whining.”

Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this.

“Get off.”

“No.”

“Get off, please.”

“Make me.”

There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.

He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”

And you’d do it again.

“Didn’t work, did it?”

“No. Shut up and take it.”

By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.

You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content.

He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.

He’s never had this before.

Hell, you’ve never had this before.

And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.

You’re healing him. You.

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