sunshine is truly the glue of the family and when she wanted to leave it hurt sm because she wasn't realizing how much theu actually love her
thatâs true!! she is so loved! she didnât know it then but she definitely knows now after losing her parents, she saw it in the way they took care of her and were there for her
okay but letâs talk about eddie immediately locking in also when he was initially avoiding sunshine and being short w her until she said they wonât have to worry about her anymoređ„Či love their friendship sm
YES like that is his best friend, heâs not gonna lose her because his other best friend cant grow some balls !!!
eddie and sunshine are such a funny duo! but do you remember how jealous steve got when eddie and sunshine were running around in the snow and she slipped and eddie tried to catch her but instead they both fell to the ground and she landed in his lap? đ
when the whole house was fighting bc steve and sunshine werenât on good terms and nancy was upset w steve so eddie was upset w nancy and my poor sunshine was gonna leave bc she thought she was the problem
she genuinely felt like they were falling apart because of her and that broke her heart because it was her first ever genuine friend group that she loved and appreciated so so much, she thought she was gonna lose them because she couldnât keep her feelings for him a secret đ
HE WOULD HAVE DIED FOR HER !!! (all while claiming he didnât like her that way)
the morning after was so freaking cute to write! like when she kissed his shoulder and he pulled her into his arms :') that moment was so special and intimate, and really the start of it all! but do you remember how protective he was of her after that? đ
sighhh steve not being able to sleep bc he and sunshine werenât on good terms so they werenât sleeping together but she realizes that he hasnât been sleeping so she stays with himđ«
YES he was so miserable without her :(( but so was she without him! especially when she had to make peace with him not feeling the same way (that was torture)
#whorememberes when it was pouring rain and sunshine and steve had to get in this car NAKED and to cuddle and this slut got a fucking boner. i just think that was so intimate especially for them who didnt really like eachother
YASSSSSSSSS
and when she sat on it đ that scene was one of my favorites. it really was intimate af, their bare skin against each other, her straddling him, him holding her all freaking night, them discovering that they can sleep without getting nightmares when they sleep with each other. that truly was the start of it all
contents: dubcon!!!!!; toxic!boyfriend!steve x fem!reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; jealous!steve; possessive/obsessive!steve; light bondage; slight stalking; piv; steve is pushy and overprotective but he really genuinely thinks itâs whatâs best for you :( <\3⊠something something itâs very hot when a man loves you so much that he wonât let you goâŠ
thinking of boyfie steve being protective of you to the point where itâs borderline toxic. or maybe even outright toxic. like, he was always looking out for you as friends, but some sort of switch flips the literal moment you say âyesâ to being his girl, sitting in his car at loverâs lake one summer evening.
all of your problems are suddenly his to fix. flat tire? he insists on you sitting in the car while he fixes it up, even though you know what youâre doing. itâs chilly out and youâre not wearing a jacket? heâll buy one for you so that you donât catch a cold. not drinking enough water? he notices, and he wonât let you out of his sight until youâve finished at least one glass in his presence.
itâs nice at first, being taken care of like this â but soon it feels a little condescending and sometimes even chauvinistic. there are boundaries you try to set with him, stressing that youâre not stupid. and steve does know that! youâre the smartest prettiest angel heâs ever seen! but a little thing like you shouldnât have to carry the world on your shoulders. he sweet talks you, calms you down, telling you that he simply loves spoiling you and could very happily do so for the rest of his life.
but it doesnât really feel like heâs spoiling you when heâs sizing up a guy who you were making small talk with while waiting for your drink at the bar. you watch your sweet steve turn from a puppy into a watch dog, his fingers digging into your waist and ushering you away from the presence of whatever âsleazeâ was just âtrying to fuck you.â thatâs how steve sees the interaction, at least. as a threat. someone who wants to take you away from him.
you blow up at him when the cool outside air hits you. breaking out of his grip to shove your pointer finger into his chest and scolding him, words vicious, things you donât really mean but youâre just so sick of him acting like youâre incapable of existing without him.
âiâm a big girl, steve, i can fucking handle myself!â
this is where steve disagrees with you. but he lets you rant at him until your throat hurts, and he lets you poke at his chest until it turns red. he lets you seethe in the car on the way home. most shocking of all, he doesnât argue with you when you tell him you need a little space, a few days to just breathe without him watching you as if you might choke on air at any given moment.
he gives you a few days. itâs agonizing torture for him, and he sort of hopes itâs the same for you, too. though you do actually seem a lot happier when he watches you from the parking lot of the hawkins public pool, dressed in a goddamn bikini, one that he bought you, one that youâre only supposed to wear at his place. surrounded by friends with your tits barely concealed, where the lowliest trash in town can have an eyeful of your body.
he has half the mind to get out of his car and drag you away, but he knows better than to blow his cover now. so he waits until youâre tucked in bed that night to knock on your window and sweetly ask if youâd let him in. just to talk. nothing else. promise!
but would steve really be a loving boyfriend if he let you get away with that shit? no! heâs gotta fight for you, doesnât he? even if that means tying you to your headboard haphazardly with a silk scarf when you get all combative again. even if that means slapping his hand over your mouth so that youâd just listen to him instead of arguing. until he finally shoves your underwear into your mouth with a regrettable sigh because youâre acting like someone youâre not.
âwhereâd my good girl go?â he asks softly, hands tracing down your body, cloaked in one of his oversized hawkins basketball shirts and nothing more. âwhat happened, baby? hm?â
you try to argue with him, but nothing quite makes sense past the cotton in your mouth.
a hand lingers at the base of your neck, steveâs finger gently tracing over the golden s that hangs on an expensive chain he got you. heâs at least pleased that you havenât removed it, but it seems that, perhaps, itâs not doing such a good job at reminding you of who you belong to.
âi know youâre mad at me,â he says, sounding absentminded as his fingers continue to stroke his initial. it looks so pretty on you. âlet me make it up to you, okay?â
you let him push your legs apart. you let him push his old t-shirt up over your breasts. you let him kiss down your neck while your chest rapidly rises and falls, clearly worked up â pissed at him and so wildly turned on that your sheets are darkening under you, wet with your arousal.
he fucks the look right out of you. spreads your legs wide and hitches them up on his shoulders, bending you in half. pushes in with one brutal thrust, a perverse sense of pride overtaking him while he watches your eyes widen and your fists clench above you.
âsaid you were a big girl,â he groans. ânow youâre lookinâ at me like you canât take it. need me to help you, huh?â
you clench hard around him, hips bucking, trying to get away from the stretch.
steve laughs. âyeah. just like i fuckinâ thought.â
every thrust is rough, but thereâs intention behind it. each push of his hips is slow and deep, tilted just right, the tip of him sweeping over your g-spot over and over. you couldnât even find it with your dumb little fingers before him. each press is a kiss to the deepest part of you â i love you. i love you. i love you. let me.
âi can be better,â he groans in your ear. âfuck, honey, let me show you.â
that doesnât mean heâll take a step back â instead, he means that heâll help you get used to him. to his hand on the small of your back, to his overwhelming need to take care of you, to the rest of your lives together where you donât lift a fucking finger except for him to put a ring on it and for you to take care of his kids.
and, considering how dumb you get when he has you like this, all spread open and at his mercy, it may actually be an easy lesson for you. and if it isnât, thatâs okay. heâll keep you here as long as necessary. and youâll thank him for it.
tbh I had so so many ideas jumping around in my head and I would look for these kinds of stories on here but wouldn't find what I was looking for and a close friend encouraged me back then so I gave it a try! Found my new hobby that way hehe
