a/n: been thinking about this a lot a lot and finally got around to writing it
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“and here we have my beautiful girlfriend who put this whole party together.”
you looked into the video camera for a brief second, drunkenly smiling into it before looking up at steve. “you’re having way too much fun with this thing already, birthday boy.”
“what? it’s actually a very cool gift.” you could tell steve was a little drunk too, but you didn’t think that would’ve changed how into the gift he was; the camera the kids pooled their money together to get for him. “say hi.”
“hi,” you said, smiling and looking right into the lens again, and then you playfully stuck your tongue out at it.
“i love you,” steve said with a soft happy laugh. “so much.”
“i love you too. so, so much,” you told him and he leaned down to kiss you.
“thank you again for doing this whole thing,” he mumbled against your lips. “best surprise ever.”
you couldn’t help but smile. “no need to thank me. you deserve it, best boyfriend ever.”
the camera was filming the wooden floor at this point, but it probably still picked up what you two were saying.
you pulled away from steve after a second, knowing that the longer you two were wrapped up in one another, the more your friends would playfully make fun of the two of you.
“you should go film robin and nancy doing karaoke. i think that them drunkenly singing bohemian rhapsody needs to be documented.”
steve nodded. “great idea.”
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after that first night, it should’ve been obvious, but that camera became steve’s favorite thing. it almost made the new pair of nikes you’d gotten him look like the most boring gift ever, but you didn’t really mind it.
it was always the most random moments that he wanted to record of you two. “for memories” was always his response when you asked why he wanted to record you two brushing your teeth in the morning or you two lying on the couch and watching a bad movie that he brought home from family video.
or even in this moment when you two were cooking in the kitchen of your shared apartment.
you immediately gave him a look when you noticed him turn on the camera. “steve, you’re making it seem like we’re cooking something super elaborate. it’s just a grilled cheese.”
“it’s still like a fun cooking show,” he said, smiling as he set the camera up on the counter, placing it on top of a stack of random containers. “what do you need, chef?”
there was no way of telling if either of you were actually in the frame— you had a feeling that at least your heads were cut off— but still, you decided to play along. he was acting too cute and adorable not to.
“bread and cheese, chef,” you told him as you went to grab a pan from the cabinet below you. “oh, and butter too.”
“got it,” steve nodded and went over to the pantry and then the fridge, and then made a show of showing the camera all of the ingredients he grabbed.
you couldn’t help but laugh a little as you watched him. you decided to play along further and follow suit as you did most of the actual cooking; making a point of showing the camera exactly what you were doing and even exaggeratingly explaining it too.
and when you two were eating at your small kitchen table ten minutes later, you admitted to steve with a smile that he was right, and filming everything did make it feel like a “fun cooking show.”
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and then there were the moments when you were the one to grab the camera and initiate the recording. it was seldom, but when you did do it, steve always got the happiest grin on his face.
like, in this moment, when you were coming out of the bathroom and grabbing steve’s t-shirt that had been haphazardly tossed to the floor thirty minutes earlier and slipping it over your body. for no particular reason, other than you found yourself wanting to, you grabbed the camera off of steve’s nightstand and then slid into his lap, straddling him.
he was already smiling as you turned on the camera and the familiar red light came on when you pressed record.
“say hi,” you told him, your own smile on your face as you pointed the camera at him. his messy hair from what you two had previously been doing was probably the cutest thing you’d ever seen and you made sure the camera saw it.
he smiled wider. “hi.”
one of his hands found your bare thigh and you let out a contented hum in response.
“y'know, i’m surprised you haven’t asked to film us yet,” you said softly. "us doing what we just did…”
his eyes widened a bit at your shy suggestion and you smiled wider, zooming in on his expression. “is that an option?”
you stopped recording him then and reached over to set the camera back down on the nightstand.
“maybe,” you answered, shrugging innocently. “i think it could be kinda hot.”
steve shook his head. “not just kinda. very hot.”
you leaned down to kiss him then. it was slow and languid and steve’s hands immediately went to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
a/n: been thinking about this a lot a lot and finally got around to writing it
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“and here we have my beautiful girlfriend who put this whole party together.”
you looked into the video camera for a brief second, drunkenly smiling into it before looking up at steve. “you’re having way too much fun with this thing already, birthday boy.”
“what? it’s actually a very cool gift.” you could tell steve was a little drunk too, but you didn’t think that would’ve changed how into the gift he was; the camera the kids pooled their money together to get for him. “say hi.”
“hi,” you said, smiling and looking right into the lens again, and then you playfully stuck your tongue out at it.
“i love you,” steve said with a soft happy laugh. “so much.”
“i love you too. so, so much,” you told him and he leaned down to kiss you.
“thank you again for doing this whole thing,” he mumbled against your lips. “best surprise ever.”
you couldn’t help but smile. “no need to thank me. you deserve it, best boyfriend ever.”
the camera was filming the wooden floor at this point, but it probably still picked up what you two were saying.
you pulled away from steve after a second, knowing that the longer you two were wrapped up in one another, the more your friends would playfully make fun of the two of you.
“you should go film robin and nancy doing karaoke. i think that them drunkenly singing bohemian rhapsody needs to be documented.”
steve nodded. “great idea.”
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after that first night, it should’ve been obvious, but that camera became steve’s favorite thing. it almost made the new pair of nikes you’d gotten him look like the most boring gift ever, but you didn’t really mind it.
it was always the most random moments that he wanted to record of you two. “for memories” was always his response when you asked why he wanted to record you two brushing your teeth in the morning or you two lying on the couch and watching a bad movie that he brought home from family video.
or even in this moment when you two were cooking in the kitchen of your shared apartment.
you immediately gave him a look when you noticed him turn on the camera. “steve, you’re making it seem like we’re cooking something super elaborate. it’s just a grilled cheese.”
“it’s still like a fun cooking show,” he said, smiling as he set the camera up on the counter, placing it on top of a stack of random containers. “what do you need, chef?”
there was no way of telling if either of you were actually in the frame— you had a feeling that at least your heads were cut off— but still, you decided to play along. he was acting too cute and adorable not to.
“bread and cheese, chef,” you told him as you went to grab a pan from the cabinet below you. “oh, and butter too.”
“got it,” steve nodded and went over to the pantry and then the fridge, and then made a show of showing the camera all of the ingredients he grabbed.
you couldn’t help but laugh a little as you watched him. you decided to play along further and follow suit as you did most of the actual cooking; making a point of showing the camera exactly what you were doing and even exaggeratingly explaining it too.
and when you two were eating at your small kitchen table ten minutes later, you admitted to steve with a smile that he was right, and filming everything did make it feel like a “fun cooking show.”
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and then there were the moments when you were the one to grab the camera and initiate the recording. it was seldom, but when you did do it, steve always got the happiest grin on his face.
like, in this moment, when you were coming out of the bathroom and grabbing steve’s t-shirt that had been haphazardly tossed to the floor thirty minutes earlier and slipping it over your body. for no particular reason, other than you found yourself wanting to, you grabbed the camera off of steve’s nightstand and then slid into his lap, straddling him.
he was already smiling as you turned on the camera and the familiar red light came on when you pressed record.
“say hi,” you told him, your own smile on your face as you pointed the camera at him. his messy hair from what you two had previously been doing was probably the cutest thing you’d ever seen and you made sure the camera saw it.
he smiled wider. “hi.”
one of his hands found your bare thigh and you let out a contented hum in response.
“y'know, i’m surprised you haven’t asked to film us yet,” you said softly. "us doing what we just did…”
his eyes widened a bit at your shy suggestion and you smiled wider, zooming in on his expression. “is that an option?”
you stopped recording him then and reached over to set the camera back down on the nightstand.
“maybe,” you answered, shrugging innocently. “i think it could be kinda hot.”
steve shook his head. “not just kinda. very hot.”
you leaned down to kiss him then. it was slow and languid and steve’s hands immediately went to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
Idea: bf!!stevie who’s lovesick and has to Jack off after every date, and you who somehow get that information out of him
Something silly but sweet! <3
omg i'm so sorry this took me so long, i've been hella busy. but i finally got around to writing it and it got away from me!!! i hope this is what you were looking for hehe | gn!reader, handjob, kind of slightly subby steve? idk. 1.4k. mdni!!! 18+ only!!!
happy to help
“What were you doing when I called last night?” Your question is totally innocent, completely curious as to why Steve didn’t answer when you called his house, and yet, he flushes, pink crawling up his neck to his cheeks. “Thought you would’ve been home by then.”
“Yeah, I-I was—“ Steve stutters, suddenly nervous as his mind flashes to the memories of what he’d actually been doing.
You pout so sweetly it kills Steve, your bottom lip pushing out, brows furrowing, “Well then why didn’t you answer?” He knows you’re not mad with the way your fingers play with his as you stare up at him.
“Uh…” he’s not sure how to answer without revealing that he’d dropped you off at home after your date, went back to his own house, and immediately had to jack off to the thought of you.
It’s not his fault, okay? You’re perfect in every way — funny, kind, smart, and yeah, so fucking beautiful. The relationship is still fairly new, so you haven’t had sex yet, which is totally okay, Steve would never pressure you to do anything you didn’t want to do, but he’s still a man. He has needs, alright? So, yeah, he has to jerk off as soon as he gets home every time he sees you.
And last night, he hadn’t been expecting you to call so soon after your date — not that he would ever mind — so he was a bit preoccupied, with his fist around his cock, filthy sounds echoing in his room as he fucked up into his hand, wishing it was you. And then you called, pretty voice crackling over the answering machine, and Steve was done for. He’d called you back, of course, just as soon as he’d cleaned up, so you were none the wiser.
When he doesn’t answer your question right away, you giggle and tease, “What, were you jerking off or something?”
Steve’s eyes go wide at that, cheeks impossibly pinker as he stumbles over his response, “Wh-what? No, I—“
You quickly sit up from where you’ve been laying in his lap, your own eyes going wide as you giggle again, “Oh my god! You totally were!”
Even though he doesn’t have any reason to be, Steve is thoroughly embarrassed, head tipping back onto the couch with a loud groan, hands pulling from your grasp to cover his face. He speaks from behind his hands, voice weak and muffled, “Shut up! So what if I was. I’m not saying I was, but if I was…”
“Stevie,” you coo softly, fingers wrapping delicately around his wrists, pulling them from his face, “there’s nothing wrong with that! Hell, I got myself off last night, too.”
Steve nearly chokes at that, shifting uncomfortably, “Oh my god, you can’t just say that shit, babe.”
“Why not?” you know you’re being a menace now, but you can’t help it.
“‘Cause I’m gonna have to do it again!”
“Well, what if I wanna help?” you ask coyly, pushing your lips out into another pout as you lean in closer to Steve.
“Christ, baby—“ Steve’s chest heaves, eyes darting almost frantically from your eyes to your lips, “I-I don’t… don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with yet, and—“
“Stevie, I just said I want to. If you want me to, that is…”
“Shit, of course I do, honey, I just—“
“So let me,” you huff, cutting Steve off with a kiss as you shift up onto your knees. The couch cushions dip as you throw one leg over Steve’s lap and settle against his thighs, mouth still on his.
Steve’s breath catches in his throat at your sudden movement, hands moving to your waist to hold you close as you kiss. It’s a bit messy, your lips sliding against his as your hands make their way down his torso, fingers playing with the string of his sweatpants. You can feel him hard against your thigh, and fuck, you want nothing more than to touch him. So you do, hand slipping under the band of his sweatpants and underwear.
This is not how you expected your first time doing this with Steve to go, but you can’t say you’re mad about it. He fucking full-body shudders as your thumb brushes over the tip of his cock, fingertips trailing down his length until you can wrap your hand around his cock near the base. You stroke up towards the tip, though it’s a bit difficult with his boxers still on.
“Can you… ’s hard to touch you like this, can you just—“ you’re not even finished with your question before Steve is shifting you off of his lap so he can shove his pants down his hips. You know Steve’s big, it’s not exactly a secret, but you’re more than a little distracted at the sight of him, “Fuck, Steve, you’re huge.“
He’s already flushed, but the color travels to the tips of his ears and down his neck. He opens his mouth to say something, or maybe laugh, but it gets cut off when you spit in your hand before curling your fingers around him again. You pump him slowly, nearly painfully so, and he groans, a sound that makes you feel hot all over, “Ah, baby, f-fuck—“
“Like that?” you ask, finally pulling your gaze away from your hand to glance up to his face, and find him with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, eyes fighting to stay open.
“Faster?” Steve pants, eyes meeting yours for only a moment. He’s mesmerized by the motion of your hand, how it looks around his cock. Your hand is so much prettier than his, and he wants to commit it to memory for when you’re not around.
You hum in acknowledgment under your breath and do as he asks, picking up the pace of your hand, twisting your wrist as you stroke up towards the head. Steve’s eyes squeeze shut, no matter how hard he’s trying to fight it, a stuttered breath escaping his lips as he presses his head to the couch cushions behind him.
The moles dotting his tanned skin that you love so much are on full display, and you can’t resist the urge to lean in and press wet kisses to the expanse of his neck, trailing them up towards his jaw. Steve whines as your hand tightens around him, thumb rubbing over the messy slit of his cock when your hand comes back up. He really is making a mess, precum dribbling from the tip and down the shaft, smearing across his tensed stomach, near his belly button.
You watch in awe as his tummy clenches, his cock twitching in your hand. It seems like he can’t help himself as his hips thrust up into your touch, another whiny moan escaping his lips, “Oh god, honey, you’re so— nngh— god, you’re so perfect, y’hand feels so good—“
“Y’gonna cum for me, Stevie?” you ask softly, nipping at his neck and his jaw, your hand trailing down to his balls to fondle them gently, “Gonna cum all over my hand?”
“Yes, oh fuck— fuckfuckfuck, baby, ‘m so—“ he’s babbling nonsense, you can only make out half of what he’s saying, and you have to admit you kind of like the way he’s at your mercy, whimpering and fucking himself into the tight grip of your fist.
“Please cum for me, wanna see you when you cum, baby,” you murmur, doubling down as you stroke his cock quickly.
When your thumb brushes over the tip again, Steve finally cums with a moan of your name, pearly white as it spills over your hand and onto his tummy. He looks so fucking pretty, too, eyes closed in bliss, cheeks pink and glowing, hair falling into his face as he chases his high. It makes your core burn with want, and you hope Steve’s up to the task after he comes back down.
You keep pumping him, a slow up and down, the wet, filthy sound of your hand on his cock filling the quiet of the room. Steve all but whimpers as his chest heaves, hand shooting down to wrap around your wrist in an effort to get you to stop, “Okay, okay, baby, christ, you’re gonna kill me.”
It makes you giggle and you finally pull your hand away, bringing your fingers to your lips. Steve swears he’s died and gone to heaven when he watches your pretty fingers slip into your mouth to lick them clean of his cum. You hum around them before pulling them from your lips with a small pop and give Steve a grin, “How was that?”
“A million times better than my own hand, honey, you don’t understand.”
“Well, I’m happy to help, Stevie.”
“Sooo… next time you call and I’m… busy, I can just answer anyway?”
Dustin thinks Steve and his sister would make a great couple. They’re both obsessed with each other, they just don’t know it. They just need a little push.
Just first date fluff :)
Warnings:
None, just Steve fluff, kissing, zombie movie references
Word Count: 3,321
A/N:
Excited to get my first Steve story posted! Joe Keery holds my heart in every role. I hope you enjoy this little fluffy story! Requests are open.
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“She does not like me.” Steve sighed, scooping the mint chocolate chip ice cream and placing it on the waffle cone. He handed the ice cream to the waiting customer with a forced smile.
“She totally does,” Dustin said with full confidence as he leaned against the counter, watching Steve work. “She has Mrs. Harrington doodled all over her notebooks. I’ve seen them in her room.”
Steve laughed. “For some reason I don’t believe you.”
“Why would I lie about that?” Dustin asked, throwing his hands in the air. “You think I haven’t snooped in her room to find all the embarrassing stuff she writes about?”
“It’s not that I doubt your level of nosiness,” Steve said, moving on to helping the next customer. “I just think you’re lying because you want me to embarrass myself by asking your sister out.”
“Oh my god,” Dustin groaned, getting frustrated with his older friend. “I am not trying to embarrass you. She likes you. You’re practically obsessed with her. You’re both obsessed with each other, really. But neither of you will make a move!”
Steve considered his words as he took another order. “You’re not messing with me? You actually think she’s into me?”
“Dude, I know she’s into you. Just ask her. She might pass out on the spot, but she’ll say yes when she wakes up.”
Steve laughed. “Okay, okay. Maybe when I’m not in this stupid uniform, though.”
Dustin asked Steve for a ride home after he and Robin got off work. Steve agreed, but took the time to change out of his Scoops Ahoy uniform and into a pair of jeans and a shirt with the first button undone before he left.
Steve’s mind was racing as he drove towards the Henderson house, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel nervously. Dustin didn’t miss it, watching his friend with a smile on his face.
When they pulled up outside of the house, Steve was relieved to see Dustin’s mom wasn’t home. She could be a little overbearing.
Steve walked with Dustin up to the front door of the house, following him inside as he let himself in.
You were lounging in the living room, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a rainbow t shirt that clung to your body in just the right way. Steve gulped when he saw you, his heart rate picking up.
“Hey, sis,” Dustin greeted you, a big dumb grin on his face.
You looked up from the TV, a shy smile spreading across your lips as soon as you saw Steve. You worried all of a sudden that you should have picked a cuter outfit, should have done your makeup.
“Hey,” you greeted your brother. “Hi, Steve.”
Steve smiled at you, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest at the sight of it. He was just so cute, you could hardly handle being around him.
“I’m going to get started on my homework,” Dustin announced before scurrying out of the room before either of you had the chance to say anything. You briefly thought about how it was summer and he didn’t have any homework, but Dustin was always up to something weird so you just brushed it off.
Steve stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before he slowly walked closer. “Uh, how have you been?” he finally asked.
“Good,” you answered. “I’ve been working at the movie theater for the summer.”
“Oh, cool!” Steve said, and he seemed genuinely interested. “Do you, uh…like it?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” you said. It was pretty cool as far as jobs go, you got to see free movies whenever you wanted and your coworkers were fun. “How’s Scoops Ahoy?”
Steve felt embarrassed at the mere thought of you seeing him in his uniform. “Oh, it’s fine. Free ice cream, you know.”
“That does sound nice,” you said, smiling at him. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Yeah,” Steve said, smiling down at his feet. “Hey, uh, actually,” he began, his eyes moving back up to meet yours, “I wanted to ask you something?”
“What’s up?” you asked, looking at him curiously.
Steve looked nervous, which wasn’t something you had seen very much from him. “Um, I was just wondering, you know…if you’d want to go out with me this weekend?”
Your eyes went wide at his question. “Like- like a date?”
Steve smiled at that - you weren’t outright rejecting him, and you’re just so cute. “Yeah. I was thinking like a date.”
You blushed then, looking down for a minute before you met his gaze again. “Sure. Yeah, I’d love to.”
Steve’s smile grew. “Yeah? How about Friday night? At 7?”
“Sounds good,” you answered, butterflies in your stomach already.
“Well, I’ll see you then,” Steve said, the grin staying on his lips as he turned and walked back towards the front door. “Later!” he called as if both to you and Dustin, before he was out the door.
You waited a full minute after he left before you grabbed a pillow from the couch and pressed your face into it, screaming and kicking your feet.
Dustin came running into the living room.
“Did he do it???”
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When Friday rolled around, you spent the entire day freaking out about the date. You started getting ready early in the day, starting with a shower, where you took the time to thoroughly shave, not missing a single spot. You dried your hair afterwards and spent ages styling it until it laid just right. You went with a more natural makeup look, which took a lot more time than it looks like. You finally dressed in a short brown skirt and white top.
Dustin was excited for your date with Steve, but even he was at his limit by the time you got ready. He was sick of you staring at yourself in the mirror and asking his opinion on a million different outfit combinations.
When the doorbell rang, you were still looking in the mirror, making last minute touches to your appearance. Dustin answered the door, a huge grin on his face.
Steve stood there, looking nervous and handsome. He wore a button down shirt and jeans, his hair styled perfectly. He held a bouquet of roses in his hand. Dustin just looked at him with that dopey smile on his face.
“Hey,” Steve greeted. “Is your sister ready?”
“Yeah,” Dustin answered, moving out of the way to let Steve inside. “She’s been done for at least an hour already but she won’t stop looking at herself in the mirror.”
Dustin yelled for you as he followed Steve into the living room. Your heart beat hard in your chest as you took one last look in the mirror before leaving your room.
Steve’s breath hitched in his throat when he saw you - you always had that kind of effect on him, but you looked especially beautiful tonight.
Steve told you so as you approached, and you smiled and blushed as you took the bouquet from his hand. Your fingers brushed against his as you took it, and it sent jolts of electricity through your whole body.
You brought the flowers to your nose, smelling them - they smelled lovely, fresh - before you said, “I should go get these in some water,” and scurried off to the kitchen.
Steve could hear the sound of water running moments later, and Dustin would not stop smiling at him like a crazy person. You were back before they knew it, smoothing down a piece of your hair as you walked.
“Ready to go?” Steve asked, holding out his arm for you.
You smiled as you linked your arm with his, and then the two of you were headed towards the door.
“You kids have fun! Don’t do anything too crazy!” Dustin called after you.
You rolled your eyes but laughed as you left the house. Steve smiled and shook his head, leading you towards his car parked against the road.
He opened the passenger door for you, and you smiled at him as you climbed in. You buckled your seatbelt as he walked around the front of the car, and you couldn’t help but admire just how handsome he was as he walked in front of you.
He climbed into the driver’s seat next to you, giving you a quick smile before he got himself buckled and started the car. He turned some music on, quiet enough that you could talk over it.
“So, where are we going?” you asked him as he pulled onto the road and began driving.
“I was thinking we could grab something to eat and see a movie? That is if you’re not tired of movies, working at the theater and all,” he said, suddenly second guessing his choice of a date.
“I don’t think I could ever get tired of movies,” you said, reassuring him. “I actually haven’t even seen one in a while.”
Steve smiled, your words making him feel better. “Well, good. I thought we’d see the movie first so we could talk about it over dinner.”
You smiled at the thought he’d put into this, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. You resisted the urge to reach out and touch his hair.
The drive to the theater wasn’t long, its proximity to the house was a factor in you applying there in the first place since you didn’t have a car yet. Steve pulled into a parking spot, killing the engine and turning to you.
“We have options,” he said, before he began listing all the different movies playing.
“Day of the Dead!” you exclaimed when that option came out of his mouth. You didn’t need to hear any more. “I’ve been dying to see that one.”
Steve smiled. “Yeah? You’re into horror movies?”
“They’re my favorite,” you said, which made his smile grow wider.
“That’s cool,” he said genuinely, and then he was climbing out of the car, quickly jogging to your side to open your door before you could do it yourself. You couldn’t help but giggle at his effort. He was being so cute, a total gentleman.
“Plus I can hold you if you get scared,” he said, grin still on his lips as you took his hand and climbed out of the car. “Or you can hold me if I get scared.”
You laughed, which only made him smile bigger.
The two of you walked towards the ticket counter, and Steve bought and paid for your tickets. Your friend and coworker, Alice, was working the ticket counter, and she gave you a sly grin as she handed the tickets over.
“Have fun, you two,” she said, with an obvious double meaning to her words. You blushed, knowing there would be questions at work. Steve didn’t miss the teasing, either.
He encouraged you to pick whatever you wanted from concessions. You got a large popcorn to share, you each got a soda, and you both picked out your favorite candies. You weren’t sure if he was going to be paying, so you brought money with you, but Steve didn’t even hesitate to pay for everything himself.
Steve had the huge tub of popcorn and a million snacks balanced in his arms as you carried the two drinks to the theater. You were relieved that it wasn’t crowded, and you found two seats together towards the back that gave you privacy and had a great view of the screen.
You got settled next to each other, drinks in the cup holders and snacks distributed between you, and you realized just how close he was. His knee brushed against yours, the rough feeling of his jeans against your bare skin sending chills through your body.
The movie began, and you shared the popcorn, your hands brushing together whenever you’d reach for some at the same time. It would send a jolt through your body, and the way his eyes would dart to yours made your heart speed up.
You were loving the movie, it was just as good as you had hoped. About halfway through, Steve shifts closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. It’s the oldest trick in the book, but it makes you smile, and you shift further into his embrace, which makes him squeeze your shoulder.
You have an even better time watching the movie snuggled up against Steve’s side. You take in just how good he smells, something you had never thought about before, but of course he was perfect in every way.
By the end of the movie, your nerves had gone, comforted by the feeling of being pressed up against Steve. It felt right, like it was where you had always belonged.
“What did you think?” Steve asked as the credits rolled and the lights came back on in the theater. He gathered up the trash from your snacks.
“I loved it,” you answered honestly, standing as he did. “The special effects were so cool.”
“Definitely,” Steve agreed with you. “That part where they pulled that guy apart was crazy.”
The two of you left the theater, dropping your trash in the can on the way out. As you walked together out of the building, Steve reached down and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. It surprised you, but you certainly didn’t mind, holding his hand back and smiling to yourself.
Steve opened the door for you again before he climbed in on his side. You had been chatting about the movie since it ended, both of you having enjoyed it a lot.
Steve began driving again. “What are you in the mood to eat? I had somewhere in mind, but if you want something specific, we could go anywhere…”
“I’m sure whatever you picked out is perfect,” you gripped his hand over the center console, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
He smiled back at you. He loved the way you always put him at ease, even when he was so nervous about impressing you.
Steve pulled into the parking lot of a steakhouse. Not too fancy, but not super casual either. Despite the theater snacks, you felt your stomach grumbling at the idea of getting something good to eat.
“They have all kinds of stuff here, if you’re not into steak,” Steve said quickly as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
“I’m a big fan of steak,” you laughed. You were already thinking about what you’d order.
You waited for Steve to come around this time because you knew he’d want to open your door for you. He helped you out again, and the two of you walked hand in hand into the restaurant.
The hostess greeted you both with a big smile. “Just 2?” she asked, which Steve confirmed. She led you to a booth, giving you both a menu.
“This place is nice,” you complimented as you opened up your menu, examining the many options.
“Yeah, I’ve been here with my parents a few times, it’s good,” he said, looking over his own menu before he looked at you again, smiling. “Never brought a girl here, though.”
Knowing you were the first girl he’d brought on a date here made you feel something. You didn’t consider yourself to be a jealous person, but you had been jealous when Steve dated Nancy. You didn’t love the idea of Steve with other girls, so the knowledge that this was new territory for him too made you smile.
Your waiter came by and took your drink orders. You looked over the menu for a while longer before you were satisfied you knew what you wanted.
You were in a deep discussion about the movie when the waiter came back to take your orders. You ordered a steak, of course, with fries. Steve ordered the same thing, shooting you a smirk.
“You look beautiful tonight, by the way,” Steve complimented when your plates were placed in front of you. “I think I already said that tonight, but I couldn’t tell you enough times.”
You blushed as you looked down at your food. “Thank you,” you said. “You look really handsome. I mean, you always do.”
Steve smiled bigger at that, beginning to cut up his steak. “I always do, huh?”
Your blush grew deeper. You didn’t mean to make it sound like you had been obsessed with him, even though you have.
“You always look beautiful,” he added softly.
That made your heart flutter in your chest. He had noticed you. You always thought he didn’t know you existed.
You ate together, talking about the movie, other movies you liked, how your summers had been going, all kinds of things. Steve made you laugh a lot. He was so naturally funny, and he’d really become more of himself since school ended. He didn’t care so much about being popular and impressing his friends and looking cool. He just cared about being authentic.
When dinner was over, Steve got the check before you even had a chance to see how much it was. You offered to pay half, but he shut you down quickly.
Back in the car, he drove with one hand, intertwining his free hand with yours over the center console. You sang along to music together on the way home, and you thought this may have been the best night of your life so far.
Steve pulled up outside your house, turning the car off.
“I really had an amazing time,” he said, turning to look at you. “You’re so great to spend time with.”
You smiled at him, your cheeks heating. “I had an amazing time too, Steve.”
Steve grinned at you. He placed a hand gently on your cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin there.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…” he mumbled, almost as if only to himself.
You didn’t know what to say to that. You didn’t think he could have possibly meant it, but his face and eyes show only sincerity. It makes your heart thump harder in your chest as you look into his eyes.
He leaned in, slowly, giving you ample time to push him away. You don’t, of course. You never realized how kissable his lips were until you were this close.
His lips pressed against yours, and they felt so soft. You practically melted into his kiss, your lips moving against his as you kissed him back eagerly. He led the kiss, being more experienced than you were, you gladly let him.
You could have kissed him all night, you think, but your mom was home now and she’d be coming out to check on you if you lingered in the car for too long.
Steve finally pulled away, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. His thumb traced over your lips, wet from his kisses.
“I want to see you again,” he said, his eyes finally moving from your lips back up to your eyes. “Soon.”
“I’d like that,” you said. You were surprised how weak your voice sounded, you cleared your throat.
“Are you free tomorrow?” he asked.
“Tomorrow?” you raised your eyebrows. “Uh…yeah. I’m off work tomorrow, too.”
Steve smiled. “Good. Me too. I’ll come pick you up at around 12, yeah?”
“Sounds good,” you smiled.
Steve opened your door for you one last time before he walked you to your front door. He leaned in and placed one more quick kiss to your lips. “See you tomorrow,” he said.
“See you tomorrow,” you echoed back to him, and then you let yourself into the house, giving him a little wave as he turned to walk back to his car.
You sighed as you entered the house, feeling like you’d been holding your breath all evening. You couldn’t wipe the dreamy grin off your face.
The living room lamp turning on and Dustin speaking nearly made you jump out of your skin.
✏️ *excited drumroll* aaaaaand arie’s first ever req! god i had so, so much fun writing this 😩 the idea was pure perfection, i hope i was able to do it justice for you bby! thank you so much for giving me this wonderful opportunity <333
⚠️ 1.7k words (oops), fem!reader, jason’s!sister!reader, cunnilingus/pussy eating, hints of dom!eddie (im sorry he’s a dom to me okay), unprotected p in v, creampies, subtle breeding kink (like if you squint), big dick!eddie, language, dirty talk, outdoor sex, fucking on the drug dealer’s picnic table 🤭, smitten!eddie, strangers to lovers (fuckers), i think i got everything lmk if you catch something tho!
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you were certain you’d never let out such lewd noises in your entire life.
they fell from your lips unbidden, practically ripped from your throat by the hot mouth devouring your pussy.
he suckled and licked your clit like he’d done it his whole life, tongue firm and insistent on your pleasure alone; it felt absolutely magical, unlike any head you’d ever received in your life.
fuck, who knew eddie munson was such a fucking munch?
“fuck, keep going,” you whined, fingers tangling in the curly locks atop his head. that familiar heat was already forming in your gut, muscles like wires being pulled tight. “‘m getting close.”
eddie groaned against your slit and dipped his tongue between your folds, neglecting your clit momentarily to shove the wet muscle into your channel — it felt strange, but somehow good, and when he started thrusting it in and out, you lost it.
curses fell from your lips as you bucked your hips into eddie’s face, sliding your clit against his nose to get some much needed friction against the swollen nub. you were dripping wet, acutely aware that you were making a mess of his face and the table below you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
and from the way eddie’s hands gripped your hips to help guide you, you had a great suspicion he didn’t care either.
“fuck, so good— ‘m gonna cum!” you praised, chest heaving and stomach twitching; you were right there, wires stretched thin and so close to snapping, about to cum from head for the first time ever—
all too suddenly, eddie freed himself from your grasp and that wet heat left your pussy. a whimper fell from your lips, your eyes snapped open (when had you even closed them?) and glared up at eddie, who now towered over you.
he slotted himself between your open legs and grinned down at you devilishly. god, he was too goddamn handsome. your heart skipped a beat at the clinking of a belt buckle, fiery heat ramping up about ten thousand degrees in your gut.
“sorry, dove. i’ll let you bust in my mouth some other time — but i wanna feel you mess up my cock first.” eddie murmured, voice rough honeyed gravel, words so filthy and promising that they pulled a whine from your throat.
he wasted no time pressing his thick cockhead against your slit, sliding it up to gather the slick there. eddie hissed through his teeth.
“fuck, you’re so wet— can’t believe i’ve made you this wet.” he sounded almost reverent, as if he’d earned some massive, sacred achievement. maybe he had, considering who your brother was.
“just fuck me, eddie.” you begged, cunt twitching around nothing, aching for eddie to stretch it out with his thick cock. he’d been teasing you for nearly half an hour, you needed it.
“god, hearin’ you say that is enough to make me fuckin’ cum now.” eddie growled, eyes black pools as they swallowed yours. “maybe i should make you beg a lil’ more.”
eddie licked his teeth and teased you by pulling his cock out until only the tip stayed nestled within your walls.
your fingers wrapped around his arms and squeezed, nails digging into the skin as you hissed, “don’t you fucking dare, munson. i swear, if you don’t fuck me right now, i’m walking aw— oh my god!”
you cut yourself off as eddie pressed his cock inside slowly, burying a few inches within your tight, slick walls. he was so thick you could feel everything — feel the burning stretch of him opening you up despite the aid of your wetness.
“shit, you’re tight,” eddie hissed, arms tensing beneath your fingers. “so, so tight.”
“fuck — why are you s-so big?” you gasped out, fingers digging into flesh as you squeezed, cunt fluttered as it was stretched almost impossibly wide. wider than you’d ever been before.
“i thought i was average.” eddie pushed out with a dry laugh, and if your brain could actually concentrate on anything else, you may have had the coordination to kick him with your heel for the sarcasm.
“nothing about that is average.” you whimpered out, eyes rolling back when eddie had finally, finally seated himself fully inside your pussy. your hips ached from the pressure in between them, tingles erupting through your stomach and thighs as your cervix was pushed against.
it felt so fucking good, a satisfying sort of pain that promised a most tender ache later.
“f-fast or slow?”
eddie groaned out when he bucked his hips in shallow, paced-out thrusts. part of your brain screamed at you to say slow, to give your pussy the adequate time needed to adjust to his size, but what fell from your mouth was, “fuckin’ fast, eddie. fuck me hard and fast.”
“fuckin’ shit,” eddie panted, eyes blown wide in fascination as he stared down at you. “d’you want me to break you in half?”
why that made your heart skip a beat, you weren’t sure.
maybe it was his cologne blocking up your nose, maybe it was his warmth seeping into your body, maybe it was his monster cock buried inside you and stealing your breath away — whatever it was, it made your chest swell with something similar to affection that nestled deeper inside with each second that you looked into his eyes.
“m-maybe,” you stuttered out, eyes fluttering when eddie cursed under his breath and thrusted, large cock bruising your insides and pulling a breathless moan from your throat.
“fuck, faster—” you tried to plead, only to be cut off by eddie wrapping his fingers firmly around your throat.
“yeah, yeah, i hear you angel.” eddie growled lowly, other hand falling to grip your hip. “just shut up and let me take care of you already.”
eddie made good on his words; he bullied his cock into you at a ruthless pace, slick squelches and slaps reverberating around the copse of trees sheltering the table you were being absolutely railed on. wails fell from your lips, loud and wanton, pussy fluttering and clenching with every drag and slide of his thick cock.
“so beautiful, angel,” eddie murmured, fingers warm around your throat. the grasp he held it in felt almost affectionate, not too firm to cut off any air but just enough to assert a sort of dominance over you. it was absolutely dizzying.
“you sound so beautiful, fuck. losing it on my cock, shit, it’s so good—”
eddie’s praise fell into a cacophony of moans, groans and whines as his hips slapped against your ass. you could barely hold your eyes open, but the sight of his fucked-out expression was simply too pretty to miss.
you’d always thought eddie munson was beautiful, but in this moment, he looked absolutely ethereal — eyes cinched shut and brows furrowed, sultry lips popped open and skin slick with sweat as he fucked his cock into you. an image of erotic perfection.
your clit throbbed from neglect, begging for some attention — something to rival the painful pleasure eddie was forcing into your cunt. you swallowed hard and squeezed his arm once, then twice, breath almost stolen when his eyes opened to look down at you.
“e-eddie, wan’ cum. please.” you slurred out, unable (or unwilling) to remove your hands from his arms to rub your clit yourself. part of you willed eddie to understand the underlying implication in your plea, and to your immense relief, he did.
eddie’s eyes lidded and his voice, full of thick gravel, was soft, “of course, sweet girl. you’re doing so good, after all.”
without ever pausing his brutal thrusts, eddie removed his hand from your throat. you whined at the loss, but it was quickly shoved aside by a moan when his hand fell between your thighs. like a honing missile, his thumb pressed against your clit and rubbed, applying just enough pressure to help that build up in your gut.
“ah, oh god, oh, yes.” you babbled, eyes rolling back and back arching subtly. it was absolutely otherworldly, the way his cock rubbed every single spot within your walls, spreading you so thin from the pleasure.
there was one thing you knew for certain now: eddie munson sure could fuck.
“fuck, you’re — you’re suckin’ me in so deep. gon’ cum, pretty girl?” eddie growled, hips pistoning savagely, bullying your breath from you. all you could do was nod fervently, as there was no way you could push and words past the moans and wails dropping from your lips.
“yeah, you are. gon’ make a mess all over this cock. fuck, you’re beautiful. come on now, cum f’me, dove.”
it was all you needed — the rabid thrusting, the firm circles around your clit, eddie’s voice —
you released an almost animalistic scream as that coil finally snapped — fluid gushed from your cunt, easing the sloppy slide of eddie’s cock inside your walls, your clit throbbed in time with your walls, and waves of pleasure crashed through your body like a hurricane.
“oh, yeah — mmm — that’s my girl. that’s my fuckin’ girl. cum on it, sweetheart.” eddie groaned, hips stuttering as he fucked you through your orgasm. your moans were quickly receding to whimpers as the pleasure ebbed, overstimulation creeping up in its place.
“fuck, baby, can i bust in you? please?” eddie nearly whimpered, cock twitching and kicking up against the roof of your pussy. he was close, probably only hanging on by a thread, and you did something you never thought you would — you nodded.
eddie’s lips crashed into yours and his tongue licked into your mouth as his thrusts became more desperate, fluid and fast, now determined to chase his own release. his groans were deep and reverberating, filled with such lust that you found your gut heating once more.
“shit, ‘m— hah — ‘m comin’, baby.” eddie whined into your mouth as he slammed his hips into yours in one large, savage thrust; his cock twitched and jumped inside you as thick ropes shot into your channel, painting your walls with warmth.
eddie ground his hips into yours slowly as he rode out his orgasm, fingers bruising the skin of your hip, voice absolutely wrecked, “god, ‘m fillin’ you up. pumpin’ you full.”
he sounded so pleased with it, as if the fact that he was essentially breeding you, (y/n) carver, was the hottest, most incredible achievement one could earn.
maybe it was — not like you’d know. what really mattered is what you did know: this most certainly would not be your last rendezvous with eddie munson.
even if your brother absolutely hated his guts, you loved the way he rearranged yours. and nothing your brother said about eddie could possibly change that.
eddie has a bit of a mean streak… (pls enjoy some eddie thirst whilst i work on my wips <3)
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“t-too much, ed — too deep!” you gasped pitifully, trembling hands pushing weakly at his chest. your whole body felt like liquid, melting into the mattress as eddie continued to pound into your abused pussy.
“‘oh, it’s too deep!’” eddie mocked in an exaggeratedly high pitch, pretty lips pulled into a smirk. “you were begging f’me just an hour ago, though, angel. what happened, hmm?”
slick squelches punctuated by harsh slaps resounded through the small trailer, mixing in with the symphony of your moans and whimpers. it was too much; his thick cock stretching you out , the noises, the smell, the heat—
“please!” you rushed out, tears spilling over your cheeks. “i can’t take anymore.”
you didn’t know how many times you’d cum already, but your body had had enough. exhausted and worn out, nerves completely frayed and brain only computing at about a byte per second, you were essentially just a limp doll beneath eddie.
not that he seemed to mind.
eddie let out a deep chuckle, one that was dark and demeaning. one that sent shivers up your spine.
“oh, but baby,” he cooed, fingers slipping up to rest a palm against your stomach. “listen to ‘er. she’s so wet, yeah?”
as if to solidify his point, eddie quickened the pace of his thrusts. you clenched your eyes shut, as if that would somehow block out the lewd schlick sounds of your sopping pussy being fucked so roughly.
“god, she fuckin’ loooooves it, sweetheart.” eddie hummed, palm sliding down your tummy, inching closer to your swollen clit. “she’s jus’ suckin’ me in. such a needy lil’ thing.”
“eddie, please.” you whined, wishing desperately you could move — run away from the intense sensations, from that painful knot in your stomach, from that cock completely tearing up your insides.
but eddie was having none of it — the instant he felt the slightest flex in your muscles, his other hand clamped down on your hip with bruising force.
“ooooh, no, no.” eddie murmured, voice low and bordering on dangerous. your stomach twisted, a mix of anticipation and fear swirling within the confines.
“you aren’t goin’ anywhere, angel. you wanted this, now you’re gonna take it.”
a scream tore from your throat when eddie’s thumb began to rub harsh circles against your clit. painful waves of pleasure ravaged your body, so intense in their strength that it was sapping everything from you. fuck, you didn’t even have the energy to cum anymore.
“c’mon, baby. you know this is what you fuckin’ love.” eddie growled, blunt nails digging crescents into your flesh. “you fuckin’ love it when i use you like this. when i pound this cunt until you go fuckin’ stupid.”
you hated that he was right. you fucking hated it. you hated it so much.
whines slipped from your lips as eddie continued his rough treatment of your body, as his thumb continued to roll your sensitive clit while his cock stretched your walls with brutal thrusts — it was building, you could feel it in your stomach.
“yer gonna cum again, baby.” eddie observed, knowing your body well enough that he could tell without you ever having to utter a word. “c’mon, now, let it out. let it out my cock, angel. get it fuckin’ messy.”
and you did — your back arched off the bed as you creamed around his thickness, gushing more fluid than you thought you had left. curses fell from your lips as you fisted a hand into the sheets, whole body trembling and sparking from the intensity.
“fuck, that’s it. yeah, cum on this cock. let it out, sweet girl…”
eddie’s words were no more than background noise, a faint trickle of sound within an ocean of white noise in your head. your vision became spotted behind your eyelids, and your skin felt like it was peeling. overstimulation, you recognized the sensation too well.
“so pretty…” eddie whispered, ebony curls tickling your cheeks as he leaned down and captured your lips. his kiss was warm and soft, something that bordered on gentle, a complete contrast to the consistent roughness of his thrusts.
you moved your lips against his as well as you could, but your body was quickly failing to keep up — that exhaustion was burrowing into your very bones now, threatening to pull you into the deep abyss of unconsciousness.
tired as you were, you were just barely able to register eddie’s voice when he growled against your lips,
“don’t fuckin’ black out on me yet, angel. it’s my turn to cum…”
Author’s note- hola my ghouls, goblins, fellow gremlins. I’m here with a Steve one shot. I don’t write for him often so I hope o can do him some justice. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated.
Warnings- 18+++++!!!!!!! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR THANK YOU. mentions of fat phobia, self esteem issues. Bullying, angst, fluff, cursing,oral (f &m receiving) smut! P in V unprotected sex!, squirting.
Summary- being a big girl in high school is hard. King Steve and his friends hadn’t made it any easier. Can he make it up to you now that you’ve graduated?10.8k words
You knew who Steve Harrington was. Everybody did. He was impossible to miss. All the guys wanted to be him and all the ladies loved him. Well. Almost all the ladies. All except you. You could admit to yourself Steve was a good looking guy but you couldn’t get past who he was as a person.
Back in High School you were mostly a loner except for a few friends you made in classes and a few people you sat with at lunch. Other than that you tried your best to keep to yourself throughout High School . That however was made difficult because of Tommy and Carol. Mostly Carol. She bullied you endlessly for your weight. Whether it was making a snarky remark in the hallway or laughing at you in gym class, she made your high school years hell. And with that came Tommy and Steve. Who usually stood behind her and didn’t say a word to defend you. On special days Tommy would chirp in and make snarky remarks with her. And sometimes you would catch Steve laughing.
The best day was the day you graduated because you knew you wouldn’t have to deal with any of them on a day to day basis anymore. Hell if you were lucky you wouldn’t even have to see their faces ever again. Or so you thought.
The summer after your graduation you found a job at a record store at star court mall. The stores name was Sam Goody. It was the best job cause you got to do your favorite thing. Stock records and listen to music all day. Everyday on your break you’d go to the food court and visit your old band friend Robin who worked at scoops ahoy. She was now going to be a senior and she managed to keep you up on all the juicy high school gossip now that you were out of high school.
Today had been a day just like any other. You’d stocked your records, listened to music, and flipped through magazines at the counter until it was time to close the shop and go on a lunch break. You walked into scoops ahoy just like usual and then suddenly stopped in your tracks.
There at the counter in that stupid scoops ahoy uniform was the one and only Steve Harrington. And he was busy talking to Robin. You were so frozen you didn’t even notice when Robin had turned her attention to you and tried waving you into the shop. But your eyes were trained on Steve. And as soon as he saw you, you quickly backed away and left the shop. Not bothering to look back. You feel bad about leaving Robin like that but there was no way you were going to subject yourself to “king Steve” now that you were graduated. And now that he worked there you’d have to find another place to go on your lunch break.
Robin was very confused when she turned to look at you and watched as you quickly fled the ice cream shop. She tracked your eye-line and figured you were looking at the boy next to her. Steve Harrington in training. It clicked for her then. She didn’t say anything but she huffed and returned to showing Steve the ropes of the shop.
Steve on the other hand was a bit distracted. He’d seen Robin waving at someone and trying to get them to come into the shop and when he turned to see you standing there, eyes wide like a deer in headlights staring straight at him, he got a pit in his stomach. That pit became much deeper when he watched as you practically sprinted out of the store.
Steve wasn’t an idiot. He didn’t need to be told what happened in that moment. He knew exactly why you decided not to come into the shop. And he felt guilty. But he decided to push it down and continue with his training. He’d worry about it another time. Surely you couldn’t avoid the shop forever. Especially since he sees that you’re friends with Robin.
Oh how wrong Steve was. He’s been working at scoops ahoy all summer now and you’ve yet to come back to the shop. He’s seen you around the mall and he knows you work at Sam goody but ever since his first day working there you haven’t stepped foot in scoops ahoy. Now you usually go get a hot dog on a stick and meet Robin behind the mall to chit chat on breaks or Robin comes to you at Sam goody.
Robin and Steve have grown a lot closer and consider each other friends. Robin has seen that the Steve she works with is no longer the king Steve that ruled Hawkins high. But Steve still wishes he could get that through to you. If you’d even give him a chance.
It’s a Tuesday and the mall is pretty slow. Even though it’s summer break a Tuesday afternoon still isn’t prime ice cream time. Steve watches as Robin walks back in from her break and next to her is you. Steve’s breath hitches. For a second he has hope you’ll actually walk in the store.
You glance past Robin and look at Steve and quickly turn your eyes in the opposite direction and keep walking, saying a quick goodbye to Robin. Steve’s whole body deflates. He leans back against the counter and runs his hands up and down his face.
Robin comes up to the counter and leans on the counter with him shoulder to shoulder. “What’s up Harrington?”
Steve thinks for a moment deciding whether or not he should talk to Robin about this. Since you and her were friends, maybe she could help him out.
He sighs heavily before speaking. “You and y/n are friends right?”
“Yup. Have been since I was a freshman and she was a sophomore.”
“Has she….well I don’t know…has she ever…talked about me?”
For once in her life Robin didn’t want to speak. She knew Steve wouldn’t want to hear what she had to say.
“Come on Robin I know she must have said something. She avoids this place like the plague ever since I started working here.”
Robin sighs and stands from the counter.
“Look Steve I know you’re not “king Steve” anymore….but she doesn’t… all she knows is the Steve who was friends with Tommy and carol who bullied her for being fat. Can you blame her for not wanting to see you? Why does it bug you so much anyway?”
Steve wanted to tell Robin why it bugged him so much. Why it’s always going to bug him that you hate him. But he couldn’t tell Robin that. And he could never tell you that. It wouldn’t be fair. How could Steve ever explain that all this time he’s thought you were beautiful and an amazing girl all the while he let his friends bully you to no end? How could he explain to Robin that watching you walk past the store and refuse to come in because of him killed him?
All Steve did in return to robins question was sigh and stand from the counter and go to the back to restock the ice cream.
Summer was moving swiftly and Steve had given up on his hopes of being able to talk to you. He had become content in knowing you would hate him forever and he would have to live with that cause it’s his bed and he must lie in it.
You had fallen into a routine of avoiding scoops ahoy at all costs whenever Steve was around. You managed to still get ice cream from time to time because Robin was very helpful and told you whenever Steve wouldn’t be working.
Today was a scorcher and Robin had told you yesterday that Steve wouldn’t be working today. So you did your usual closing the shop routine and walked over to scoops ahoy. You didn’t see Robin at the counter when you walked in so you stood there for a minute looking at all the flavors and decided which one to get.
After a few moments of standing there and looking at flavors you hear the door to the back swing open and you begin to say something to Robin about ignoring customers but you quickly shut your mouth and swallow hard when you see who walks through the door.
It’s not Robin. It’s Steve. He stops when he sees you too. Instead of your fight or flight kicking in, you’re just frozen. Stood there staring at each other for what is definitely too long. Eventually however you gain your bearings and cough slightly to snap Steve out of his trance as well. He stands up straighter and walks behind the counter.
You flick your eyes back down to the ice cream to avoid looking at him.
You’re the first to speak.
“I thought Robin was working today.” You say so quietly Steve almost doesn’t hear you.
“She uh called out sick this morning…. I’m happy to help you though. What can I get for ya?”
“The birthday cake flavor” your voice is somehow smaller than it was a second ago and it’s clear being in his presence is only making you more and more nervous.
Steve grabs a bowl and instead of giving you one scoop he gives you two. He hands it to you over the counter and for a brief second your fingers touch. Steve feels like he’s been electrified and it makes your entire body flinch back. Snatching the ices cream from him. He can see your cheeks turn a rosy pink. If you’d been looking at him you would have seen his do the same.
You walk towards the register and pull out some money and try to hand it to Steve.
“It’s on the house.”
You look up at him for a brief second, confusion flashed across your features.
“W-What?”
“I said it’s on the house.”
You suddenly become defensive. You don’t know what game he’s playing. Why he’s being nice to you. You’re still looking at the ground but you raise your voice a bit and it’s clear you’re not happy.
“I don’t know what you’re playing at here Harrington but whatever prank you’re pulling isn’t gonna work.”
Steve deflates.
“I-Im not playing any game here. I’m just-I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?”
He sighs heavily. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I’ve been hoping you were gonna walk into this shop for months so I could apologize for how I treated you in high school. But when I realized you were avoiding the store just because of me I figured I’d let it go and not bug you or make it worse. So when you walked In here today I was hoping we could form an olive branch ya know? And you definitely don’t have to forgive me. And you don’t have to say anything now. But just-just think about it okay? I really am sorry and if you want this can be the first of many ice creams trying to prove that.”
You finally look up from the floor and look at his face. His words sound genuine. And his facial expression reads guilt.
“I’m not saying I forgive you just cause you gave me free ice cream…..but thank you. For apologizing. I will accept the ice cream and the apology.”
Steve smiles and you smile back. You walk out of the store ice cream In hand and for once Steve feels like he has hope.
The next day you’re about to go on your lunch break to see Robin. Usually you guys meet out back and she usually gets there a bit later than you. Today however you decide to test the waters.
You walk into scoops ahoy to the surprise of both Steve and Robin. You walk right up to the counter and say hello to them both. Robin walks out from behind the counter and the two of you walk to the back of the building for your break.
“So you over your Steve fear?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m over it…but I’m working on it. He apologized to me yesterday when you were sick and his apology seemed genuine.”
“I’ve been trying to tell you he isn’t king Steve anymore.”
“Yeah but it’s much harder to believe that when I don’t work with him everyday Robin. Besides it’s not like him and I are friends or anything. It was just an apology.”
“If you say so.”
Weeks go by and you get better at walking into scoops ahoy and saying hello to Steve. A few times you guys even strike up a small conversation. What you don’t notice in these small conversations however is just how much Steve is trying to flirt with you. Which you don’t seem to notice at all. However Robin does.
Today after you leave scoops ahoy, two scoops of birthday cake ice cream in hand, free from Steve. Robin walks up to the counter and leans on it. Staring at Steve intensely. He begins to get annoyed by it.
“What Robin?”
“Ohhhhh nothing…..just that you’re totally head over heels for her”
Steve drops his ice cream scoop on the ground and clammers to pick it up.
“Pfft what? I have no idea what you’re talking about Robin.”
“Oh come on Steve how stupid to you think I am. Now it’s so obvious why her not coming In here bothered you so much and now that she does you’re trying to flirt with her. So come on, how long have hot liked her?”
Steve sighs and leans against the counter.
“Believe it or not I’ve liked her since freshman year. We had English class together and she was always so sweet. She was so smart too. Way smarter than me. And she was stunning. I stared at her constantly”
“Then why did you, Tommy, and carol bully her so much?”
“God I’m gonna sound like such an ass…I never told Tommy and Carol I liked her. I never told anybody. I was ashamed you know? I was king Steve. I was supposed to date the hot cheerleaders or the skinny preppy girls and well. She wasn’t. And I realize now how stupid that is and I regret it every single day.”
“Maybe you should tell her that.”
Steve shoots up like a rocket.
“NO! SHE CAN NEVER KNOW ROBIN AND YOU CANT TELL HER! Promise me you won’t tell her.”
“Why not? I thought you said you weren’t ashamed anymore and you regret it everyday?”
“I’m not ashamed Robin. But she hated me a few weeks ago. I just got her to start talking to me. If I were to tell her this she might go back to hating me and never talking to me again. I just got her. I don’t wanna lose her. If I can even be her friend I’ll be happy.”
Robin decided to drop the subject and promises Steve that she won’t say anything to you. And she doesn’t. Instead she observes. She observes over the coming weeks how much more comfortable you and Steve become. Like two pees in a pod. She watches as the conversations grow longer and eventually Steve joins you and Robin on your breaks.
Today the three of you are on break and you’re laughing at one of Steve’s jokes as Robin rolls her eyes. Robin takes notice of the way you put your hand on his arm as you laugh at his joke, and how hard you laugh at it considering Robin didn’t find it nearly as funny as you did apparently.
Steve announces his leave cause someone has to go back inside to watch scoops and he’s probably already been out there too long. Leaving you and Robin alone.
“Soooooo. You and Steve?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I heard you but I don’t know what you mean. What about me and Steve?”
“Well do you like him?”
You choke on air for a second. Over the time you’ve been getting to know Steve you had to admit the boy was attractive….and funny…and a little dreamy. But you told yourself there was no use in day dreaming about a boy like him. That was nothing that would ever come of it so it didn’t matter what you felt.
“Robin I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh come on. Nobody laughs that hard at Steve’s joke. And I didn’t miss the way you grabbed his arm.”
“I’m sorry I actually found it funny. And I grab your arm all the time Robin. It’s just something I do. Don’t read into it.”
“I’m just saying. Would it be such a bad thing if you did like him?”
You sigh. “Even if I did, Which I’m not saying I do, it wouldn’t matter. He’s Steve. And I’m me. He wouldn’t ever like me that way so there’s no use in thinking about it.”
Robin became defensive of you for a second. You were her friend. How dare you talk down about yourself like that so casually?
“What do you mean “you’re you?” I know you and you’re amazing! He’d be lucky to have you. You know that right?”
You begin to stand up and walk inside.
“Robin can we just drop this. Please. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
You and Robin walk back to scoops ahoy and you say goodbye to Robin and Steve.
When Steve gets off work that day he decides to do something without telling Robin. He watches Robin leave the store and head to her bike outside the mall. Steve would normally give her a ride home but he made an excuse saying he had to run errands at the mall for his mom so he would be there late.
That was a lie. His mom didn’t need anything from him or the mall. Instead after work Steve heads over to Sam goody. He walks in the store and you don’t seem to notice as you’re stocking some records.
He walks over to the records you’re stocking and takes one out of the crate you’re using to carry them around. When he reaches in the crate you look up at him in surprise and then smile.
“Oh hi Steve. What are you doing here?”
Now it was time to put his plan into action.
“Well I was wondering if you wanted to hangout tonight?”
“Oh! Sure! Where’s Robin?”
Steve slumps a little.
“Uh Robin wouldn’t be there. It would just be me and you…”
He notices the way you tense and the way your face contorts into confusion.
“So you want to hangout…alone….with me?”
“Well yeah. That’s kinda why I asked.”
“It’s just-I-well-“ you sigh and set the records down.
“Steve are you sure?”
Steve’s beginning to lose his confidence here. He was expecting either a yes or no. Definitely not this.
“Yes I’m sure. I was thinking maybe we could hangout at the diner in town and then go back to my place for a movie?”
Your face has an expression that Steve can’t quite read. And you can tell you’re making Steve nervous.
“Okay Steve. I get off in about 30 minutes if you wanna wait in here and listen to music while I stock the last of the records and cassettes.”
Steve’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. He walks over to the stool at the counter and watches as you work. He finds himself hypnotized by you. The way your soft hands flick through the records, the way your nice big hips sway as you walk, the way he can see your tummy is driving him wild. Then when he thinks it can’t get any better. You bend over to pick up a dropped cassette. He almost groans out loud. He quickly covers it with a cough and you look over at him and give him a smile which he returns.
The 30 minutes seems to last forever as he quickly realizes he’s growing a boner just watching you work. While you’re not looking he quickly sticks his hand down his pants and tucks his dick into the waistband of his pants. You finally finish stocking and look at the time and begin to close up shop.
Steve leads you out to his car and opens the door for you. You get in the passenger seat and Steve tells you that you can pick the music. You put on some Bon Jovi and it takes a few minutes but you begin to quietly sing along to yourself as you look out the window. Steve can barely hear you but he thinks your voice sounds beautiful. He smiles to himself as he listens to you.
Eventually the two of you pull into the diner and walk in and are seated as a nice booth near the window. You guys order some drinks and begin to look at the menu.
As you’re looking at the menu Steve wads up the little paper that comes on his straw and he throws it at your face to get your attention and you look up and give him an angry stare that he can tell isn’t angry. He stares back until you break and laugh.
He decides to test the waters and say something he wouldn’t normally say.
“You remember Ms Jones English class? Freshman year?”
Although you and Steve have been growing closer you’ve yet to talk about high school. Both avoiding it as a sore subject.
“Uh yeah?”
“I remember you always used to read this book. The same one all the time. Even if we were required to read a different book you’d always have that book with you. What was it called? We ended up having to read it senior year and I remember when we had to read it you were ecstatic cause you already knew everything about it. Pride and Prejudice right?”
You didn’t answer for a beat. You didn’t know Steve noticed you outside the times his friends spent bullying you. And the fact that he remembered what book it was caught you off guard.
“Uh yeah. Pride and Prejudice is still my favorite. I reread it all the time.”
“Why’s it your favorite?”
“Because it was the first book I read where felt like I could see the book laid out in my mind. Where I could imagine myself as the protagonist ya know?”
“Now I don’t remember a ton about the book but I remember her name was Elizabeth Bennet right? You see yourself as her. Why?”
Your face turns a little redder and he takes notice.
“Well- Lizzie was always seen as somewhat inferior. In terms of finances and looks compared to her sisters and I guess I could relate to that.”
“You’re not inferior.”
You sigh. “I didn’t say that for a pep talk Steve. I’m just saying I relate to her. Whether you think I’m inferior or not.”
“I know. And I know you don’t need a pep talk. But you’re not inferior okay?”
Just then the waiter comes up to take your orders. Steve orders a club sandwich with onion rings and you order a burger and fries.
The two of you laugh and talk as you wait for your food and eventually it arrives. Just as you’re about to dig in you hear an all too familiar laugh. You shut your eyes tight and try to pretend like you’ve disappeared. But when you open your eyes you’re still there. And so is Tommy H and fucking Carol.
You can hear carols witch cackle as the two of them approach the booth.
“Well well well look what we have here. King Steve out with the town cow.” Tommy says as he wraps his arm around carols shoulder.
Steve quickly stands up and gets in Tommy’s face.
“What did I tell you about shutting your damn mouth man?”
“Oh really Steve? You gonna fight me? Over that?” He points at you and you can feel the tears welling in your eyes. You didn’t want to be here.
Steve shoves Tommy back hard. Tommy bumps into a table and brushes off his jacket.
“I said shut.your. Damn. Mouth.”
Carol steps in front of Tommy.
“He’s not worth it Tommy. Don’t waste your time. Let Steve have the Heifer.”
Steve steps closer to the two of them.
“You leave her alone you hear me? I didn’t stop you guys shit back then and I should’ve but I’m not gonna let it happen now.”
Tommy huffs out a laugh and wraps his arm back around Carol and the two of them saunter out of the restaurant unbothered by the encounter. Steve turns his attention back to you at the table and what he finds breaks his heart.
There you are sitting with your head down. Breathing heavily, clearly trying to hold in your sobs. Steve can barely see your face but from what he can see, he can see tears streaming down them as you cry silently. He quickly squeezes in next to you on your side of the booth and he tries to wrap and arm around you but you quickly slide away and hit the wall getting as far away from him as you could.
“Y/n? I’m so sorry about them I had no idea they were even in town. I thought they left Hawkins I had no idea they’d be here.”
Your voice is just above a squeak as you answer.
“It’s okay. Thank you for defending me. I think I should go.”
“What! Why? We haven’t even eaten yet? Come on don’t let them ruin this.”
You huff a pained laugh. “Yeah like I need to eat this. As if I haven’t eaten enough already. Tommy and carol are right Steve. You shouldn’t waste your time hanging out with me. I get you feel bad about high school and everything but really you don’t need to hangout with me out of pity.”
Steve felt so much pain in his chest he wanted to topple over. He felt at fault. He’d never defended you before and now you had this horrible opinion of yourself. You viewed yourself as inferior: as a waste of time to hangout with. And he felt like it was all his fault.
He scooted closer to you and slowly reached up to grab your face in his hands and you let him. He turned your face to where you were looking at him with teary eyes. He began to speak in the most serious voice he could muster.
“You are NOT a waste to hangout with. I’m NOT hanging out with you out of pity. I’m here with you because I want to be. Please stay and eat with me? Please?”
You blink back some tears and nod your head yes.
It takes a few minutes but eventually Steve gets you laughing again. Mostly cause he starts playing with his food just to try and make you laugh. He notices you don’t finishes your meal and he wants to say something but he doesn’t want to push his luck.
He pays for both meals despite your protest and the two of you leave the restaurant and head back to Steve’s house.
The drive to Steves house is full of laughter and horrible singing impressions on Steve’s part. When you get there you’re shocked. You always heard about king Steve’s house in high school and how huge it was but you never expected this. You walk in and you’re very hesitant to touch anything. Steve can sense your nerves and he grabs your hand and leads you further into the house. He stops in the living room in front of the couch.
“Okay I’m gonna go change out of this stupid ass scoops uniform and I’ll be right back down if you wanna pick out a movie?”
As Steve turns to leave you quickly grab his hand and he spins back around.
“You okay?”
“I-I just…. Well. Steve what if your parents come home? And they see….well…me? Im not exactly the type of girl you usually bring home.”
Steve gives a lopsided smile and squeezes your hand.
“1. My parents are never ever home so the chances of them coming home and seeing you are like a billion to one. And even if they did screw them. I can be with whoever I want.”
Steve turns to leave again and this time you let him. You pick out a movie and sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable amongst the pillows.
Eventually Steve returns in his pajamas and with a bowl of popcorn in hand. He sits down directly next to you despite having a lot of open couch space left. He presses play on the movie and leans back in the pillows along with you and kicks his legs up on the coffee table.
About an hour into the movie Steve yawns stretches, moving his arm to rest on your shoulder. Without really thinking about it you lean into it and make yourself comfortable at his side. Steve smiles to himself and his small victory.
Eventually the movie ends and Steve puts on a movie as his choice and returns to your side. Wrapping his arm around you. As the night goes on the both of you just keep picking movies turn by turn. Eventually Steve notices your breathing has gone heavy and your body has fully slumped against his own. You’re asleep.
He smiles to himself and lays down gently on the couch placing you gently with him. He lets the movie play out and doesn’t put a new one in. Instead he just drifts off with you In his arms. It’s the best sleep he’s had in awhile.
Movie nights begin to become a regular thing between you and Steve. Neither one of you mentioning the mornings spent waking up together. Eventually you start leaving pajamas and clothing at his house and he begins to do the same at yours.
As the summer closes you’re at home one night when you hear about the awful fire at star court mall that killed a bunch of people. You weren’t working that day but you knew Steve and Robin were.
You drive as quickly as you can to the star court mall parking lot and desperately search for your friends hoping they’re alive. You’re standing in the parking lot frantically scanning faces when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You whip around to find Robin leaning against a car next to max who comes into the record store with her friends all the time. You run up to Robin and quickly give her a hug.
“Oh Robs! Are you okay? What the hell happened?”
Robin explains how there was some kind of fire explosion and a lot of people were hurt. The details she gives are kind of vague but you couldn’t care less because you’re just lucky your friend is alive.
“Robin. Where’s Steve?”
She points to a nearby ambulance and you quickly rush over to the back of it. What you see when you open the door shocks you. There Steve sits getting treated by a paramedic. It looks like he’s been beat to shit. You swallow hard. Your heart aches for him and what he must have been through to suffer those injuries. But you’re just thankful he’s alive. You suspect there’s more to this mall fire than everyone’s letting on.
Steve quickly looks over at you. Turning his head much to the paramedics annoyance. He says your name in a bit of raspy voice and reaches his hand out to you.
You grab his hand quickly and give it a tight squeeze. You climb up in the back of the ambulance and sit next to Steve as he’s being treated. Every once in awhile you squeeze each others hands. Eventually the paramedic finishes up and leaves the ambulance to tend to someone else. Leaving you and Steve alone. You take a deep breath and gently cup Steve’s face in a way that ensures it won’t hurt him and make him turn to face you.
“Steve. I know this wasn’t just a mall fire. You don’t have to tell me what happened. You probably can’t. And I understand that. Just know I’m so happy you’re alive. And I’m here in any way that you need me.”
He gives you a weak smile and pulls you in for a hug that makes him wince in pain. But he doesn’t care. He holds you tight regardless. He whispers in your ear.
“Take me home?”
You nod your head yes and grab his hand as you leave the ambulance. You say goodbye to everyone and offer rides to Robin and some of the kids but they all say they’ll be okay. You drive Steve back to his house and help him inside.
You walk to where you have your pajamas stored and go to change. When you come out of the bathroom you hear Steve struggling in pain. You rush over to find him in his room changing. You quickly try to turn around and head out of the room but you bump loudly into the door. Catching Steve’s attention.
He turns around to see you standing there.
“Sorry! I heard you and it sounded like you were in pain so I came to check on you and you were changing so I tried to leave but then I hit the door. I promise I’m not a creep!”
“Sweetheart. Could you actually help me out here?”
“W-what?”
Steve sighs. “ I’m in a lot of pain here and I don’t think I can change into my pajamas. If you can just help me get my shirt and pants off so I can sleep in my boxers you’d be a life saver.”
The thought of undressing Steve and seeing him in his boxers makes your cheeks go rosy and makes you tingle all over. You had to remind yourself you were just helping out a friend.
You make your way across the room to Steve and tell him to lift his arms above his head as best he can. He obliges. As gently as you can you grab his shirt and roll it up his body as slowly as possible to avoid tugging on anything or causing him pain.
Eventually you get his shirt off and you toss it to the ground. Here you are standing in Steve Harrington’s bedroom with him shirtless as you’re undressing him. You know about a hundred girls who would kill to be in your position.
The next part is what has you nervous. You reach down and undo his belt and slowly pull it through the loops. It gets a little caught on a loop so you tug just a little and you hear Steve groan.
“Sorry Steve!”
“It’s okay sweetheart. You’re doing great.”
Steve noticed your hands are shaking a lot and he gently grabs your wrists.
“Are you okay?” He asks quietly.
You laugh gently. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
He gives a gentle laugh as well. “I mean your hands are shaking.”
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay. I just-well. God this is so stupid. I’ve never been this close to anyone before. And I’ve certainly never undressed someone before.”
Steve hadn’t even considered that when he asked you. He didn’t mean to make you nervous. He was just in so much pain. And you were being so gentle with him.
“I can try and finish undressing myself if you want. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s okay Steve. You’re in pain. I’m a big girl I can do this.”
You move your hands out of his grasp and go to undo his pants. Suddenly it’s Steve who realizes he might have a problem. With you being so gentle and so close to him and him being so out of it he knows he can pop a boner any second and there’s no way he can stop it.
It’s even worse when you begin to move his pants down his legs and you kneel to make it easier on you. He looks down for a brief second and you look up at him and he realizes he’s fucked. His head quickly snaps up to look at the ceiling cause there’s no way he can look at you on your knees in front of him like that, like the way he’s dreamed, and not pop a boner.
He starts taking deep breaths through his nose and you ask him to lift up a leg so he does. He steps out of the first pant leg and then the next. Leaving him only in his boxers. You stand back up and throw his pants across the room and they land with his shirt. He looks back down from the ceiling and finds you staring at his shirtless form and it makes him smile a little to know you’re checking him out.
You however quickly realize what you’re doing and you clear your throat and say goodnight as you move to leave Steve’s room. Having planned on sleeping in one of the guest rooms. As you move to leave Steve gently grabs your arm and pulls you close to him.
“Stay with me?”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be in pain cause I’m laying with you?”
“Honey I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep without you.”
The way he says it has your heart melting. In this moment you realize no matter what you told yourself and no matter how hard you tried to deny it. You were head over heels for Steve Harrington. You were so relieved to find out he was alive tonight. But now him saying he needed you? Oh you were so fucked.
You silently nodded your head and Steve led you to the bed where you both laid down and made yourselves comfortable holding each other. Despite all the horrible things he’d been through. Steve didn’t have a single nightmare with you.
The months go by and Steve and Robin find new jobs at family video. You follow them and get a job next door at the arcade. Everyday you all still take your breaks together and everyday Robin notices your and Steve getting closer and closer.
One day Steve has to stay in on break and help Keith check in some late videos so it leaves you and Robin alone. She decided to breach the subject again.
“Soooooooo I’m gonna ask something you’re not gonna like.”
You give a chuckle and continue to fiddle with something on the bench.
“Okay robs go for it.”
“When are you gonna tell Steve you like him.”
There’s a loud thunk as you slam your head onto the table.
“You’re right Robin I didn’t like that.”
“Well?”
You sigh.
“I’m never gonna tell him Robin.”
“AHA! So you do like him!”
You hit your head on the table again and Robin moves her hand to become a barrier between your head and the table.
“Can we drop this please?”
“Absolutely not! You have to tell him!”
“I don’t “have” to do anything. Especially when it would be pointless. Steve is my friend and he would never see me that way. End of story. I’m not gonna tell him that just to lose him.”
Robins internally screaming at how stupid the two of you are.
“Why don’t you think Steve could see you that way?”
“Robin come on? The last girl he dated was nancy. The girl before that was Stacy. The girl before that was Rebecca. You know what all the girls Steve’s dated have in common?”
“Um… they all have a vagina? I think?”
You laugh. “Well yeah…but none of them are fat. Steve wouldn’t date a fat girl like me and I don’t blame him. I’m just not attractive and that’s something I have to live with.”
Robins about to respond and tell you off for speaking so lowly of yourself when the back door to the video store swings open and out walks Steve. The two of you go oddly quiet and Steve gives a confused look between the two of you.
“What did I miss?”
“Nothing! I just remembered I have to go empty the change out of the arcade machines so I’m gonna go.”
“But we haven’t even gotten a chance to talk or eat yet?” Steve says a little sad.
“Sorry Stevie.” You quickly walk back in the building leaving Steve and Robin alone.
“What the hell was that about?”
Robin doesn’t answer.
“Robin? Hellooooo?” He waves a hand in front of her face and snaps a couple of times.
“I want to tell you something but I don’t want to be a bad friend but I also just want my friends to be happy.”
“Robin what the hell are you talking about?”
“SHE LIKES YOU!” Robin blurts it out without thinking too much.
Steve stands there frozen.
“W-what?”
“I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Well Robin you can’t unsay it so now you have to elaborate.”
“Okay okay. She likes you. But she doesn’t think you could ever like her back so she has no plans of ever telling you or doing anything about it.”
“What? Why doesn’t she think I can like her back? Isn’t it like stupid obvious that I’m absolutely gone for her?”
“She says she thinks she’s too fat for you. That you’ve only ever dated skinny girls so that’s all you must be interested in and there’s no way you could like her. She said and I quote “I’m just not attractive and that’s something I have to live with.””
Steve sits down on the bench and slides a hand over his face.
“Fuck! Doesn’t she realize how beautiful she is? How do I make her see that Robin? How do I make her see that I want her?”
“Maybe. Dingus. Start by telling her? Maybe she’d believe it if she actually heard it.”
He swallows hard. She’s right. He has to find a way to tell you. He gets up from the bench and walks towards the door to the arcade and walks inside. He finds you not changing out the money in the machines but instead he finds you resting your head on the counter.
“Hey.” He says quietly.
Your head shoots up off the counter.
“Hey.”
“Wanna come over for movie night tonight?”
“Sure. You gonna grab some movie options from work?”
“You know it baby.”
“Okay I’ll see you when we get off then.”
Steve returns to family video and rents all your favorite movies. At the end of your shift the three of you climb into Steve’s car. He drops Robin off at her house and takes the two of you back to his house.
You walk in as if you own the place and quickly change out of your work clothes and make your way back to the sofa. You sit down and swing your legs over Steve’s. He lets the first movie play and orders some pizza.
By the time the second movie plays and the pizza has been eaten Steve thinks it’s time to try and talk to you. He doesn’t know where to start so he starts stroking a hand up and down the legs that cover his own. He moves his hand a little higher to rest on your thigh and he gives it a light squeeze. You turn to look at him and find him already looking. He grabs the remote and pauses the movie much to your confusion.
“Can we talk?”
Steve notices the way your face turns into nervousness.
“Yeah Stevie what’s up?”
He sighs and takes a deep breath and you can tell whatever he’s trying to say is hard for him. You reach a hand up and swipe some of the hair out of his face and run a knuckle down across his forehead in a soothing motion.
“Sweetheart I’m just gonna come out and say it. I’m crazy about you. I always have been. And I know you like me too.”
You retract your hand quickly.
“That’s not funny Steve.” The look on your face is full of confusion and it’s slowly morphing into anger.
“Robin told you didn’t she? And now I’m what? Some joke between you two? Haha the fat girl likes me. Let me play with her emotions is that it Steve?” You start to move off the couch and Steve desperately starts clinging to you.
“NO! No! Absolutely not! That’s not what this is! I would never do that to you! Yes Robin told me you liked me but she only told me cause she knows how crazy I’ve been about you!”
You’re still trying to move off of the couch and now you’re starting to cry. Steve thinks to himself fuck how could this go so wrong.
“B-but you don’t like me Steve. Y-you can’t!”
“What?”
He grabs hold of your arms and tries to get you to look at him but you refuse.
“Honey what do you mean? Why can’t I like you?”
“BECAUSE IM FAT STEVE! BOYS LIKE YOU DONT LIKE GIRLS LIKE ME! IT JUST DOESNT HAPPEN!”
Steve’s taken aback by you shouting at him but it doesn’t sway him one bit. If anything he tries to pull you closer to him.
“Please look at me.”
You can hear the desperation in his voice so you decide to glance up at him. You find him staring deeply into your eyes.
“Sweetheart I’ve been head over heels for you since the day I met you in that stupid English class freshman year. I watched you every day to see what you were reading or writing. I was so fucking stupid for being friends with Tommy and carol and letting them treat you the way they did but my head was too far up my own ass to realize that what I was doing was wrong. I should have been letting you know every fucking day how stunning you are. And you’re right. I don’t like you. Because you’re not the kind of girl boys like. You’re the kind of girl boys fall in love with. And I’m that boy. Can’t you see I’m in love with you?”
By now the tears were just streaming down your face and you couldn’t stop them even if you tried. Nobody, especially not a boy, had ever said you were stunning or beautiful or anything of the sort. Steve slowly let go of your arms and when he saw you weren’t trying to run away he gently lifted his hand up to your face where he cupped your face and began to wipe the tears away.
The way he was being so gentle with you made you want to cry even harder. And you did. You’d never known this kind of affection and you didn’t even even know you were missing it. You melted into Steve’s touch and let him hold you for a few minutes before you began to speak.
“Steve?” You whisper.
“Yeah?”
“I-I love you too…but I don’t know how to be loved. Or how to love really.”
“Sweetheart. That’s okay. I can show you.”
Steve looked into your eyes and started to lean in. You didn’t know what to do. So you shut your eyes and let him come to you. Only a second later you felt his lips make contact with your own. His lips were soft against yours and they melded right together. You were hesitant but you began to kiss him back. As your lips moved together you pressed further against each other. You sighed into against his lips and your mouth opened slightly.
Steve saw his opportunity and slipped his tongue in your mouth. Much to your surprise. Although it wasn’t unwelcome. You let him explore your mouth and then you explored his. Eventually your head starts to get a bit foggy and you’re running out of breath so you gently push back on him a bit and your mouths disconnect with a string of spit in between you. You’re both smiling like lovesick fools and while you catch your breath Steve finds he can’t get enough of you. He moves his lips to your cheek, then your jaw, and down your neck. He starts at your ear where he gives your lobe a little nibble that makes you whine a little. Barely loud enough for Steve to hear but he does. So he keeps going. He starts to kiss your neck and suck on spots that makes you whine. The first time he bites gently on a spot he knows you like though and he hears you moan for the first time. God the boys in heaven. But he stops. Much to your disappointment.
He pulls away and finds you looking disheveled. Face flushed and breathing heavily .
“Is what we’re doing okay baby? I don’t want to take things too far. I know you’ve never..”
You’re still breathing a little heavily as you answer.
“Yeah Steve. It’s okay. I trust you. Just…be gentle with me please.”
“But are you sure you want this? I know I want this but I don’t want you to be caught up in the moment and regret it honey. I want this to be something you want.”
You grab his face in your hands and pull him so close into you’re own that you’re almost kissing him again.
“I’m sure of this Stevie. There’s no one else I’d want it to be.”
Steve kisses you again. With much more ferver. He works his way back down to leaving you more hickies on your neck. He can tell your neck is sensitive. All the whines and moans you’re making are sending the blood rushing straight to his dick.
Still on the couch with your legs draped over his. He begins to move his hands around your body. Squeezing at the thick flesh and feeling it mold beneath his fingers. The more he squeezes the more sounds you let out. Your hands find their way to his hair where you tangle your fingers in his strands.
After a few more kisses Steve stops.
“Is it okay if we take this upstairs. I don’t want your first to be on a couch.”
The two of you walk up stairs and Steve starts kissing you again before you even reach his bedroom door. He opens it and backs you towards the bed but you stop him.
“Whats wrong sweetheart?”
You look a little red in the face as if you’re embarrassed. He taps your chin to look at him.
“Come on honey. Tell me.”
“I wanted to do something. Involving you.”
“What is it?”
“Do you remember that night when star court blew up? And we came back here… and you had me undress you?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“I was wondering if I could do it again?”
Steve practically melts right there.
“Of course you can sweetheart. Have at it.”
You give Steve a quick kiss before telling him to lift up his arms. He obliges. You slowly move your fingers to the hem of his shirt and pull it up and over his head and toss it to the floor. Now that his shirt is off you move your hands gently to Steve’s bare chest and let them roam. You lightly scratch up his torso and watch as his muscles react under your touch. Your hands move slowly to his pajama pants and you can’t help but notice a large bulge underneath the fabric. You take a deep breath and slowly start to pull the fabric down. As you pull the fabric down you kneel to the ground and Steve looks down at you. You look up at him with your big eyes and Steve can’t help the way his dick twitches. You catch the movement and smirk.
Once you work each leg out of the pants and discard the pants across the room you run your hands up Steve’s legs and give his thighs a squeeze. You reach for the waistband of his boxers and curl your fingers inside. Before you pull them down you ask one more time if it’s alright. To which he says yes.
You slide his boxers down. Unveiling his painfully hard cock. You’ve seen enough porn to know that was Steve has is practically a horse cock. Hell if he wanted to he could probably be a guy in a porno. You hadn’t realized you were staring wide eyed at his dick until you hear Steve huff a laugh.
“Honey if you keep staring at it like that I’m only gonna get harder.”
You don’t say anything. You just move your hands and quickly grip his cock. Not too tight but with a nice grip. You don’t really know what you’re doing but you know you don’t want to stop. You begin to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft and when you get to the top you give it a little squeeze. You hear Steve release a broken moan above you and so you decide to focus on his tip a little more.
You decide that instead of using your hands you want to use your mouth. So you lick your lips and lean forward to give his cock a little kitten lick on the end before taking the tip in your mouth.
Steve wasn’t expecting you to do any of this and watching the girl he’s been pining after for years on her knees for him is driving him crazy. He feels himself rushing towards an orgasm at your slightest touch and he just can’t have himself cumming in your mouth in under 30 seconds. So he backs a way a bit and pushes your head away. He leans down and grabs your hands and helps you stand to the floor.
“Since you got to undress me I think it’s only fair I return the favor.”
Steve gives you a brief kiss that takes your breath away as his hands rake up and down your body. Squeezing your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Anything he can grab he’s squeezing. And you’re letting out all sorts of glorious sounds for him.
Since you are just in your pajamas he doesn’t have to remove much. He starts with your shirt and much to his already known delight. You’re not wearing a bra. He’d imagined your breasts plenty of times but seeing your big breasts bare for him. Now that was driving him wild. Before you can cover yourself up from self consciousness he’s dipping down to kiss and lick all over your breasts.
Your nipples have perked up due to being exposed to the cold air. Steve takes advantage of this and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth while pinching the other between his fingers. You cry out at the new sensation. He continues doing it as he backs you towards the bed and once you hit it he lays you down gently.
He begins to kiss down your body. Stopping to give your plump tummy a few squeezes and kisses. He reaches the top of your pajama pants and looks up at your for confirmation. You nod your head yes and he begins to slide the pants down your legs. Much to his surprise you aren’t wearing any underwear.
You try to close your legs but he quickly stops you and just stares at your dripping pussy. The longer he stares the more self conscious you become. You’re about to say something or move when he finally dips his head down and inhales the scent between your legs. He takes a heavy inhale and sighs on the exhale. His hands move to your thighs where he starts kneading and squeezing them.
He moves his lips to your inner thighs where he starts nipping at the skin and sucking hickies into the flesh. After you’re properly worked up and whining for him, he moves towards your center. Placing a gentle kiss on you clit. Making you jump.
He runs his tongue through your folds. Licking at your hole all the way up to where he starts sucking on your clit. The new sensation is driving you wild. You’re reaching for the sheets, his hair, the headboard. Anything that can ground you but he just keeps on making you feel like you’re floating.
Then you feel something teasing at your entrance. A single finger. He then dips it in slowly just a little bit. And back out. He works his finger in and out of your until he’s knuckle deep. You’re moaning out his name and Steve starts to hump the mattress just to relieve himself a little bit.
He adds a second finger and starts to stretch you out a bit. Your back begins to arch off the bed and your thighs are closing around his head. And with the plush of your thighs surrounding his head Steve thinks to himself. “If I were to die in this moment I would die a very happy man.”
He continues to suck on your clit and pump his fingers in and out of you. Listening to the way your slick coats his hand and the whimpers and moans falling from your mouth.
He can tell you’re getting close by the way you tighten around him and the way you’re chanting out his name as if it were a prayer.
He starts working in and out of you faster. And eventually you feel that tight knot in your stomach snap as you scream his name and scratch at the headboard. He feels you cum all over his face and fingers and he licks up every drop of it.
Slowly your thighs loosen their death grip around his head and he sits up to take a good look at you. All pretty and splayed out beneath him looking absolutely wrecked. He wanted to wreck you even more.
He kissed his way back up your body. Making sure to squeeze you tight everywhere he could. Once he reached your mouth you started to lazily make out as he began to grind himself against you. Making you whine against his mouth.
“Are you ready?”
“Yeah stevie. I’m ready.”
“You tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much okay? You say the word it all stops. I promise.”
“I trust you.”
Steve lines himself up with your hole and slowly pushes the tip in as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You gasp and squeeze his hand. He stills for a moment and lets you adjust.
Once he feels you relax around him he pushes in a little more until he feels you tense up again. He stills and starts to kiss your face until you relax. He repeats this process until he’s all the way in. You’re breathing heavily and your face is flushed.
“Are you okay?” He asks quietly against your ear.
“Mmhmm. Yeah. I’m okay Stevie. Just-fuck- it’s a lot. Feel so full.”
Steve let’s you take as much time as you need until he feels your hips start to rock against this own. He pulls out almost entirely and pushes back in. You gasp and moan and Steve groans. He begins to snap his hips even faster and you start to scratch down his back and pull his body closer into your own.
You’re still worked up from your last orgasm and from the way Steve is driving in and out of you, you feel that coil in your stomach growing even tighter than it did before.
You’ve had orgasms before but none of them felt quite like this. You almost wanted to warn Steve that you didn’t know what was about to happen but you couldn’t form the words to tell him. Instead you just let yourself get lost in the feeling. Your orgasm approaching rapidly.
Steve was panting and moaning in your ear.
“I’m not gonna last baby. You’re so fucking tight- I- I can’t think straight.”
He grabs onto the headboard and starts driving into you even deeper and harder than you thought possible. You’re letting out noises you didn’t even know you could make. And then you feel his cock brush something inside of you you didn’t even know was there. It makes your entire body convulse and you’re screaming out his name.
Steve feels your pussy squeeze around him impossibly tight and he knows you’re cumming. What he doesn’t expect is the squirts of liquid that come with it. It takes him a second to realize he just made you squirt all over him. The second he does realize it however it’s over. His entire body tenses and his thrusts come to a violent halt as he continues to grab the headboard so hard he thinks he might break it as he pumps you full of his warm cum. His head dips into the crook of your neck and he starts to whine cause he just can’t stop cumming. He’s pretty sure he’s never come this much or this hard in his entire life.
When Steve finally comes to you’re holding him. Stroking the back of his head as he lays on top of you. Practically suffocating you. He gently pulls out of you and gives you a quick peck before standing on wobbly legs. He goes to the to the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth in hand that he runs between your legs.
He lays down beside you and you curl into his arms. The both of you fall asleep. The world for both of you feeling a lot less heavy.
The next morning when you wake up in his arms both of you naked. You turn to face him. You stroke his face gently and it rouses him out of his sleep. His eyes flutter open and a soft smile crosses his features.
“Morning beautiful.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Morning Stevie.”
“How are you feeling honey? Was last night okay?”
“Last night was amazing Steve…but I have a question?”
He strokes your face gently
“What is it honey?”
“What does this mean for us? What are we?”
“Well I was hoping this means we’re together. You and me. And I was hoping I could take you out on a nice date. If you want to of course.”
“I’d love to go on a date with you Steve.”
You start to roll out of bed because it’s time for you and Steve to get to work but Steve grabs hold of you and pulls you back into him on the bed. Making you giggle.
“Steve we have to go to work!”
“Come on let’s just call out today. Spend the whole day together.”
“And leave Robin and Keith alone? Robin will kill us.”
“Can I convince you to be a little late then?”
“Oh? And how would you do that?”
Steve starts leaving kisses along your shoulder and down your chest.
“I’ve got a few ideas…”
You and Steve arrive to work about an hour and a half late. You walk into family video hand in hand. Robin looks up from the counter.
“I was so going to give you shit for being late but I’ll let it slide this one time because you two are happy.”
You give Steve a kiss and leave family video and walk over to the arcade. Leaving Robin and Steve alone.
“So you finally told her?”
“Yes Robin I did.”
“Well….what happened? Give me every detail!”
“Trust me Robin you don’t want every detail.”
“Ew! Gross! That’s my friend you’re talking about!”
“You asked!”
Robin and Steve share a laugh and Robin quickly realizes she’s going to probably have to start covering for both you and Steve a lot now. And after you and Steve’s first official date you immediately prove Robin right by showing up 3 hours late for work the next day. Both of you practically covered head to toe in hickies.
Post Halloween with Steve <3 (Steve Harrington x female!reader, 0.5k)
She had fallen asleep on his shoulder not too long ago, the party had been dying down for a while, just a few people left talking outside and lingering in the kitchen but Steve didn't care about kicking them out, he couldn't risk waking her.
He had gotten talked into hosting a Halloween party but he wasn't the host per say. He had spent most the night with his girlfriend, tracing patterns on the back of her hand as she talked to her friends, digging though bowls of candy to find the ones they liked best.
And now it was almost morning, not even Halloween anymore really. He hadn’t dressed up much, a bit of blood on his face seemed to do the trick. He had stepped out of the bathroom and she had rushed over to him and told him how pretty he looked.
‘Even covered in blood?’ He had asked. She nodded quickly. Only stating that she never wanted to see him with real blood smeared across his face, he went to say something rude, not something a sweet boyfriend would say but she stopped him. Already knowing how his mind worked.
She shifted around a little beside him and he froze. He could wake her up, he could tell her to go to bed, but the weight of her resting on him was calming and she seemed to have her legs tucked up on the sofa just the right way and- Honestly, she was just cute when she was sleeping.
They were going to have to tidy up later in the day, take down the lights and get rid of all the empty cups scattered around the house. Steve was strangely looking forward to it, both of them in their pyjamas, cleaning up like it was their home, not just his. It sounded very domestic and now he was thinking about it, it wasn’t a bad way to spend a day.
He could run out and get them some coffee, maybe something sweet too, he’d had enough candy for the rest of the year but he wasn’t against a cinnamon roll or two, and he knew she wouldn’t be either. He knew her favourite bakery so he could go there, then they could start cleaning up, be done by the evening and cuddle down and watch a movie or something.
She would have to go home at some point but he could put that off for a little while.
“Steve.”
The sleepiness in her voice made him smile. He shifted slightly, now she was awake, so that he could see her face a little. “Mhm.” He hummed in response, taking his hand and tracing his fingers up and down her neck. He was glad she felt so warm, he was worried she might’ve been getting cold.
summary: steve comes in his pants from eating you out. that's the plot. (wc: 1.3k+)
warnings: smut without plot basically, or*l (f!receiving), praises, steve cums in his pants, soft smut!, steve is attentive, MINORS DNI.
author's note: not proof-read. this is dumb and doesnt make sense bc i wrote it in 20 mins bc i desperately needed to get out of my stupid slump sooo just pls support me in my shitty writing era thank you.
pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.
Steve loves eating pussy.
Scratch that, Steve just loves eating you out.
Because let's face it, before you, he didn't really care that much about the other girl's pleasure, or he just wasn't really that keen on eating pussy.... that was until you came along.
He didn't know what it was, that had him hooked on you this much, how much he enjoyed tasting you like a man possessed when it came to eating you out.
You taught him how fucking pleasurable eating pussy was, and it unironically changed him.
Once he realized how much it mattered to him to make you cum, he decided to make it his mission. Make a mental note of how you responded when he did anything.
He studied the noises you made when his fingers lightly traced your inner thighs, the shaky breaths you gave him as you silently pleaded, begged for more.
He started picking up on the way your body gave into him, slowly at first, and then all at his mercy. Padded thumb circling around your clit, velvety lips puffing a huff of cold air, making you whine while he wore that cocky smirk, hook, line, and sinker.
He just didn't realize how much it got him off to see you like this, to taste you fully, not until now.
"Such a gorgeous fuckin' pussy," he hummed, pressing upwards, just a little bit, reveling in the way your back arched for him. Once he finally got you prepped, smearing your juices all over, earning more sounds from you, then he pushed a finger inside of your soft walls, drawling the sweetest sounds.
"God, s'fuckin soaked, honey, all f'me?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, lips turning into a mocking pout, earning nothing but incoherent babble from you. He adds another finger, drumming his fingers inside of that sweet spot, turning you into gooey mess, his cock twitching in his pants.
Only when you pathetically murmur out a "S-steve!" that he finally kisses you all over, tongue licking up a flat stripe up your cunt, making your brain short-circuit.
"Y'like that, sweetheart?" He hums, and you nod all dumb, making him chuckle in that arrogant tone, yet you can't even argue.
He is that good.
The tip of his nose brushes against your clit, "ride my face, honey," he murmurs, but it's more like an order, that perfect chocolatey gaze so full of lust that you can feel yourself clench, nothing but a little "okay" coming out of your glossy lips.
And he groans at your fucked out face, you look so perfect. Spread out in front of him, glistening with arousal, head thrown back, plushy lips slightly open with your uncontrollable moans.
He buries his face in your cunt before you can beg him to, teasing with kitten licks before sucking your clit into his mouth, you cry out in all glory, thighs squeezing his head, hands crushing the sheets beneath the two of you in need.
His cock twitches at the sound, caged beneath his boxers the more you grind against his tongue, and he fucking smirks at you, watching your face twist the second he slips his index fingers inside of you, words roll out of your tongue as nothing but disordered sounds.
His cold fingers curl inside of you, making you arch your back against him, you want to beg for more, but you can barely speak.
And of fucking course, he can tell, his devilish smirk growing wider before his padded thumb circles around your clit, the tip of his tongue keeping the rhythm.
His cock feels stiff, so fucking stiff that it feels uncomfortable, wanting, needing to feel your walls, to be inside of you, watch the way his huge cock stretches you fully.
"S-steve!" He knows that tone all too well, singing for him, the sweet sounds of your whimpers, letting him know that you are close to the edge, and he doesn't hesitate to add another finger.
"Doin' so good for me, sweetheart, you close, huh?" He mocks all knowingly, tongue sucking your clit while his fingers circle around it, it's all the stimulation you need and more, body going frail with how attending he is.
You give a slight nod, body flushed with lust, cunt clenching around him, "Use me," he begs, desperate, needing to see how heavenly you sound when you come around him, the prettiest face you wear.
"Use me to get yourself off, baby." The words sound filthier with his whiney tone, you know he's close too, just by eating you out. And it makes you want that sweet release so much more, chasing it eagerly.
His tongue picks up his movements, fingertips rubbing your clit with vigor, and you ride his face in all glory, chasing that little taste of heaven.
You don't know if it's the "Good girl," praise he offers, his fast-paced fingers on your swollen buds, or that celestial tongue of his sucking on your clit, but you lose it all. "Oh, f-fuck!" You moan out, every control of your body, gone.
Going to pieces when he makes you cum, your taste flooding his senses, overtaking him as well. It's all he wants, worship you, taste you on his tongue, watch your face contort over and over again.
That's the routine normally, but now it makes him realize how much more he enjoys this, having you spread apart in front of him, pussy fluttering around his tongue and fingers, and that's all it takes to have him leak all over, hips grinding into nothing but the sheets, cumming in his boxers, groans leaving his mouth.
It takes you a minute to register it all, barely able to catch your breath. "Steve, d-did you-" You looked down at his boxers, all warm and wet.
"S-shit, baby, I'm sorry, I just-" He mumbled, almost embarrassed, words jumbled together, blushing furiously.
God, that was so fucking hot.
He avoided your gaze, looking down on the mess he made, warm load spread all over his boxers, sure to leave a stain. Sticky and embarrassing him. "You just looked so fuckin' hot and tasted so good-"
"Steve," You interrupted him, his attention all on you, gaze so sweet that he can't avoid it. "What are you apologizing for that was so fucking hot," you blurted out, eyes blown wide with lust all over again.
"W-what?"
"Baby, you cumming your pants from eating me out just made you ten times hotter." You groaned all whiney, leaning in closer to him.
"Do you need me to take care of you now, Stevie?" You asked, tone sultry, and your doe-eyed gaze, dangerous, making his cock stiffen in record-breaking seconds.
"Keep talkin' to me like that and I'll cum in my pants once again, baby," he teased with a whine, lips still curled into a grin, making you giggle with your head thrown back.
"C'mere," you grabbed him by his shirt, kissing him roughly, teeths clashing and lust filling the room again as you tasted yourself all over his tongue.
This is based off that second dream I had about Danny.
Also I’m tagging the people who liked that post in case they were interested.
Anywho, as per usual. No Ashley. I’m not including her in any of my Danny Fic
The way I had to google the weirdest stuff for this lol. I’m going to try to be writing more, it keeps me calm and wedding stress is driving me nuts since it’s only a month away. ANYWAYS. So while requests aren’t technically open, I’m totally cool with being sent fic ideas for the characters I typically write for. Who knows? Maybe I’ll be inspired
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of anxiety, mentions of being led on
Word Count: 2610 (gosh dang. good job me!)
Comments are always appreciated! I love hearing y’alls brain thoughts after reading lol.
Masterlist
Two years. It had been two years working for Game Grumps. Quite honestly, it had been one of the best years of your life. You had always been fascinated by the Youtube Gaming community, and you were grateful to finally be a part of it. Granted, you were mainly putting your art and animation talents to the test, but knowing what it all went toward was more than enough. You were more than content to live as you were.
However, it was not without its challenges. Outside of the fact that you were doing what you loved, over the last half couple months it had begun feeling rather tense-ish with a certain coworker. Well, tense for you at least.
Uuuh I haven’t written anything in around 4 years and I kinda want to!! Sorry if my writing is shit. I’m also on mobile and English isn’t my first language so again excuse any mistak!!
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You wake up to the sun rays coming in from the slit between the curtains. You stare out thinking about what you’re going to do that day, until an arm bring you out of your thoughts.
You smile, turning around carefully to not wake him up. You stare at him with a warm tired smile on your face. You stare at him, taking in the little details on his face. Taking in the little freckles and the beauty mark he has on plastered on his face.
These are the days you enjoy. You can just enjoy the the mornings without a worry. Silence mixed with breathing and his snoring. He would would usually wake up early way before you awoke.
“I love you” you whispered, still thinking he’s asleep. Pulling you closer, he hold you tighter, “I love you more” he says, his voice groggily with sleep. A tired smile on his face while his droopy blue eyes stare at you.
“Matt don’t you have anything to do today? You usually wake up before I do” you asked him. “ Not today, Ryan and I are taking a little break” he groans, putting his face at the crook of your neck, giving you a kiss.
“Thought we could just spend some time together” he informed. “You okay?” You asked as he groans in pain. “No, I’m hungover” he groans again.
Remembering that him and Ryan doing episodes of drunk drawing, you pointed out the water and aspirin at the bedside table. He turned and drank them. “Thank you” he says with a sigh. “You want to do anything today? ” you ask, “No, I just want to lay here with you” he says snuggling closer to you.
Giggling you play with his hair as he places his head on your chest. “Well, we can stay like this for a while, but I’m hungry so I’ll get us some breakfast later, ok?” You ask. “Mmmhm” he let’s out already falling asleep again.
“Love you” you say giving Matt a kiss on his head. Slowly falling asleep again.
“I love you more” he mumbles. Lazy mornings are best like these.
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hello! Hope y'all enjoy this!! You can request any YouTuber or anyone you want. I’ll try my best!!! Please give me feedback. I would appreciate it.
i woke up to a couple texts from matt which was pretty normal but today was a little different.
m: Hey, do you wanna come to the fair with me tonight?
m: If not that’s okay.
y/n: yeah thats fine! why wouldnt i want to go?
m: I mean as like a date? If you want but if not we can just go as friends haha I just thought it would be fun, I dont know
y/n: matt, id love to. (: let me know when you wanna go!!!
y/n: im glad you asked me
m: I’m glad you said yes.
matt picked me up around 7pm and for the first time he was acting super awkward. we’ve been best friends for years so this took me by suprise completely.
“hey why dont we get some fries or something then ride some rides?” matt says finally after walking in silence for a couple minutes which felt like hours.
“yes! sounds great” i say quickly. we sit and eat the fries as i stare at him. he’s gorgeous and the idea of him liking me back is driving me crazy. im wondering if he texted me that as a joke or if he actually likes me. but the way hes acting shows me how nervous he is. i start up a conversation where we chat about work and movies and video games and it feels like normal again. we walk around for a bit when he sees a game where he can win a stuffed animal. i suddenly remembered that this was a “date” and he seemed to remember as well.
“im gonna win you one of those” he smiles at me and walks over to the booth. he has to throw 3 balls and knock down 5 bottles which im sure are weighted. he throws and completely misses. i laugh and i can see his face turning red as he laughs to himself. i smile as he continues to miss all 3 times. he starts to take his wallet out when i stop him.
“why might as well gamble in vegas” i laugh and he shakes his head but puts his wallet away.
“yeah youre right. can we just do the cliche ferris wheel?” he asks while looking down at me. i feel butterflies in my stomach and i quietly reply, “hell yeah” he smiles down at me as he imterwines his fingers with mine. i can feel my face getting red as i see his doing the same. we chat lightly while we wait to get on. eventually we get onto the ride. he sits right next to me and puts his arm around me. i smile and stare at the ground but i can feel him looking at me.
“can i ask you something?” he says while staring at me. i slowly look up at him and nod my head.
“how do you feel about me?” he says. he suddenly looks at the ground as well and stares at his feet. i look over at him and feel my face burn up but i know i gotta tell him the truth now.
“i honestly have a bit of a crush on you.” i say shyly. he turns his head at me and we make eye contact. he starts to smile but turns away quickly still smiling.
“i have a bit of a crush on you as well” he smiles and turns back to me. we just look at each other for a few moments until i notice were both leaning in. we stop once we get close to each other and im shaking being so close to him. he looks at my lips and whispers, “can i kiss you?” i dont even reply when i lean in to kiss him. i can feel him smiling as he kisses me back. the ride continues to move as we kiss. we eventually pull away and we both start giggling. he grabs my hand and just smiles while looking at the view.
“thanks for saying yes to this date.”
(i dont really know much about matt so hopefully this was okay!!!)
a.n. – first request! loved the suggestion, i hope this lives up to your expectations, anon; photo
word count: 1010
“Ryan,” you said, angling your head to fully admire yourself in the mirror. A pair of sunglasses with “Battle Born” written across the front rested on the bridge of your nose, slightly offset in your haste to show your boyfriend. He stuck his head out from the next aisle down, arms filled with snacks, and giggled at you. You smiled at him, returning the glasses to the rack and joining him in the aisle.
“Think we have enough?” you teased, eyeing the excessive amount of processed food he held in his arms.
“Well, I thought we would vote on what we would get,” he said, dejected. “I just wanted it to be fair.”
“How democratic.”
“Thank you,” Ryan replied, satisfied.
“Pringles trump Lay’s, by the way.”
“Shut up, no they don’t,” he said, voice rising in joking exasperation.
“Fine,” you said, suppressing a smile. “Agree to disagree.”
After several minutes of fruitless debate, you and Ryan brought all of the snacks to the counter and decided that voting on something with only two people was a hightly inefficient process. Voting was now limited to parties of three or more.
You returned to the Fiat with two grocery bags, each filled to the brim with piles of processed food.
“These trips are fun and all—” Ryan began.
“But, we really eat like shit during them,” you finished, eliciting a laugh from him. He nodded his head in agreement.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
You stared at him from across the car, marveling at the look of joy on his face. He was glowing under the fluorescent lights of the gas station, and you couldn’t stop yourself from beaming. Unaware of your eyes on him, he unlocked the car and climbed into the driver’s seat. You followed, shutting the passenger door. His face was partially obscured by the shadow of the car roof, and his lips were emotionless as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, light moving from his lips to his eyes and back again. He paused, eyes meeting yours.
“What?” he questioned, a small smile growing on his face.
“Nothing,” you said, smiling back. His eyes were on the road, and you reached out, pulling his hat to the side. He scoffed, still smiling, and batted your hand away.
The highway was virtually empty, save for the occasional car coming in the opposite direction. The two of you sat in silence, music playing faintly on the radio. You reclined your seat and stared up through the sunroof up at the starry sky. Occasionally, you would shift your gaze to Ryan, who was watching the road in front of him. You touched your fingertips to his arm, and he took a hand off of the wheel, intertwining his fingers with yours. Shutting your eyes, you focused in on the feeling of his thumb lazily stroking the length of your finger.
“You tired?” you asked. “It’s really late.”
“Yeah, I was waiting for a place to pull off to sleep.”
“I can drive if you want.”
“Nah, it’s fine. You’re exhausted, too. I can tell.” You smiled in response.
“There’s a Walmart coming up,” Ryan continued. “We could set up camp in the parking lot.”
“Isn’t that illegal?” you asked, cracking an eye open to see his reaction. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Never really stopped us before.”
The lot was vacant when you arrived. Ryan parked the car and sighed, relieved to finally be off of the highway. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you, eyes shining bright. Smiling, he leaned down to kiss you—a long kiss, one that left you lightheaded. He pulled away, and you breathed deeply, savoring the feeling that it left on your lips. You sat up and pulled him into another chaste kiss, heart racing.
“Pretty boy,” you whispered, forehead pressed to his. You brought your hand up to his head, running your fingers through his hair slowly. He chuckled, covering your hand with his.
“You should get some sleep,” he said, pressing another kiss to your lips. You pulled away from him, grabbing his hand in yours and giving it a squeeze.
“Ever car camp before?” you asked, reaching into the back to grab a blanket. You handed it to him and reached for another.
“No, actually. First time.”
“Sleeping in your car. You know, it’s probably one of those things that seems really appealing—” you began.
“But actually sucks ass?” he asked, smiling.
“Exactly.”
Reclining your seat, you pulled the blankets over you. Ryan reached out, searching for your hand again. You found him in the dark, the warmness of his touch radiating from his fingers. Within minutes, you heard Ryan’s breathing slow and felt his grip on your hand loosen. In that moment, time seemed to slow to a stop and suddenly, the world was no larger than the inside of the Fiat; all of the stars and planets and galaxies living in the sky above you ceased to exist, and you and Ryan were all that was left. You looked at Ryan’s sleeping figure and imagined waking up to an empty Earth. No cars would greet you on the highway, and stores and gas stations would be abandoned. You would spend the rest of your life only seeing Ryan; unable to meet new people and forced to forget those who were familiar, you would walk the earth, fingers intertwined with his, until the stars extinguish themselves and the two of you become nothing more than a single mass within the darkness, finally united with the rest of the universe. You drifted off, mind fixed on the image of Ryan fading into time.
You were the first to wake up, and you felt awful, frankly. Your entire body was sore, and everything in the car was slightly damp. Ryan stirred seconds later, groaning.
“I feel like shit,” he said, sitting up slowly and rubbing his eyes. He paused, stretching. “And people have sex in cars?”
What the Heart Wants: A Dan Avidan fanfic. Part Three
It’s nsfw towards the end just fyi. There is one more part after this. This was originally supposed be longer but I split it up.
Part one here
Dan knew exactly how his ideal morning after would start. In fact, he actually knew exactly how his perfect day with you would go. He’d wake up long before you, the sunlight streaming in through your blinds and soft lilac curtains. He’d smile at the sight of you his heart so filled to the brim with adoration.
Danny had always known that he wanted to be a Rockstar. Even from an early age Dan had known just what path his life was going to take.
From the second Dan had his first taste of music he had known without a single doubt that he wanted music to be in his life forever.
He’d been just a small child then; sitting up in front of a radio with an old pair of massive headphones over his tiny ears, just allowing the music to take him away.
Hey uh can you write a HC of the boys with a significant other that is on the more "curvy" side of a body shape and how they react to them when they're beating themselves up for being a bit on they "chubby" side? (I love your writing btw I legit found your blog and I'm in love!!)
yEs!! and thank you so much!! 🥰🥰
matt:
you’d say something about your weight or how your body looks
and matt is in utter shock
“what?! why would you say that omg no you’re beautiful sTop.”
like!! this boy would legit get so hurt because you should never be putting yourself down like that
lots of reassuring hugs and compliments!! he compliments you enough already but he goes extra hard when you’re sayin this stuff
he lets you know he loves you so much. it doesn’t matter what you look like, as long as you’re still capable of kissing him by the end of the day, you are GOOD.
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ryan:
ryan would sorta be the same!!
as a certified Thiccie™️ himself, he knows how to deal with this
he beats himself up all the time, but when it comes to you? no. absolutley not. he will not tolerate this
again, hugs! lots of smooches. “you’re beautiful. please never think otherwise.”
“if you wanna lose weight, go for it! if you just wanna learn how to properly love yourself without changing anything, go for it!”
“no matter what, you’re always gonna be my beautiful angel.”
i also feel like he’d try to make the situation lighter, trying to throw in a joke here and there (not about you, because that would be rude, but something relevant that isn’t making fun of anything! a nice and wholesome joke, if you will.)
at the end of the day, both of these boys will love you for no matter how you look. if anything, its more fun to cuddle with, too.
It’s okay to have a crush on Dan Avidan. It’s okay to dream of a future where you’re with him. It’s okay to feel disappointed when he announces his relationship. It is not okay to harass his girlfriend. It is not okay to go off about how you wanted to be the one with him. You have to recognize that your dream of being with Dan is just that; a dream.
