ꫂ᭪݁ park sunghoon x f rea! , cursing , suggestive text, suggestive photos, down bad hoon, reader trying hard to get but fails :) , confessions!
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ꫂ᭪݁ park sunghoon x f rea! , toxic , angst , suggestive , hoon is an asshole , reader is a softie , cursing , sugg photos , name calling , mention of jay & sooha , jealousy , s3xting! .
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when hawkins split in four, steve's parents were at their beach house in florida.
which meant that they stayed at their beach house in florida.
the military came in and set up check points ensuring no one could go in or out of hawkins, leaving the harringtons stranded across the country. well, not stranded, per se, but out of their usual home. you know, the one with their kid in it. the one that still needed the mortgage paid and the lawn clipped and the water heater fixed.
mr. harrington had been all too calm when he called steve a few days after, explaining where his checkbook was and how to send in mortgage and utility payments and which plumber was supposed to come over and fix the water heater that weekend. "guess you get the house all to yourself, son. can't say we're not glad to stay in florida, though. especially with all that craziness back home."
sat on the couch and entirely able to hear him through the bright blue homephone, you frowned.
you were glad they were still in florida too.
"i'll help you," you offered immediately, giving him a comforting smile as he collapsed next to you with a deep sigh. you ran a hand up his arm. "it'll be good, maybe. a learning opportunity for sure."
"i don't want a learning opportunity," he answered, head falling back against the cushion. "i'd rather just get an apartment of my own than be stuck with this place."
you raised a brow. "why? this is way bigger and you don't have to pay for it."
"you're right, it's bigger," he said, sighing again as he ran a hand through his hair. "i don't want bigger. it's just me." he glanced at the hallway of doors that led to empty bedrooms, lips dipping into a frown. "more space just makes me feel more alone."
and it was that statement that led to today.
almost two months later, after finally convincing your parents that you were old enough to move out and that steve was the proper choice to move in with, you'd packed and made quick work to move in with him.
you had your entire life in boxes, shoved into steve's beamer and your galaxie as you convinced the kids to help you guys pull them out and take them inside.
well, you convinced them to help steve do all of that. you were just standing at the doorway giving instructions.
"that one goes upstairs," you said, pointing at the box in mike's arms.
he quirked a brow, wondering, "steve's room?"
you shrugged. "yeah. perfect."
that had him smirking like he'd just won some imaginary game you didn't realize you'd been playing. "you guys are sharing a room?"
"mike, why would i move in with him if we weren't planning on sharing a room?" you asked, hand on your hip as you tilted your head. he was constantly trying to call you out about something, especially after him and el got backlash for their relationship, and you weren't one to take the teases.
"dunno," he said, shrugging. "just think that there's... a lot that can go wrong when two young people such as yourselves share a room."
you just stared at him for a few seconds, wondering if your mother had possessed her or if he was coming up with all of that on his own.
after another moment, you waved him off, rolling your eyes. "just take it upstairs, mike."
he shrugged, grin returning as he turned to jog upstairs with the box of clothes in hand.
it didn't take too long to get all your stuff moved in, the kids all too eager to test out steve's basement as a new ground zero for dnd games since the byers had inhabited the wheelers' basement. mike grabbed el's hand to drag her down with him, dustin, will, and lucas ahead of them all when you shouted after the wheeler boy.
"be careful! a lot can go wrong with two young people alone in a basement!"
mike turned sharply with a fixed glare as el just raised her brows, slightly confused at your words, but still amused at her boyfriend's reaction. you waved, smiling too widely, and he just rolled his eyes, heading down again.
when they were all downstairs, you turned and made your way into the kitchen where steve was moving a few things around in the cupboards to make room for your odds and ends dishes - painted mugs and thrifted plates, that sort of thing.
you leaned against the island counter, watching him move about the space. "it's all in. i've unpacked most of my item-type things, but my clothes are still in boxes."
"oh, i cleared out some stuff for you," he said, shooting you a small smile. "the right drawers of the dresser are all yours, same with the right side of the closet."
his words had your heart thumping harshly, chest warm and excited. a wide smile stretched across your lips and you walked up to him as he turned back to the box on the floor, catching him before he could grab another dish and pulling him into a hug. he was all too willing to reciprocate, arms settling around your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"thank you," you murmured quietly.
"thank you for moving in with me," he answered just as quietly, his smile remaining. when he released you, he took your hand instead, pulling you with him as he moved to the fridge. "here, are you hungry?"
and then he pulled the doors open, revealing... nothing but a bottle of ketchup, a singular tv dinner, and a jar of pickles that was mostly gone.
you let out a laugh. "i think we need groceries, babe."
he sighed, nodding. "yes we do."
footsteps echoed through the main floor, quick and bouncy before dustin popped into the kitchen, searching the pantry like he was the one who'd just moved in and frowning deeply when he found nothing of interest. he'd been in a mood ever since the fight against vecna, not half as endearing as he used to be, and much more bossy. you understood why he was upset, but the rudeness was a bit much.
like now.
"you have no food," he said dryly.
steve looked to you instead, brows knitted frustratedly as you sighed. he turned back to dustin, entirely unimpressed. "you didn't bring any either," he pointed out.
"it's your house," dustin deadpanned with a frown.
"you're the one that's hungry," steve answered.
dustin opened his mouth, brows knitted as he moved to respond, but you cut him off with a raise of your hand and a sigh.
"we were just about to go to the store," you said. "anything in particular you want?"
steve muttered something about how he doesn't get a choice, but dustin just told you, "roll-ups," and turned right back around.
it was only after he was back downstairs that you complained to steve, "that's like, the most expensive fruit snack in the store."
steve insisted on carrying the basket as you walked through melvald’s, starting in the snack section and grabbing some things that you both liked, as well as some things for the kids.
steve reached for the off-brand fruit snacks, but you smacked his hand. he turned with knitted brows, pulling his hand back quickly.
“just get the roll-ups,” you told him, shaking your head. “you know he’ll fight you on it if not.”
“he gets what he gets, i’m not paying $6 for a box of flat fruit nonsense,” he answered with a frown.
you sighed, stepping past him to grab the roll-ups and tossed them into the basket. “then i’ll pay for them. i’m not dealing with an angry dustin today, i want today to be good.”
“today will be good without fruit roll-ups.”
“they’re already causing problems, steve.”
“he doesn’t need-“
“i’m getting them,” you said, walking down the aisle still.
he rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair before following you to grab a can of cheese balls for mike.
after grabbing some popcorn and hot chocolate mix for the two of you, you made your way to the real food section. you stared at the selection of different meats, knitting your brows a bit. “what do we want for dinner?”
he hummed, coming up behind you and dropping his chin on your shoulder as he scanned the section, his one hand curling around your middle naturally. “i don’t know. what do you want?”
“food,” you mumbled as you leaned back into his casual hold. “spaghetti is easy. wanna do that?”
“yeah, that sounds good,” he answered, reaching past you to grab a thing of ground beef. “let’s go find pasta and sauce.”
you continued to wander the store for a while until you finally felt you would be stocked up enough for the week alone. then, you went up to the register and started stacking things onto the conveyor belt, smiling at the cashier.
spotting the fruit roll-ups, you stepped behind steve and grabbed a divider, dropping the box of treats behind it.
he turned with a raised brow. “what are you doing?”
“i said i’d pay for them,” you answered. “and, actually-“
you started grabbing other items and setting them on your side, trying to adequately cut the cost in half before steve grabbed your hand and began returning them to his side.
“no,” he said. for a moment, he stalled, suddenly realizing that all he had to do was move the divider, so that’s what he did. “i’ve got it, babe. you’re not paying for anything.”
you sighed. “steve-“
“i don’t wanna hear it,” he answered, waving you away as the cashier smiled knowingly to herself, swiping the items across the scanner. “i’m paying. you’ve already agreed to move in with me, the least i can do is pay.”
“but, both of us are going to be eating,” you said, shaking your head.
“but, you’re probably the one who’s gonna be cooking since the last time i tried to cook for you i burnt practically everything,” he said pointedly.
“not the potatoes,” you reminded with a short laugh.
he chuckled, arm winding around your middle to tug you into his side. “no, i didn’t burn the potatoes.” he pressed a kiss to your temple as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket. “i got it, babe. don’t worry about it.”
you couldn’t help the slightly embarrassed smile as you looked up and met the cashier’s eyes, but the older woman just smiled back at you. just let him, she mouthed, still scanning as steve struggled to open his wallet one-handed.
you looked up at steve, smiling small and squeezing his side. “well, thank you.”
he looked at you like you were weird for thanking him. “of course. no problem at all.”
when you got back to the house, steve insisted on trying to carry all the bags in by himself, and so you just laughed and watched him do exactly that.
the basement was loud with shouts from the boys, lucas going off about fireballs and mike yelling at him to quiet down and let el make a decision. you shut and locked the door behind you, glancing from the stairs to where steve was already putting the food away, and just smiled.
this big house wasn’t empty anymore, and it was starting to make it feel a little more like a home.
as you walked to the kitchen, you heard footsteps echo up the stairs, and soon enough dustin was standing back in front of you expectantly.
you shot steve a look, the man sighing dramatically and reaching into one of the bags on the island. he pulled out the box of fruit roll-ups and chucked it at the teenager.
“here,” he said. “your damn roll-ups.”
dustin shot him a short, toothy smile and turned right back around. “thank you!”
“are you guys staying for dinner?” you asked before he could slip out completely.
he shook his head, not turning. “nah. moms need us back.”
you frowned slightly. “i’m happy to let them know-“
steve clamped a hand over your mouth just as dustin stopped at the top of the stairs, looking to you both with raised brows. he breathed out a laugh, shaking his head. “-that you’ll be home soon,” he finished for you. “go on, have fun.”
dustin stared for another few moments before shaking his head and going back down the stairs.
you turned to steve with a laugh, hands coming to grip his biceps gently. “you don’t want them staying?”
“yeah,” he hummed quietly, pulling you a bit closer by your waist. “sue me, but i want to spend our first night moved in together alone. they get enough time with us as is.”
“i love them,” you said as a pseudo-defense, smiling up at him.
“but, you love me more, right?” he murmured as he dipped down to kiss you gently, squeezing your waist as his lips moved soft against yours.
when he pulled back, he earned a nod. you smiled. “yeah, you could say i do.”
the kids left with loud goodbyes and waves, el being the only one to bother entering the kitchen where you and steve were cooking dinner and give you a hug.
“see you tomorrow?” she asked, raising her brows at you.
you smiled and squeezed her shoulders, nodding. “sure. maybe i’ll swing by your superhero training.”
she laughed and nodded. “okay. i’m getting better. i hit thirteen minutes last week.”
“that’s awesome,” you said happily. “i’m excited to see it.”
she smiled a bit wider, nodding again and letting you go as she stepped back. when she glanced to steve for a goodbye, she knitted her brows. “i think your bread is cooking.”
steve, who had been watching your little interaction with a wide smile and crossed arms, instantly spun around and crouched in front of the oven, eyes wide. “what? no…”
you chuckled, shaking your head. “alright, we’ll see you later, el.”
she smiled and waved before crossing to the door where mike was waiting for her. and then when the door shut tight, you had the house all to yourselves again.
you turned to steve as he pulled out the pan of garlic bread and dropped it onto a hot pad on the counter, scowling at the blackened pieces. you came up behind him, inspecting them with a shrug. there were two that were mostly golden brown, with only their corners burnt. “i think these are salvageable.”
“i told you i’d burn ‘em,” steve sighed dramatically.
“i should’ve just had you make the salad,” you laughed, shaking your head before rising on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “it’s fine, stevie. come on, let’s eat.”
he grabbed some plates down and you grabbed the forks, opting to not put the food on the table and just grab it from the counter instead. steve passed you your favorite salad dressing when you piled some lettuce on your plate, and you passed him the parmesan cheese that he dumped onto his spaghetti before you finally walked to the table.
you both stopped when you got there, staring at the massive oak piece that had too many chairs and not enough use. out of the corner of your eye, you caught steve glancing to you, and so you made a decision.
you set your plate down at the place to the right of the head seat and instantly he was following. holding his plate in one hand, he pulled your chair out for you and gave you a small smile when you said, "well, thank you."
then, he took his seat at the head of the table.
and immediately stood up.
"nope, i don't like it," he said, shaking his head.
"wait, wait, wait," you said, holding a hand out as he froze. "think about it. who else is going to sit there?"
"no one, it's just us," he deadpanned.
"but, what about when the kids come over and actually stay for dinner?" you asked with a small smile. "you don't want mike or dustin sitting there, do you?"
he considered your words for a moment before letting out a dramatically deep sigh, sitting down once more. "not really."
"exactly," you answered, smiling as you grabbed your fork and began swirling the noodles around it.
as soon as he saw you start eating, steve jumped right into it, hounding down half his plate in half a minute. when you glanced over at him with a giggle, he shot you a smile, sauce coloring the corners of his mouth.
"thank you," he told you, accepting a napkin as you offered it. "it's really good."
"of course," you said. "i'm glad you like it. it really isn't a hard meal. thank you for paying for it."
"of course," he said, a teasing smile on his lips. "it really wasn't hard to do."
you laughed, shaking your head as he just watched you with a small smile before digging back into the meal.
dinner was well-appreciated, and you winded down with a movie on the couch before finally heading upstairs to get ready for bed.
you changed while steve brushed his teeth and vice versa. you stood at the sink after washing your face, drying it before reaching for your toothbrush.
and you froze at the sight of it in the slot next to steve's.
you hadn't shared a bathroom with anyone in a very long time, and you had gotten used to having your own spaces in basically every way possible. but now, you were putting your stuff in steve's space in every way possible, and he seemed perfectly okay with it. excited even.
you were excited to put your toothbrush back in that spot, smiling dumbly at the sight of the two brushes next to each other.
"you good?" steve asked as you walked back out, changed into his sweats and looking way too good in them for your liking.
you smiled, nodding and accepting his kiss when he offered it. "i'm great," you answered, reaching up to cup his cheek as you kissed him gently again.
he smiled, pecking your lips twice more before murmuring, "great."
after pulling away from you, he hopped into his very comfortable-looking bed, sliding beneath the covers and adjusting the pillow behind him.
it was then that it struck you that you’d never shared a bed with steve before.
your parents were vehemently against sleepovers, and you weren’t one to sneak around as a teenager. and even when you had movie nights and wound up passed out in the wheelers’ basement, it had only ever been on their not-so-comfortable couch with dustin on the other end, forcing your legs up.
steve noticed your hesitation, brows knitting as he sat up a bit worriedly and began shifting over.
“i can move more if you’d like,” he said. “or do you want this side? i can grab more blankets, or, i know you like a lot of pillows-“
you cut him off by flopping onto the bed, slipping under the covers and turning to him with a gentle smile. “i’m good.”
he knitted his brows even as you both laid down, watching you still. “are you sure?”
“very,” you answered, wrapping an arm around his middle as you rested your head on his chest. “you’re the perfect pillow and blanket, and your space is my space, so as long as you can deal with me being a clingy sleeper, we’re all good to go.”
a slow smile stretched over his lips and he quickly tugged you closer, hand running over your back comfortably. “i think i can handle that,” he murmured as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
laying there in the same bed he’d had since he was twelve years old, in the same house he’d been born in, he’d never felt more content. he’d had a warm meal, half a dozen heathens in his basement for the better part of the day, and now you were here sprawled on top of him like it was normal. because it was normal, or, at least, it was your new normal.
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