It’s 3am when you come home with your new baby girl, so unbelievably tiny pressed to your chest, car seat and gifts given by your parents held by your husband who holds the doors open for you quietly.
18 hours of labour, pushing, bleeding and recovering, and you’re home just like that. Only 8 hours of hospital rest, and suddenly you have a baby living in your house. Nine months were never enough to prepare you for this, even if the room was painted, the monitor set up, her clothes drawers full, diaper dispenser packing.
The house was dark and quiet, tiny little new born sound asleep on your shoulder, legs tucked upward as you held her by her little butt, other hand holding her hatted head to you.
“Alright, mommy, let’s get her in her crib,” Steve whispered, putting down the car seat you opted out of taking her home in, unable to pull her away from your chest.
Her crib was low, the same level as your bed, and right next to it too. Her bedroom probably wouldn’t be used for a while.
“We should sleep while she’s still sleeping.”
You nodded, lowering the baby into her crib, careful not to stir her too much.
She’s almost too tiny to be real, soft dark hair half fluffing and half sticking to her head under her hat, shielding her for the November chill.
“So, she’s a real life baby,” you spoke quietly, the only thought you were able to form yet. A real human you’re now responsible for, right here in front of you.
Your husband let out a small huff of a chuckle, looking right down at your baby from beside you.
“Yeah. A real life baby,” he repeated, his hand rubbing your lower back through your button up PJ shirt you’d worn in the hospital, skin still hot and tacky underneath. “You did so well, mommy.”
He kissed your cheek with a long and quiet smooch, moving to stroke your hair. The only thing that beat the feeling of being a father was his wife being a mother…
“Thank you…”
No, you’re not looking forward to changing your own pads between diapers. Yes, you’re well aware that you’ll be feeding her every couple of hours, changing her and only sleeping in between. But God, were you already head over heels for the new light in your home, your small baby girl that had Steve’s heart lips, and clearly his eyebrows.
“No. Thank you… this is all I’ve ever wanted.”
A/N: Ah! I’ve just been thinking about domestic!Steve and had to jot something really short down.
Also I’m trying to write more but i just find it really hard to write what’s going on in my head. I usually love writing but it’s not happening right now for some reason, but we’ll see!
—You think it’s going to be the same annual check up for your daughter, Piper. The same blunt doctor that scares her every time. Luckily, the new paediatrician Doctor Harrington has taken his place.
part II
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“Baby, please, work with mommy here,” you plead, as you attempt to take off Piper’s seatbelt. She’s an expert at making a fuss, maybe she got that from you now you think about it. Piper has managed to mess up her plaits already, making angry noises as she shakes her head and kicks her little legs. “The nurses always give you stickers. You like stickers,”
Your bartering doesn’t change the fixed frown on the three year old’s face.
“Scary,” Piper lets out, cheeks red as she stays put. This was the same tantrum every annual check up. Screaming bloody murder even before entering the hospital, and maximising the volume as you approached Doctor Yates’ office. Yates was, a scary man, to her credit. His office was dark, bleak, matching his demeanour. You get it, being a paediatrician just be difficult, but to warrant being generally nasty to his patients you didn’t understand.
“I know he’s scary,” you placate, “Mommy finds him real scary too,” as you speak, you rub her arms through her cardigan. “If you come with mommy, I’ll get you some Reece’s okay?”
Reece’s Peanut Butter cups were her favourite, again something she got from you having ate a lot during your pregnancy. Piper seems to quieten hearing ‘Reece’s’ and blinks up at you.
“Promise,” you nod, pushing the hazel hair that had trapped over her nose to behind her ear. Piper mulls it over, before holding her arms around expectantly. You sigh out smiling, unplugging her seatbelt she had finally let go of and picking her up. She was getting older, and the feeling of you not being able to pick up your baby anymore made your stomach curl. Hazel nuzzles into your shoulder as you lock the car, and make your way into the hospital.
The paediatric ward knew you at this point, the nurses at reception checking you in immediately and nodding to the waiting area. Piper was already getting restless, her small Mary Janes digging into your thigh as you sit. Piper knew what was coming. Face to face with Doctor Yates, her nightmare. You focus her attention on your nail varnish, a colourful green you opted for. She was entertained enough, playing with your fingers. You loved her so much.
You barely hear the nurse before looking up, seeing her coo down at Piper. You smile like you always do, happy to see Piper interacting with the kind nurse you always saw here.
“Follow me,” the nurse, Linda nods smiling and you stand, adjusting Piper and following her down the hall. Linda pauses before stopping outside a door, notably not Doctor Yates’. “Unfortunately, Doctor Yates retired after his many years,” Linda throws you a small smile, “Head paediatrician has been handed over to Doctor Harrington, he’s just inside,”
Linda nods to the door labelled ‘Dr. Harrington’ adorned with stickers. It makes you smile as you adjust Piper again, walking in as the door is opened for you by Linda. Linda pokes Piper’s nose before she leaves, and you turn to face the desk seeing Piper’s new doctor.
Much younger than Yates, close to your age by the looks of it. Golden skin paired with deep brown eyes under his glasses, and gloriously placed hair that hit the sun perfectly. He looks up from his notes, and smiles widely.
“Hi!” He speaks warmly, standing up and gesturing to the exam chair next to his desk. “It’s lovely to meet you, I just started here, so forgive me if I’m a bit all over the place.”
You can really form a sentence, wordlessly nodding and sitting on the chair with Piper in your lap. She’s positively beaming up at him, blinking.
“Hello little miss… Piper,” it’s clearly memorised from her notes he took care to read before. “I don’t like Doctor Harrington, so call me Steve.”
Piper giggles, loud and repeats it.
“Steeb,” Piper claps, and Steve gives her a smile like she’s just hung the moon. Steve sits on his wheely chair and slides over, abandoning the desk. He smells great, your brain thinks before you curse it.
“Close enough,” Steve shrugs and puts on his blue examination gloves, tying them together on his lap. “This is mom, yeah?”
“Yeah, yes,” you splutter, nodding and he looks over Piper once before speaking again.
“Before I start, any concerns you have? Anything different about her you’ve seen?” Steve asks as he reaches for his stethoscope around his neck.
“Nothing”, you shrug, watching him put the buds in his ears and prepare. He nods, and gives Piper a smile.
“I’m gonna put this on now, it’s pretty cold but I’ve heard it’s ticklish,” Steve is talking to Piper almost diplomatically, “Copy me,”
Steve somehow has her under a trance, because she doesn’t push into you like she did with Yates, rejecting the stethoscope, she leans into it. As Steve places it on the top of her back, he animatedly breathes in and out along with her.
“Sounds all good to me,” Steve nods as he releases the stethoscope, putting it back around his neck. As he gets out the temperature reader, he shakes out. “Okay Piper, big task for me, stick your tongue out— all silly— perfect,”
You fondly smile down at your daughter, who was making a cute noise while she stuck her tongue out. Steve uses it to his advantage, holding the reader under her tongue for a few seconds before reading it.
“You said you just started here?” You attempt to start a conversation, and he nods, writing her temperature on her notes.
“I did,” he smiles, “I used to live here in Hawkins as a kid, so I jumped at the opportunity to come back and work here.”
Huh. You hadn’t seen him around before, but then again you moved here when Piper was born.
“You wanted to come back?”
Steve shrugs, “Yeah, I went to Seattle for med school, loved it, but I did miss the small town of it all,” Steve speaks while he gets out a device to check Piper’s ears, and concentrates on making faces at her while he does. He does the other ear, writes the note down and gestures to the wall. “Okay, time to measure how tall you’ve gotten.”
You help Piper down, and she insists on grabbing his hand instead of yours, following him to the height and weight stand. Steve entertains it all, being terrifically gentle with her as he measures her height. Not only was her new doctor blindingly handsome, he was also disgustingly charming.
You don’t even notice you’re staring as Piper tugs your leg. You distract yourself by picking her up again, and Steve smiles before writing down the measurements. He sits back down on the stool on wheels, crossing his arms.
“She’s growing healthily, no concerns as far as I can tell, how is she with talking?” Steve asks and detaches the small toy on his stethoscope to give to Piper.
“Doctor Yates always said she was behind on communication,” you speak sheepish, stroking over her mousy hair, “But she can say a whole lot. Repeats things I say too,” you find yourself defending your baby, who was a little behind from the other moms at the single mom group you had joined at the church. Steve’s expression doesn’t change, maybe only grows sweeter. His eyes are a deep hazel you notice, the morning sun doing wonders for them.
“She’s a lovely girl, don’t worry about how ‘behind’ she is,” Steve advises, sitting back, “It’s not a linear process.”
He’s so, so kind, and you remind yourself to get a reality check. No way he’d go for someone like you, he’s just doing his job.
“And dressed so well, by the way,” Steve comments, tapping one of her little Mary janes. “Mommy has good taste, doesn’t she?”
You flush as Piper seems to agree, hugging into you and giggling at Steve’s tap on her shoe. That wasn’t flirting, was it? Steve’s eyes linger on you before he moves to his desk and writes down a few more things. You take the time to look around. His exam office is bright, paintings of animals on the walls with a stuffed animal pile on a couch, even some story books in the corner.
“Okay,” Steve claps, “Piper’s vitals all look great, no signs of any infections,” you visibly relax, holding Piper a bit closer as she reaches out for Steve again. He smiles and picks up a box on his desk. “For you, brave girl, whatever sticker your heart desires,”
Piper is considering this with great intent, her eyebrows concentrating like yours do when you’re budgeting for the week. She grabs a turtle sticker.
“Excellent choice,” Steve comments and holds the box out to you then, blinking you out of your trance, “Does mom want a sticker?”
Something as simple as your kid’s hot doctor offering you a sticker is making you flush, and you curse the gods for giving you sensitive cheeks. Piper is looking up at you, expectantly and it makes you melt.
“Thanks,” you manage and pull out a puppy sticker, why not? Steve’s smile softens as he puts the box back and takes off his gloves, binning them quickly. “C’mon Piper, let’s go,” you coo and she shakes her head, persisting and putting a heartbreaking frown on her face. “I thought you hated hospitals lovely,” you ask her, and she lets out an unhappy sound.
Steve was watching the whole thing, unable not to.
“I’m sorry, we’ll get out of your hair,” you wave off, but Steve stops you to say, “It’s alright, last appointment of the day.”
You manage to get Piper on your hip, but she wriggles with her hands out to him.
“Steeby,” Piper speaks, and thankfully Steve isn’t bothered, stepping closer and crouching.
“Oh, steeby? That’s my name now?” He muses, taking the sticker and pulling the end off, looking up at you as if to ask, is this okay? You nod, and he smiles gently sticking the turtle onto her cardigan. Piper preens and smiles, her little teeth showing and all.
“Say bye bye,” you kiss her hair, and look up at Steve, who looks conflicted for a moment before taking a deep breath.
“Uh— are you free Friday night?” His question makes you flush, and he carries on, “The ward is hosting a party, if you can call it that. Run by the charity that funds it. I’d be great for you both to come, I mean, if you want to.” Steve is rambling now, pushing his glasses up, a difference to his confident Doctor mode he had minutes ago.
“I’m free,” you breathe out, smiling small and adjusting Piper on your hip, god she was getting big now. “Yeah, that’d be nice,”
Steve looks like he’s just recovered from destabilising a bomb, and sighs out smiling.
“Okay, cool, cool,” he nods, a hand through his golden brown hair, that flops over anyway, “Starts at 5, but feel free to pop in whenever— whichever time you wish.”
“5,” you confirm, before watching Piper snuggle into your shoulder. “See you Friday,”
The ride home, you can’t stop thinking about the doctor. His charming smile, the moles that sit close on his cheek, his gentleness towards Piper. Safe to say it had been a while, Piper’s father was the last, and that had been even before she was born. He abandoned you pretty quick, swapping his life for a big house and tech company in LA. Shiny new girlfriend at that. Was Steve flirting? You couldn’t tell anymore, or really believe any guy would choose to flirt with you. You squeeze the steering wheel, letting the voice of Stevie Nicks calm you down, now thinking. You have nothing to wear to this party.
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You feel stupid. Going to goodwill just to buy a new floral dress for the occasion, with buttons shaping your chest and the hem stopping mid thigh. You haven’t worn something like this since before you were pregnant, and you keep pushing the hem down as you walk up to the hospital following the signs for the fundraiser, Piper adorn in a new dress for herself (she was clinging onto one at the thrift store you couldn’t resist). As you turn the corner into the reception, you see it’s been decked out with tables set with party food, balloons, kids and parents dotted around talking. You stand awkward for a bit, attempting to push down your hair the wind made quick work of. Before you can push your dress down again, there’s a warm hand on your arm. Looking up, you’re happy to see Steve dressed in a casual Boston t shirt and jeans, and was his cologne more noticeable?
“Hey!” He greets, smile reaching his cheeks. Piper brightens up at him, holding her little arms out. “Hey to you, too,” Steve pokes her belly and she giggles, “How are you both?”
“Good,” you supply, adjusting her again, and Piper is dead set on wanting to be in Steve’s arms instead. “I’m sorry,”
“No, no, it’s okay,” Steve waves off, and steps closer, wriggling his fingers in front of her, “If it’s okay with you?”
Albeit flustered, you nod, and hand her over gently. Steve handles her with upmost care, swaying her. He looks like it’s light work, like Piper weighs nothing.
“Are you guys hungry? We have a few bits over here—,” Steve gestures to the table as he guides you to it, “Does Piper like brownies?”
“Oh, she likes anything sweet,” you shrug and watches as he picks up a small brownie, putting it in her hand. “A doctor giving a brownie to a kid?”
Steve laughs, and wipes her cheek as Piper devours the brownie. She got her appetite from you as well.
“As a doctor, I like to prescribe a treat every so often, what life’s all about.” Steve explains as he watches Piper chew happily, before patting her back. “Are you hungry?”
The food looked good. Obviously home baked by the staff.
“No— no I’m okay. Best save it for the kids,” I wave off, and Steve seems suspicious but doesn’t question it. He then looks up to the door, seeing people he recognises. “If you need to go, that’s fine—,”
“Come on Piper, let’s go meet my friends huh?” Steve coos and sends you a cock of his head to his friends, making you blink but follow him regardless. Steve waits for you to catch up, a hand drifting to meet your waist for a moment.
It was friendly, totally you repeat to yourself as you follow face probably as red as a tomato.
Steve’s work friends are an interesting bunch.
Steve greets them all animatedly, and Piper brightens up at the new faces.
“Steve won’t shut up about you!” The excited sandy blonde blurts as you approach, and you blink, taking in her buzzy attitude. She’s got an infectious smile, freckles lighting up her cheek. Steve sends her a sheepish glare, swaying Piper.
Next to her, the doe eyed metal head wipes his mouth from devouring a slice of pizza and smiles easily over at you.
“I can vouch for that,” he supplies, finding Steve’s expression absolutely hilarious. Steve huffs and sends you an apologetic smile. “Hi little lady,” the man hums as he waves to Piper, “Steve won’t shut up about you either,”
Piper is always a delight around people, and it always makes your heart warm up. She giggles and holds her hand out to touch his dark curls, Steve all the while holding her out securely. It’s all very domestic, and watching Steve handle her with so much care sends your stomach flying.
“This is Robin and Eddie,” Steve fills in your confusion, as he detaches her from making a knot into Eddie’s hair.
“Hi,” you manage, smiling politely.
Eddie make a knowing face at Steve, and he just sends him a small smile back. You hope it’s a good knowing look.
“Y’know— I think me and Robin wanna show the little lady the playing blocks,” Eddie announces, and Robin looks confused for a moment. Eddie widens his eyes at her, not discreet at all. You slip out a giggle as Robin gasps.
“Oh! Yes, we do,” Robin nods vigorously, “We are so excited to show Piper the blocks, and we must go now—,”
“— oh, guys,” Steve sighs out, rubbing his forehead, and Piper holds her hands out to climb onto Eddie’s hip. Eddie bounces her and she lets out one of her loud giggles, which assures you she’s in safe hands.
“Steve should show you the hospital garden,” Robin says loudly, managing a wink at Steve that isn’t conspicuous in any way, and you flush, smiling up at Steve, who is looking at Robin exasperated. “Goodbye,”
They both hurriedly rush off, leaving you and Steve standing together. Steve visibly swallows and nods.
“Uh— would you come? To the gardens with me, I mean,” he clears his throat, cheeks a lovely shade of pink you haven’t seen on him yet.
“I’d love to,” you reply and he nods, sighing out with relief before directing you to the door, out to the hospital reception.
The hospital garden is freshly green from the rainy winter, and now shining in the sunlight. Steve gestures to a bench, right near a rose bush covered in an awning. Steve’s knee bounces for a moment before opening his mouth, then closing it again. Having a child, you can ready nerve pretty well, so you start.
“Piper is quite fond of you,” you begin, smiling up at him, catching the two moles that dot his cheek. “Kept babbling about Steeby this, Steeby that on the way home,”
A soft, sweet smile spreads over his face, and he tilts his head.
“And her mom?”
“Her mom?” You blink, playing with your rings before looking up at his unwavering, honeyed expression.
“Is her mom fond of me too?”
You take a second, before letting yourself smile, blush wholly.
“Her mom… do you want her to be?” You ask, bravery making its way through your anxieties that he’ll just reject you, let you off easily and kindly. Steve’s smile somehow gets warmer.
“I may be a doctor, but I’m not incredibly smooth,” Steve explains slowly, “I would love for Piper’s mom to be fond of me,” he carries on, eyes tracing over your face, “and come to dinner with me Friday?”
Your heart flutters in your chest, cheeks pink, looking down and lifting your finger to run over his hand. It’s quiet in the garden, only the sound of birds filter over as Steve connects your hands together over his knee.
You breathe out, looking up and smiling.
“I think she’d say yes,” you speak, and he sighs out.
“Thank god,” Steve mumbles, sitting closer and reaching in his pocket to pick out a small brownie wrapped in tissue. “Dunno what I would have done with this brownie in my pocket—,”
He got you a brownie. Knowing you’d wanted one, seeing your eyes glaze over the snacks but saying no. You’ve not been that daring in your 24 years of life, but you decide to lean up and kiss him, hand on his cheek. Steve’s eyes widen before reciprocating, his arm wrapping around your shoulders near the bench, pushing you into him. Your legs knock together, it’s all a bit awkward and crowded, but the way his lips weave against yours, you can’t bring yourself to care. Steve presses some kisses against the side of your mouth, before pulling away, eyes all goey and relaxed.
“Gonna need a minute,” Steve weakly speaks, and you laugh, forehead resting on his shoulder.
“Was it true?”
“Hm?” Steve mumbles as he rubs your other arm, your head comfortably on his shoulder.
“What Robin said,” you speak soft, unable to hide your smile.
“Unfortunately it is,” Steve confesses, “Don’t mention that—,” Steve squeezes you, “Tryna’ impress Piper’s mom here.”
You laugh, and you look up, meeting his gaze.
“Piper’s mom isn’t that cool,” you shake your head, voice hoarse. True. Steve tuts, a hand stroking your cheek.
“Oh she absolutely is.”
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a/n: I would love to write a bit more of a intimate/ romantic part two :)
in regard to requests I accept any (of course) but some will be loosely inspired by what I receive/ if I believe I can do it justice!!
⤷ warnings: smut, p in v, cockwarming, punishment, ˎˊ˗
“J-just—just stay like that, baby,” Steve panted into your ear where you were flipped onto your side, slowly maneuvering the head of his cock into your hole. He had come home from a rough day, and only wanted to be close to you without the exhaustion of sex, when he mentioned keeping his cock still inside you, your eyes almost bulged out of your skull.
“Are you serious, Steve? You just wanna—stay inside there?” You spluttered out, the task sounded impossible, and with the way he was spearing you achingly slow, it certainly felt impossible.
“Mmm—so tight, and—ahh—wet f’me.” He cursed when your walls clenched around him instinctively, begging for him to start his usual restless pace. He kept going until he was fully buried inside of you, you gripped the sheets tightly in order to stop yourself from grinding back against him.
But when Steve adjusted your body slightly, moving your hips, it caused his cock to accidentally shift inside of you, making it brush up against that spot which made you whimper desperately. “Please, Steve,” you moaned, unable to help the way your body reacted instantly, pussy throbbing around him and hips knocking back. “Need you to fuck me—real bad.”
Steve inhaled sharply, holding your hip in a tight grip to prevent you from fucking yourself back onto him anymore. “Ah, ah. What did I say, sweetheart? Be a good girl and keep still for me, yeah? Maybe I’ll reward you later…” you could hear the restraint in his voice, your pussy molded around him so perfectly it was practically choking his cock.
Oh, but the way you imagined how hard he could fuck you right now, how this position enabled him to brush against your cervix, plant his seed real deep inside you if he wanted. You bit your lip harshly until your eyes watered, and when Steve started giving you little kisses on the side of your neck, your horniness took over.
“C-can’t do it, Stevie.” You let out a weak cry, clenching around the base and dragging your pussy up until the familiar sparks of pleasure ran through your stomach, bringing immediate relief. Steve faltered for a moment, allowing you to give into your desires briefly.
“I told you to stay fucking still, didn’t I?” Steve growled, immediately taking your hips in both hands and pushing them with force against the mattress, turning you fully over onto your stomach. “Can’t even follow simple instructions.” He muttered to himself almost annoyed, climbing above you and hiking your knees up.
“Guess I’ll just have to show you how to listen. You’re not finished tonight until I say you’re finished.” He warned, spreading your ass cheeks and plunging his cock even deeper inside you, you gripped the sheets for an entirely different reason now. If Steve stuck true to his promise, he was going to make you cum over and over again until you were begging him to stop from too many orgasms.
Teasing Steve with a lollipop during a slow shift at Family Video...
“How does this place even stay open?” Steve mutters. He’s standing behind the counter with you, squinting out into the mid-day sun. “Zero customers in…what’s it been? Three hours?”
It’s one of those afternoon shifts at Family Video.
The ones where every time you glance at the clock on the wall, it’s only been two minutes since the last time you checked, so you spend the whole time in agony trying not to look at it.
It could also have something to do with the fact that you're trying not to notice how attractive your coworker looks in that green vest.
“I don’t even know," you reply, picking up a nearby cloth and dragging it across the counter in an attempt to keep your hands busy. "The passage of time slows down here. Like, a black hole."
There’s literally nothing left to do. All the returns have been shelved, the store is tidy and organized, but actually, you haven't cleaned under the register...
You’re shoving at the hunk of metal, attempting to push your rag underneath it when something catches your eye.
There, at the edge of the counter, sits the complimentary candy jar.
You and Steve have been steadily cleaning the thing out during shifts like these all summer. (And then guiltily re-filling it so you'd have something to give the kids who come in every now and then.) However, since you hadn't had a chance to buy more after your recent attack on the thing, you thought it was empty.
But there, at the very bottom, sits one lonely lollipop.
You risk a glance back at Steve, but his eyes are already pinned to the candy. You look at each other, then the jar, then each other again.
And you both lunge in unison.
His shoulder bumps yours, but your elbow digs into his ribs, forcing a grunt from him. His fingers are longer, so he reaches it first, but you pin his wrist against the cool glass with your own and pry it out of his hand.
“Goddamn it,” he mutters when your fingers close around the candy. “It’s a mystery flavor one, too!”
You grin triumphantly and pull out your prize. “Nice try. Sucker.”
“You’re not funny.” He settles back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning as you unwrap the lollipop. “Technically, I touched it first.”
“Well, technically...that doesn’t matter.” You brandish the stick, then pop the candy in your mouth. “ ‘Cause look whose mouth it’s in.”
And he does. Look at your mouth, that is. You try to ignore the swoop in your stomach as the afternoon light catches in his mussed hair, making it look as soft as warm caramel.
“You know,” he says slowly, “we could call it even and just…share.”
You snort. “Share? You can’t share a lollipop, are you insane?”
“Why not?
“It's juss—” You take the sucker out of your mouth to speak clearly. “Like…purposely swapping spit?”
He shrugs. “What’s wrong with swapping spit? You drink out of my water bottle all the time.” Steve’s eyes flick to yours. “It’s not any different than making out.”
Oh.
How can he just…say shit like that?
As if kissing your coworker is a perfectly normal thought to have. Of course, it is a frequent thought for you. Okay, more like an all-consuming one, but—whatever.
“At least tell me what flavor it is," he begs, taking a step towards you.
You hum, squinting up at him and twirling the candy in your mouth teasingly. “Kind of like strawberry, but less sour? Too tart for watermelon. I don't know, but it’s soooo good.”
His gaze drops to your lips. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“What? Flaunting my win?” you say, voice full of false innocence. “I would never!”
He huffs a laugh, then his hand finds the counter behind you with a smack. Your vision fills with broad chest, and he presses you back against the ledge, so close that you have to tip your head up to look at him.
“Careful,” he says. “I might have to revoke your water bottle privileges.”
You roll your eyes, then pull the lollipop out again. “Fine, Harrington. You want a taste that bad?”
His eyes drop to your lips. “So bad.”
You hold the candy up between you, but when he reaches for it, you snatch it back at the last second.
He swallows hard as you slip it back into your mouth, twirling your tongue around the hard sugar and blinking up at him from under your lashes.
When it clicks against your teeth, his eyes darken.
Suddenly, Steve grabs the sucker’s stick and pulls it from your mouth, and you’re not really sure who moves first, but a second later…his lips are on yours.
Your breath hitches as his tongue presses against the seam of your lips, then dips inside, tasting the sweetness there, and—God, it’s everything you dreamed of.
Steve groans softly, his exhale hot against your cheek as his fingers spread over your lower back to pull you closer, making your vest whisper against his. Your hands fly to his shirt, gripping the fabric for support as the carpet beneath your feet seems to tilt.
You could kiss him like this forever, actually. It’s syrupy sweet, the sugar on your tongue melting with the taste of him and creating this intoxicating, addictive—
Just then, the bell over the door chimes.
You break apart instantly, chests heaving. Steve chuckles as your hands fly to your flaming cheeks, and you whip around, putting on your best customer service face for whoever just walked in.
The sucker lies forgotten on the countertop. Something for you to clean up later.
“Oh, and by the way,” he whispers over your shoulder before turning back to the register. “It’s cherry.”
What happens when you wake up in Hawkins summer of 1985, with no clue how you got there, or why there’s a handsome boy in a sailors costume staring down at you? Between secret Russian bunkers, Starcourt mall, and inter-dimensional monsters, one question becomes increasingly difficult: do you take the chance to go home and leave everything behind, or stay with the boy who was never supposed to be part of your future?
Steve’s the kind of guy that gets drunk on life I swear and I’m imagining him if you’re guests at a wedding together and the whole day he’s getting drunk on love and friendship and you and wine….. so so so much wine
And I think wine drunk Steve would be so freaking clingy
Of course the whole day he’s telling you how gorgeous you look in your dress and how pretty you’d look in white and as the reception drags into the night, the two of you on the dance floor slow dancing while all the other couples are whispering sweet nothings into each others ears.
But Steve… Steve is slurring the most diabolical stuff into your neck
“Wanna make you mine….. marry you…… put a baby in you–fuck–honey I need it so bad, need to feel you.”
He’s subtly rubbing his obvious hard on against your thigh (as subtly as drunk Steve can do anything that is)
“Steve, not here.,” you try to protest but he’s already ushering you off the dance floor to the nearest bathroom.
Once you’re in, he’s on you like rash. Hands grabbing at your dress so much you think he might rip it. He’s tugging your panties down and he doesn’t even notice how pretty the lace fabric is because he’s too focussed on getting inside you.
He yanks you up onto the sink, frantically releases himself from his trousers and pushes his now painfully hard cock into you.
It’s hurried, and messy, and loud. Steve clamps a hand over your mouth and sucks your neck into his mouth to stop his moans escaping. But the slapping sound is deafening……
At that moment, Steve feels his only purpose is to fill your cunt.
“Gonna get you so fucking full of my cum, yeah, you want that baby”
It’s not really a question but you answer anyway, nodding your head against the heat of Steve palm.
“Yeah you do, you take it so good, gonna be such a good mommy for me.”
You clench at the praise and it makes Steve see stars.
summary: dealing with your breakup with steve has been hard and it hurts even worse when you lose the necklace he gave you
warnings: angst, arguing, mentions of canon violence, set during season four, crying, reader is very sad, steve is lowkey avoidant, happy ending!
word count: 5.2k
from jen: i recently just lost one of the most important pieces of jewelry and my heart is broken so this is 100% self indulgent :’)
There was a time your designated spot was shoulder to shoulder, fingers intertwined, with Steve and now you stand on complete opposite sides of the room without a single second or eye contact – it almost felt like a piece of you had be taken away.
Actually, that’s how you felt ever since the breakup.
Your relationship with Steve came almost suddenly. You were in the same grade, you practically grew up together, but never actually interacted in school. Until senior year and he broke up with Nancy and the kid you babysat ran to you for help after his new pet alien ate his cat.
A strange friendship formed between you, Dustin and Steve but it was something real. Even when the younger kid wasn’t around, you and Steve became glued to each other. Where he went, you followed and when you moved, he moved.
What started as platonic quickly morphed into romantic.
He’d changed so much from the popular boy in high school and became someone softer. He still had that same charm and personality, but he tried to let go of all the superficial things he used to cling to.
A part of you felt like maybe he’d never get over Nancy but after those months together, everything else except you and him disappeared. The two of you were together for eight months before you both started working at Scoops and then you were thrown into a whirlwind of more aliens and evil Russian soldiers.
Fighting off Demodogs with Steve at the junkyard and in the tunnels was scary enough – more scary than either of you would actually admit – but watching Steve get nearly beaten half to death and taking a few blows of your own? That was different.
You still had a scar across your cheekbone from the back of a guard’s gun after you mouthed off one too many times.
What should’ve been a time when the two of you really leaned on each other, almost like a trauma bond, Steve vanished. It was small at first – he would cancel on plans, he started calling less and less, he’d give you vague excuses for his sudden absence. You could feel it in your bones, the way he was slowly pulling away.
At first, you thought maybe he was just having a tough time moving past things. After all, he’d gotten the brunt of the soldiers anger and he had the bruises to prove it. But it wasn’t just temporary space he wanted and two weeks after the Battle of Starcourt, Steve broke up with you. Over the phone.
Devastated couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt. You tried to reason with him, even begged him not to do it, but he was firm. He insisted you two weren’t right for each other and there was ‘no point in prolonging the inevitable.’ He was clear in what he didn’t say – he didn’t love you anymore and honestly, you weren’t sure he ever did.
Almost a year had passed since the breakup and Steve has made sure to stay no contact. The only time you’ve ever spoke after was when he returned your things from his house and asked for his own. The only thing you were left with was the heart shaped locket he gifted you for your birthday a few months after dating.
Even though it tore you apart, you respected his decision and didn’t try to push him. You kept your distance from him but in turn, that meant distance from everyone.
Until a few days ago.
Max and Dustin showed up on your doorstep, scared and out of breath – rushing to beg for help about Eddie Munson and the newly deceased Chrissy Cunningham. There wasn’t a chance you could say no.
So you drove them to Family Video and for the first time in months, you were around Steve again. At the sight of him for the first time in months, your fingers clutched the locket still around your neck for some sort of comfort. But even in the same room, he wouldn’t look at you. He hardly acknowledged your presence. It cracked your already broken heart even more.
You guys have spent the last couple of days tracking Eddie down and then listening to his recount of Chrissy’s death. Your stomach turns at the confirmation that it wasn’t a regular run of the mill murder and instead, you’re all now sucked back into monsters and chaos.
Things began to feel really scary when Nancy’s assistant turned up dead in the same manner. Not only were you faced with some inter-dimensional psycho, but also had to deal with what looked like Steve having feelings for Nancy. You didn’t miss the way he tried to follow her on her lead or the disappointment he felt when Robin took his place instead. The locket around your neck felt like a weight around you instead of providing comfort.
Everything worsened when Max connected the dots between the latest victims and confessed she’s been dealing with her own symptoms. The already high stakes raised even higher at the risk of Max being in danger.
Now, the entire group gathers around the living room of the abandoned Creel home as everyone begins to split off into groups.
You’re standing off to the far side of the room. It feels weird being back here – everyone seems to have their own reason for being here. Nancy wants to find justice for her assistant, Dustin wants to clear Eddie’s name, Max needs to survive and Lucas is hellbent on making sure that happens, and Steve and Robin are here to protect their friends. You feel like the odd one out.
Maybe it’s not the time to be worrying about that – it definitely isn’t – but the small reminders that you’re not really apart of the group stings.
Max and Lucas pair off together, Steve and Dustin together in the opposite direction and Nancy pulls Robin along with her. As scary as the run down house seems to be, trying to sneak into one of the pairs scares you more – so you go off alone without a hitch.
You do your best to inspect the house and every room you come across but it’s hard when you’re not even sure what you’re supposed to be looking for. You continue through the house for a few minutes until you make it upstairs. When your round the corner, you still.
Because a few feet in front of you, Steve and Nancy stand extremely close. They face each other, eyes locked and gentle smiles along their faces. You can’t hear exactly what they’re saying but Steve looks peaceful. Happy.
It makes your heart bleed and instinctively, your hand reaches for your heart locket again. You recognize that look in his eye, it’s the same way he used to look at you but hasn’t in so long. Seeing them like this feels like torture but you can’t seem to look away. And more than that, it feels like an extra confirmation that Steve broke off the relationship because he didn’t feel the same way anymore.
You’d heard the whispers and the rumors about how he never really got over her and maybe this just proves it.
Your silent pity party halts to an end when Robin makes her way up the stairs and easily slides into the conversation. Steve and Nancy share a look of exasperation and she gives his arm a gentle squeeze before walking away. It’s only then that Steve’s eyes trail from hers and flick up, locking with your own.
Something unreadable flashes in his eyes – surprise, maybe? Or possibly guilt. Whatever it is, it’s gone just as fast as it appeared and he follows the other girls down the hall without a word.
There’s a pang in your chest at his indifference. It’s hard to see him act so careless about everything but maybe you should have expected as much.
Suddenly, you hear Max’s voice coming from the other room and you’re reminded of the situation you’re actually in. If heartbreak was the worst thing you had to deal with then so be it – because the alternative is Max losing her life and you be damned if you let that happen.
The rest of the time spent in the house passes in a blur. You all came to the realization that whatever Vecna is doing, he has some sort of connection withlights and uses that to almost travel between dimensions.
It’s hours later when everyone gets back to the Wheeler home and Nancy decided on using the late hours to regroup and plan for the next few days. How to break the bad news to Eddie, how to successfully avoid Jason and the police, how to make sure Max stays safe by enforcing what Dustin coined as Max Watch.
The basement fills with overlapping chatter. Dustin and Nancy argue over which crisis is more important, Lucas is trying his best to comfort Max – who doesn’t seem to be all that interested in talking anymore – and Robin looks torn between staying silent and joining the argument.
Yet all you can focus on is Steve.
He’s let out his own fair share of input throughout the night and even made some arguably ill-timed jokes with Dustin. You’d like to be infuriated over the fact that he seems fine being around you and not talking but you’re not. You’re just.. hurt.
You’re sitting on a singular chair close to the stairs – the spot furthest from Steve. You’re trying to ignore the loud noises coming from everyone and before your mind catches up with your body, your hand reaches up for your locket.
Except your fingers grasp around air.
Your spine straightens in your seat and you glance down as your palm glides across the fabric of your shirt.
Nothing.
You swipe your hand across your neck, hoping it slipped under your shirt, except it’s not.
Nothing but bare skin.
Panic rises in your chest almost immediately. Every sound coming from the others drowns out of your ears as you shove your jacket off, shaking it erratically in front of you in case it tangled itself there.
Nothing.
You jump to your feet in the blink of an eye and pull the cushions from the small seat – fingers gliding across every inch of fabric in case it slipped through.
Nothing.
This cannot be happening. You couldn’t have lost it. You just had it.
Your stomach twists with anxiety as you search for it. Robin is the first one to notice the change in your behavior.
She calls your name gently. “What’s wrong?”
There’s a lump in your throat that makes it hard to respond. You drop to your knees, snatching your purse from where it sat on the floor. Without a second thought, you dump everything out and onto the floor.
“My necklace – it’s gone,” You respond quietly. There’s a waver in your voice and you know it doesn’t go unnoticed.
Your fingers push apart every item from your bag. Your wallet, your keys, useless receipts, loose change.
No locket.
Your heart is hammering in your chest and there’s a burning feeling coursing through your veins.
“What necklace?” Robin asks and without looking back, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you. It’s embarrassing but the fear of having lost one of the most important things to you overpowers that.
“My locket. It was just here, I just had it,” You explain. She approaches you and offers a small smile.
“It’s okay, we’ll find it. Where was the last place you had it?”
“I don’t – I don’t know. I felt it at the Creel house and that’s.. that’s the last time I can remember,” Your voice is quiet and broken but you keep sifting through the pile of useless things from your purse.
It’s not there. It’s not in your pocket. It’s not around your neck. It’s gone.
Nancy speaks up from behind you next. “Look I’m sorry about your necklace but that’s not really important right now.”
Her tone isn’t unkind but it is impatient. She’s not wrong but the reminder hits a nerve inside you.
“It’s my necklace,” Your response is curt but she doesn’t let it bother her.
“We have to focus on saving lives right now. It’s just a necklace – you can always get another one,” Nancy says.
“No it’s not just a necklace,” You snap, your fingers shake as you shove everything back into your bag and your voice trembles. “It’s from St –“
You freeze before you can finish saying his name. Everything around you feels too small and suffocating. Knowing how much the breakup has been affecting you is different from admitting it to everyone around you.
The hard truth is you’ve been holding onto this single piece of jewelry like it was still a piece of him – but it’s not and it never will be. There was no relationship with him anymore and whether you lost the necklace or not, there never would be again.
Your eyes burn with tears as you kneel against the hardwood floor, sitting over the messy pile that’s your purse. Your shoulders drop and curl into yourself – every ounce of fight drains from you and you finally accept what’s been right in front of you.
The necklace won’t bring him back.
You quietly clean up the mess you made and Robin gives your shoulder a soft squeeze.
“We’ll look more tomorrow, yeah?” She assures but you both know it’s futile. Tomorrow, things with Eddie and Max could worsen. Vecna could make a real appearance. Or Jason and his wild pack of goons could become really dangerous.
You give her a small nod and then the moment passes.
Nancy insists everyone gets rest, saying tomorrow (and however long after that) will be a long day. Everyone does their best to get comfortable in the small space and without a word, you set off upstairs to find a bathroom.
As soon as the door clicks shut, your back leans against the door and tears fall freely against your cheek. They’re thick and hot against your skin and your shoulders rack with sobs.
Your nails dig into the bare skin where the locket used to lay as you let yourself feel it all. The heartbreak of it all and the pain of feeling like it’s happening all over it.
It’s stupid. It’s a single piece of metal. There’s a million other things for you to be worrying about right now but it’s also not just a necklace. It’s that beautiful loving moment you and Steve shared when he gave it to you. It’s his nervous hands shaking as he clasped the chain around your neck. It’s the way his eyes landed on the pendant everyday after. It’s the comfort it’s given you. It’s the last piece of proof that love between you two truly existed.
And now it’s gone.
Steve Harrington feels like the shittiest guy on the planet.
Not only has he spent the last few days acting like he didn’t care about you, he also had to watch you panic over losing the necklace and not comfort you.
Except that was nobody’s fault but his own.
He’s been the most miserable he’s been over the past few months after breaking up with you but he truly felt like it was the right thing to do. He watched you get hurt and face danger head on all because of him and his connections to the Upside Down.
It was his last straw when he woke up in the underground bunker, vision blurred from his swollen eye, and saw the deep cut across your cheekbone. It was still gushing blood but you didn’t even care – you were fussing over him instead of yourself.
That’s when he knew he couldn’t be with you anymore. Because you cared more about his wellbeing instead of your own and he’d be damned if he let you get hurt to save him.
He knew it was cruel doing it over the phone and his ‘reasons’ were even more cruel but selfishly, he couldn’t stand to see the look of agony that would wash over your face if he did it in person.
His fingers gripped the phone so hard his knuckles turned white and when he heard the trembles in your voice as you begged him not to, he had to slam it onto the receiver before you could hear him cry.
Everyday since then has been hell on earth for him – but he told himself it was worth it if it kept you safe.
And then suddenly, and without him with you, you were in it all over again. Only this time he couldn’t comfort you. He couldn’t hold your hand or kiss your forehead. He gave all that up.
Steve didn’t think you’d still wear the necklace he bought you but his happiness from the confirmation was short lived once you began to panic over losing it.
He came to a realization he subconsciously already knew was true. That breaking up with you didn’t make things easier for you or keep you safe – it just hurt you emotionally instead of physically and he’s made you suffer for months.
He glances down at where you lay across the floor. You’re curled into a ball, knees tucked tight to your chest and one arm bent under your head. You seem to be asleep but you still look restless. He can still see the tear stains on your cheeks and his heart cracks.
He can’t fix what he did months ago, but he can fix this.
Steve stands quietly and his eyes dart across the room to make sure everyone is asleep. Everyone but Lucas is, he jumped for first shift of Max Watch, and he doesn’t seem to be at all interested in what Steve is doing.
He quietly gathers his things and makes his way to his car.
The Creel house is even more intimidating at night. It was once a beautiful home, there’s no denying that, but now it’s covered in boarded up windows and vines growing across every inch. The air around the house is eerily quiet – not even crickets chirp nearby.
Steve stands on the porch – not a single street light offering him any comfort – as he calms himself down enough to enter alone. It’s probably a dumb decision, no definitively a dumb decision, but the memory of your tear stained face, kneeling defeated on the floor is enough to make him move.
He wanders through the house with his flashlight. The floorboards creek beneath his feet and the tall grandfather clock almost mocks him. He fights every instinct to turn tail and run, and moves further into the house.
He retraces your steps the best he can. He looks through the main hallway, spends minutes at every single step of the staircase, he makes his way to the second story and examines every inch of the floor.
He makes it to the end of the hall – the same place you stood frozen at the sight of him and Nancy. He feels guilt settle heavy in his chest. It wasn’t what you were thinking but at the time, he thought it was best to let you believe that. He was so stupid.
Steve swallows down his regret and continues moving.
He spent an hour at the house, rummaging through every corner of the rooms you stepped even a foot in and can’t find it. He’s on his last leg of hope when he enters the attic. He wanders the room, flashlight beaming across the floor as he looks for it.
He’s just about to give up when the light catches something. The reflection bounces off the metal, glaring into his eye, and before he knows it, he rushes to it.
It’s a metal chain hanging from a broken floorboard and he can’t see if there’s a pendant attached to it. He drops to his knees, careful not to shake the broken wood, and holds the flashlight over it.
His fingers gently wrap around the metal and with a little tug, he pulls the metal free. Hanging from the bottom of the chain, is the heart shaped locket. It’s a scratched now and tiny pieces of splintered wood are stuck in the clasp but he found it.
He found it.
Steve breathes out a heavy breath of relief and squeezes the jewelry in his palm. He doesn’t spend another second inside the house and rushes outside – back to his car and back to you.
By the time Steve makes it back to the Wheelers house, it’s almost three AM. He knew you’d still be asleep and he’d spent the whole car ride back debating if he should wake you up to give it to you, or wait till morning.
His debate solves itself when he steps out of his car, the locket still clutched tight in his fist, and sees you sitting on the front porch of the house.
He freezes at the sight of you so close to him. It’s the first time you were alone and without distance in months. Everything he thought about saying flies out the window and all he can do is look at you.
You look up when you hear him approaching and surprise flashes in your eyes. He’s not sure what you thought when you saw he was gone – if anything at all – but it’s clear you weren’t expecting to see him like this.
Your hands fidget with the hem of your shirt and he can tell you’re uncomfortable. He never thought he’d see you like that because of him. He hates it.
Your mouth parts like you’re about to say something but he beats you to it.
“I have something for you,” He says.
His voice fills the tense air but the sound of it is like music to your ears. It’s soft and cautious – a hint of exhaustion blanketing it. You blink up at him from where you still sit on the porch step.
“For me?” Your brows furrow. He takes a step closer to you and holds his hand out.
Sitting in the center of his palm is a necklace. Your necklace.
You jump to your feet once recognition hits. A relieved gasp slips past your lips and you rush towards him, fingers tenderly cradling the metal.
“You found it?” You breathe out and hold the necklace in your own hands. Your voice is thick and tears line your eyes again. “I don’t – I don’t understand, how did you find it?”
Steve feels his heart pound when you look up at him with shiny eyes.
“It was at the Creel house, stuck in the attic.” He explains quietly. He’s almost too lost in the way you look right now. Undoubtedly exhausted and heartbroken over the necklace but still so fucking beautiful.
“You went back?”
He nods and watches the way your eyes glance down, taking in the state of him. He almost feels subconscious.
“Why would you do that?” Your voice rises with concern and it takes him aback. “Steve, you could’ve been hurt! We have no idea what’s going on and Robin created the whole no-going-off-alone thing for a reason. Why would you do that just for a necklace?” You chastise him.
It’s ironic that you’re saying it’s just a necklace now when a few hours ago, you were ready to bite Nancy’s head off for saying the same thing.
But this time Steve risked his life for it and that was stupid.
“Because it’s important to you.” Steve says easily. Your breath hitches as he stares down at you. There’s a finality in his voice that makes your heart ache. He says it like it’s obvious – only it’s not obvious and it hasn’t been for a long time.
You shake your head and inhale shakily. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you squeeze the necklace in your palm. You have no idea how to respond and nothing feels adequate anymore.
“Steve..” Your shaky voice trails off but he fills the silence.
“You have a scar,” Steve nearly blurts out.
Confusion flashes across your face but he raises his hand to stroke against your cheek. His fingers trace the raised scar across your skin and you fight the instinct to lean into his hold.
You know without more explanation that whatever his reason is for mentioning the scar, it has to do with the breakup.
“So what,” Your eyes searched his as you spoke. “You’re – you’re grossed out because of my scar?”
Insecurity fills your chest and you move to pull away from his hold. It almost feel like it burns now. His eyes widen and he’s quick to shake his head.
“No! No – no that’s not what I mean,” He raises both hands to grab your hands and hold you in place across from him. He says your name gently and you can see his hazel brown eyes swirl with so many emotions. “What I meant is you have a scar because of me,”
You faltered for a moment. “Steve, I got it from the blunt end of a pistol,”
“Exactly!” He exclaims and your brows pinch together. “You literally got pistol whipped because you were trying to protect me. You got hurt because of me,”
It slowly begins to dawn on you what he’s saying but he doesn’t let you offer any defense before he continues.
“Baby, you have no idea what it felt like to see you hurt like that and how it felt to know it was because of me,” You barely have a chance to bask in the slip of a pet name because he keeps going. “I thought I was doing the right thing back then. I thought I was keeping you safe by walking away – that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, because I’d rather live in a life time of agony alone than drag you into danger. I can’t do that – I won’t do that.” Steve’s voice cracks and your chest tightens. “But you got dragged into it anyway and this time, you’ve been alone and that’s my fault. I hurt you worse than you’ve ever been hurt before and I’m sorry, baby – I’m so fucking sorry,”
By the time Steve finishes, his palms have somehow found home holding your face. The tears that threatened to fall have spilled down your skin and wet his hands. Unaware to himself, his own eyes gloss over with tears.
It’s a terrible reason to have broken up with you and a deep part of you is angry that he didn’t just have a conversation with you but the biggest part of you is so fucking relieved to hear those words come out of his mouth.
Because it’s not that he didn’t love you anymore, it was that he loved you too much.
You breathe in a shaky breath and bring your freehand up to grip his wrist. “Steve..”
He leans his forehead against your own and his eyes flutter shut – a few stray tears slide down his cheeks and your heart shatters at the sight. You’ve spent so much time thinking he didn’t care but in reality, he was living the same hell you were.
You whisper his name but when he doesn’t move, you gently pull yourself away from him to bring the locket up to view. “Steve, look at me,” You murmur. He doesn’t take his hands off your face but he obliges. “You didn’t open it, did you?”
His eyes glance at the chain in your hand. “The necklace? No,” He shakes his head.
You give him a tearful smile and nudge it towards him. He doesn’t seem to get the hint. “Open it,”
He looks hesitant to let you go but when you give him another gentle encouragement, his hands move from your skin to hold the locket. He sniffles as he opens the metal.
His fingers still once it’s laid open in front of him.
Tucked inside the hearts are two pictures – one of the two of you on a date and the other of just him smiling softly into the camera.
His heart constricts in his chest at the sight of it. It wasn’t just that you still wore the necklace – you still carried him with you. Everyday since he gave it to you.
You let the silence sit for a moment before speaking up.
“Steve, it never mattered if we were together or not. I would follow you into danger every time. You could’ve been dragged to hell right now and I would still jump in after you because I love you, Steve. So mu –“
You’re suddenly cut off when he slams his lips against yours. The feeling of his lips fitting perfectly with yours is dizzying relief and your hands cling to his shoulders. You hold onto him so tight, like you’re afraid he’s about to slip away, and his hands cradle your face just as tight.
Steve is overwhelmed with every ounce of love he’s ever felt for you and you feel just the same.
His mouth slots against yours as he pours everything into this one kiss. He feels warm and fuzzy against you and it’s like all the torturous moments away from him completely fade away.
“I love you so – so fucking much,” Steve whispers against your lips, careful not to break contact, and you don’t even pretend to fight the smile that breaks out on your face. “So much baby, so so much,”
He continues to repeat it even as his lips travel from your lips and across your skin. He leaves messy kisses to your cheek, along your jaw, even over your eyelids until he lands back on your lips.
You hold each other close and breathe in each others air for as long as you can until he finally breaks apart from you – but he still doesn’t go far and rests his forehead against yours. You both nearly struggle to catch your breath but you’re both smiling wide.
It all feels right again. Perfect.
You carefully pull the necklace from his hand and hold it up again. “Will you put it on me?”
Steve nods without hesitation and carefully turns your hips to face away from him. Your pull your hair over one shoulder as he pulls the chain around your neck. His warm finger tips brush against your skin and tiny goosebumps erupt over you. The metal is cool against the warmth of your body – right where it belongs – and Steve’s hands glide across your shoulders after he clasps it in place.
You turn in his hold and wrap your arms around his middle. You look up at his beautiful eyes and he stares back down at yours. “I missed you,” You confess softly.
He nods above you and his thumb glides across your cheek. “I’ve missed you even more, sweet girl.”
There’s a million and one things to worry about tomorrow. The state of the world, Max’s safety, Eddie’s freedom and so much more but there’s not a sliver of doubt inside you that you can’t deal with it if he’s by your side.
And you know with absolute certainty, he’ll always be with you.
