Maybe a little baby blurb of Steve's daydream/ dream life with bug. Basically what he was imagining their life would be like outside of Hawkins. I always picture Steve daydreaming about it before bed😭
as always im missing steve n bug and since chap 3 is taking a while heres some fluff <333
enjoy !
"you need to sleep," steves lips press against your forehead. the skin is overly warm, scrunched in concentration.
you try to shrug him off. without looking up from your notes, you wave a dismissive hand at him. "no time."
"did you just shrug off my doting kiss?" steve scoffs at you, offended. only you still don't look up from your notes. he worries about your neck, he knows your back will ache later tonight. weary and full of concern for you, as he always is, steve softens his voice. "angel, youve been at this for days."
"just a few more hours, then i'll go to bed."
"you said that three hours ago."
"and now im saying it again."
youve been cramming for an exam since wednesday. its currently friday and your body hasnt left your desk since early morning.
steve cups the back of your neck, settling his palm against its base. He massages the joint that sticks out, eases the tension between the muscles. youre exhausted, its obvious to anyone. "come lay down with me."
"steve-"
"please?" he brings the tips of his fingers to your chin. gently, he angles your head up; his eyes meet yours. in the brown and honey that coats his eyes lays love and adoration, a softness meant only for you to see. "i miss you."
your eyes swim with conflict. steve can see the part of you that always abides by responsibility. you hate disappointing people, you hate failing. the only reason youre in college is because of the incredible scholarship you received for your academics.
yet theres a part of you that melts at the idea of laying in steves arms. to rest against his chest and listen to his heartbeat. feel his hand tangle in your hair, his nails scratching your scalp. youd wilt into his body and wrap around his ribcage.
"i..." you bite your lip, slowly giving in. steve knows the weight of your bones must be heavy. he strokes your cheek, finger lingering on your lips. closing your eyes, you admit defeat. "carry me?"
the moment the words leave your mouth, steve sweeps you into his arms and cradles you against his chest. carefully he navigates your small apartment. the walls are narrow and theres hardly any room to breathe, but itd been all you could afford in new york and it was only yours and steves. no one elses.
it was your home together.
steve sets you down on the bed and crawls in beside you. he throws his arms around you, encasing you against the world. burying his face against your neck, he settles his weight against you. you breathe him in, push yourself further into his body, and for a moment everything is still.
"im not going to bed, you know." you mumble into his shoulder.
he laughs, the sound reverberating your bones. "just lay with me for a little while longer."
"always," your lips whisper against steves skin.
warmth seeps into his chest, coats his lungs with sickly sweet honey. he can taste it in his mouth, it mixes with the aroma of your perfume. his body buzzes with all the love he has for you, for all the gratitude within him to have escaped hawkins with you. to be so lucky as to know youre still his, hes still yours, and that youve made something for yourselves despite all the pain youve endured together.
then a piercing ring rips through steves eardrums. he sits up in bed, heart pounding with adrenaline. his hand slams down on his alarm clock on his bedtime table, silencing it.
he rubs his face, groans with exhaustion.
steve had been having such a good dream. he can still feel your weight on his chest. he already misses it.
he'll blame robin for it later. shes the reason hes getting up so goddamn early, anyways. shes the one who needs a ride to her stupid pep rally.
So I'm watching the olympics and it's the men's 110m hurdle and one of the American dudes is a wide receiver for Oregon and OBV u know where my mind went....targeting crew going to the olympics...( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
oh shit son sam would sure be a hurdler yoooo
isaiah, wrestling? eli shotput? pietro and clint, well, duh, do i even. buCKY WEIGHTLIFTING (HI @mutational-falsetto) naTASHA!!! what IF NATASHA IS LIKE ACTUALY CANONICALLY AN OLympic gymnast yowza ok anyway you’re attacking me, friend, this is an attack
steve is too big and triangle-shaped to be good at anything, he cheers everyone on wearing lots of dorky american flag outfits and annoying the moms and dads next to him in the stands
