the clock on the right where you lay faced, glowed 2:27AM, exactly 7 minutes from when you last checked.
you huff irritably, closing your eyes and rolling over onto your left under the sheets. opening your eyes to see your beautiful boyfriend sleeping peacefully.
his head is back on the soft pillow, plush lips slightly parted, facing to the ceiling even though his body is turned to face you slightly. his hair falls messily over his forehead, grazing his long eyelashes that rest gently on his cheekbones. one leg is sticking out of the duvet that rests only just above his waist, showing his full bare chest.
the only light is from the moon outside, spilling through the tiny cracks of the blinds, and your digital alarm clock. it illuminates the darkness over steve and highlights the soft curves of his muscles perfectly.
before you think, your shuffling closer to him, leaning on your forearm with your other hand grazing over his chest.
you know it would be mean to wake him up now, as he's so deep in sleep, but you can't sleep and you know exactly what will help.
"stevie" you whisper, running your hand up his chest to his neck and eventually his jaw.
his eyelids flutter as you keep whispering, your face getting closer to his ear.
"stevie wake up"
he stirs, groans, then his eyes open, close again, then open and find you.
"princess what's wrong" his voice is harsh and gravely and he shifts slightly fighting his closing eyes.
"i can't sleep"
nodding slowly he reaches out his arms, lifting up the duvet signaling for you to cuddle up to him, which you do.
"better?" he whispers, rubbing your back as you nuzzle into his neck.
you hum in response, not a yes but more of a hint that you need more. steve doesn't fully notice, closing his eyes again and kissing your forehead.
his hand on your back is still moving, so you take the opportunity to make a move, lightly kissing his neck a couple times before moving to hotter, open mouthed kisses up by his ear.
his hand stutters, and you can feel him move his head back to try and look at you, eyes fully open now.
"princess.."
"i can't sleep" you murmur into his skin.
"i know i know" he stokes your hair with one hand, squeezing your waist with the other.
"need you steve"
"mm?"
you pull back to look up at him through your lashes with tired, glassy, begging eyes.
"please.."
"please what baby?"
you knew he was already there, had already decided he would give into you, just wanted to play with you first. wanted to see how far you'd beg for him.
his hand moved you back from him as you pushed yourself up to attempt to kiss him, making you whine in response.
"cmon, use your words. what'd you need from me?"
"need you to put me to sleep"
he smiled down at you, stroking your hair once more before cradling the back of your head to kiss you.
his lips met yours softly as he kissed you lazily and slowly, despite your desperate efforts to deepen it by swiping your tounge over his bottom lip and pawing at his chest with your nails.
"eager girl" steve laughed against your mouth, in which you didn't laugh back but instead took to opportunity to push your tongue into his mouth, getting a taste of what's keep keeping you awake this whole time.
steve took your face in his hands, pushing you back away from him. his palms were warm on your cheeks when his thumb rubbed over your lips. you parted them immediately, taking his thumb into your hot mouth suckling on it greedily.
"slow down princess, i'm gonna take care of you i promise"
you hummed and nodded around his thumb, the heat between your legs becoming almost painful.
"please, i need you so bad"
steve removed his thumb from your mouth, smearing your saliva over your lips and chin.
"i know, just lay back baby girl, i'll get you real sleepy"
he laid your head back against your pillow before towering over you and taking your lips back into a deep kiss. you whined into his mouth as his hands found your underwear, rubbing his fingers over the thin, already wet, fabric right over your sensitive clit.
his fingers sped up as he pulled off your mouth to move over your jaw, down your neck sucking deep marks on the sensitive skin before continuing down over your chest.
"stevie.. please stop teasing please"
to your joy, he moves his fingers under the band of your panties pulling them down as you kick your legs to get them off the rest of the way.
his face was at your stomach now, still pressing light kisses into your burning skin. each kiss sent a wave of arousal to your core, getting you dripping for him before he'd even touched you properly.
"fucking soaked for me.. this what's been keeping you awake?"
"uh huhh yeah, please stevie" your hand found his head, tangling in his curls as you pushed his head further and further to your aching pussy.
he went with your force easily, stopping so he was hovering justified millimetres above you, so close you could feel his breath on your core which sent shivers up your spine.
he dipped down, kissing the insides of your thighs as he spread them impossibly further, murmuring how he's going to take care of you into your skin.
the second he kissed you clit you cried out, throwing your head back at the contact you've been craving for hours. your sound made steve fold, he couldn't hold out any longer and buried his face into you fast.
he ate you out ravenously, messily. licking up from your hole all the way up through your folds, sucking softly on your puffy clit before pulling back to spit down and repeat his actions.
already so worked up, you were tumbling uncontrollably to your orgasm. the overwhelming stimulation on your clit mixed with the filthy wet sounds coming from steve between your legs was destroying you.
"stevie-" you choked out. "i- i'm so close"
"let go baby, cum for me"
the vibration of his words sent you over the edge as you came undone on steve's tongue with a loud moan. your legs shook as you closed them, trapping steve's head with your thighs as he continued to lap up your wetness.
"fuuuck- mm" your head was thrown back against the pillow, fingers tight in steve's hair trying desperately to push him away but he didn't let up.
he continued to eat you out through the aftershocks of your orgasm, slowing down to soft licks as he pushed your thighs apart again.
"stevie- 's too much"
he pulls up slightly to look at you, fingers replacing his tongue, teasing your opening.
"shh you're okay"
he pushes two fingers straight into you, curling up and instinctively finding that sweet spot that made you arch off the bed.
still overly sensitive from your first climax, the warm sensation in your lower stomach came back quicker and hotter than last time.
he could tell straight away that you're close, at the way your body responded to him; walls fluttering around his fingers, thighs pushing against his shoulders.
"you gonna cum again huh?"
you can't answer, your vision blurring over you, pussy clenching around steve's fingers, your whole body trembling on the bed as a second orgasm crashes over your harshly.
steve's fingers and tongue ride out your orgasm before pulling them out with a lewd wet noise and putting them straight in his mouth to clean off. the sight makes your head dizzy, and your clit throb.
"taste so good" he mumbles to himself, climbing back up above you. "feel better now?"
not even thinking, you shake your head and pout, greedy for more, for his cock.
"need more, fuck me please"
"so greedy"
"please, i need you"
"you have me baby girl" he says as he plants a soft kiss to your mouth, already ridding himself of his pyjama pants.
he grabs your ass from underneath, pulling your body down slightly and folding you practically in half, your thighs touching your chest, calf's on his shoulders.
he lined himself up and pushes into you in one sharp moment stilling for a second to brace his forearms by your head, hands brushing your face intimately as he starts fucking you slow and deep.
leaning down, he kisses you again. a sloppy kiss that you can hardly reciprocate as the only thing you can think about is the overwhelming feeling of steve's cock dragging against your walls. each thrust sent a whine tumbling out your mouth and into steve's.
"stevestevesteve"
you were a babbling mess underneath him, teetering on the edge of your third orgasm.
"what is it baby girl, talk to me" he brushes a strand of hair from your face.
"Faster- please"
he speeds up his thrusts, still hitting just as deep.
your moans turn into a long, deep whine against steve's mouth, tears forming in your eyes.
"your so good for me princess"
"so- good- fuuuck- close"
"awh is my girl all fucked out? go on then, i've got you"
you came again with a loud cry, a few tears spilling from the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming feeling of steve continuing to pound into you.
"fuck baby- you're doing so well- gonna cum, you gonna be a good girl and take it all yeah?"
"pleasepleaseplease"
his hips stutter before he buries himself deep and spills inside you with a deep groan, filling you up with his hot cum as he kisses all over your face and neck.
the feeling of his spend painting your walls sends you over for a fourth time, your vision blacking out almost, legs falling off steve's shoulders as you go limp underneath him.
"hey hey.. princess"
his hand collided with your cheek a couple times in a light smack until your eyes fluttered open again. he held your face up forcing you to focus on his face.
"there she is" he laughed softly with a hint of relief before kissing your smiling lips lovingly. "you okay?"
"i love you" you whimpered into his mouth.
steve eventually pulled out and rolled off of you, pulling you back with him until you were curled into his chest.
"i love you beautiful" he murmured into your hairline.
for the first time all night, your eyes closed uncontrollably and you felt yourself being pulled under into sleep.
cradled by your boyfriend, with his cum still leaking out from between your thighs.
hi!! i was thinking about reader and joe got engaged -but the internet didn’t know, just their family and friends- and they were hanging out with st cast and some fans see then and started asking reader to marry them and Joe just stood by her side, pulling her closer and lifting her hand to show the ring like 'hey, too late' or something like that! (im really sorry if you didn’t understand, english isn't my first language 😩
MARRY HER ANYWAY!
I had so much fun making this, photos are all just random face claim but manly Gracie Abrams I hope you like :)
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Joeandy/nlver: GUYS!! Joe, Y/N and Sadie Sink were seen heading to SNL to support Finn!
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With the amount of people outside the doors, calling your name and Joe's it was almost as if it was you that had been on that stage, giving the monologue and doing the sketches.
Finn had smashed it, waiting with Caleb, Gaten and Sadie to go to the afterparty while Charlie and Natalia were headed off in front of you.
You and Joe walked out hand in hand, smiling and waving.
"Oh my god!"
"Joe! Joe! I love you!"
There were more fans than paparazzi, more kind words then hard 'look here! look here!'
"Y/n, I'm obsessed with you!" Called one young man.
You smiled. "Thank you!"
Joe squeezed your hand as he walked you down the path created to your guys car. He looked down at you, a proud and loving grin gracing his lips.
"Y/n! Y/n!"
"Joe!"
"Y/n, marry me!"
You laughed, ducking your head into Joe.
You felt his hand holding yours tug and he held it up. Coincidently it was your left hand, the one holding the golden band with the diamond ring. It caught the light of the flashing cameras.
Joe pulled a smug smile. "She's taken, sorry."
He was not sorry in the slightest. Neither were you.
There was a joyous out cry as Joe opened the door for you, hiding you from the increase in flashing lights. Quickly, Joe climbed in behind you, closing the door as the car rolled away from the chaos.
You looked at Joe.
"What?" he said, grinning.
"I can't believe you just did that."
"Did what?" he teased. He grabbed your hand again, bringing it into his lap and caressing over the metal he'd slid onto your knuckle two weeks ago.
You laid your head back on the headrest and gazed at him. The man that was your promised lover.
"Beautiful," he said. He looked up to you, eyes glancing from your gaze to your lips. "So beautiful."
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Gram
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Finnwolfhardofficial: my parents are finally getting married, thank you for all the sweet messages, we’ll be getting back to them as quick as possible xoxo 💐💐
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summary: A twelve year old Steve Harrington doesn't know what hit him harder. That stupid football, or that smile of yours.
contents: mentions of neglect, YEARNING, mild cursing, steve crashing out internally, childhood friends to strangers to lovers… steve being an idiot, FLUFF!!!
word count: 4.9k
a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS IS KINDA LONG, first fic i cant help but yap🥲 might make this a multi-chapter thing! just so it won't be toooo long ;) need enough space just for the summer letters between these two <3
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Steve Harrington would never consider himself to be a loser.
He considers himself far from it actually, for most things in his life he likes to think that he holds an effortless charming approach to everything that people tend to admire.
Though, the one thing that knocks him off his wave isn’t sports, and it isn’t even his grades (though he must admit he isn’t doing the best there either). The one thing that he can never seem to get a hang of… is you.
He isn’t quite sure when it started, but if someone asked him, he’d probably say the day you left your mark on every fiber of his being would be April 2, 1978.
SPRING BREAK 1978 (APRIL 2ND)
“Steven! Time for lunch! Don’t make me call you in again!” a shrill voice yells out into the backyard
With a roll of his eyes, Steve pulls himself up the pool ladder to head inside, not because he wanted to eat, but more-so because he really gets tired of Maggie the Naggie. That’s his third nanny of the year, his least favorite from the bunch. He gets she means well, but boy can she really go at it.
Wet footprints follow him into the sizeable dining room, a squelch can be heard from his wet swim shorts as he sits at the end of the lengthy table. Sometimes he wonders why his parents got such a big table when they’re hardly ever home to eat dinner here anyway. Twelve perfectly varnished oakwood chairs, but only one seems to be more worn than the rest.
“Maggie, I’m gonna head out in a bit” he manages with a mouthful of eggs
“Where are you going? You know you’re not supposed to go places alone, what if something happens to you” the older lady says as she eyes him, hands steadying their motions as they wipe down dishes
“Did my parents tell you that?” he scoffs as he pours himself a glass of apple juice, “We both know they don’t give a damn where I go, plus it’s Hawkins, nothing happens here” he says between sips.
“Your parents care about you, Steven” she says sternly, carrying the clean dishes to the cupboard, turning her back to him.
“Yeah, they can tell me that themselves when they find the time” he tries to laugh, but it feels empty. Composing himself he tries to argue, “I’ll be back before 4:30, just in time to wash up before dinner”
The older woman sighs, turning back to face him. “4:30 sharp? Not a minute more?” with a raised eyebrow.
Steve pulls out his secret weapon, he smiles in a certain way that makes his cheeks look fuller, he thinks the ladies dig it. Well, older ladies do…
Maggie coos, “Alright then, you got me. Not a minute less, Steven” she warns as she takes away his empty plate and glass. “Hurry and wash up then, you smell like pool” she nags with the clinking of dishes.
—
Steve runs down the stairs grabs a baseball cap off of the rack before making his way out, “Bye Maggie, be back soon!” he yells out into the house before shutting the door. Not bothering to take the time to listen to what the older woman yelled out after him. He gets on his bike and makes his way to the park.
Popularity has always followed Steve around, well so far it has. Nearing 7th grade, he finds himself being admired already. It feels nice to be paid attention to. He recently became friends with Tommy Hagan, who he can admit is kind of an asshole, but the other kids seem to think he’s cool. So as the people pleaser he is, Steve spared no time in accepting Tommy’s invitation to hang out today in the hopes of trying to climb the rather short social ladder that exists in the 6th grade.
The park has more kids than usual, they probably wanted to hang out after church, considering it is the last day before school starts again tomorrow.
Ditching his bike at the racks, he makes his way to Tommy Hagan who’s been waving him over.
“About time, Harrington!” Tommy snarks as he playfully shoves Steve. Three other boys surround Tommy, Steve can’t be bothered to try to remember their names.
“Dave brought his new football” adds Tommy, “How bout’ a game of catch, first one to drop it owes the rest some milkshakes” he smirks as the other three boys jeer in agreement. “You’re on” challenges Steve as they jog over to one of the clear areas of the park.
While the ball gets thrown around, Steve notices a white moving van pull up to one of the houses facing the park. A navy blue Ford country following closely behind it. He snaps back into focus as he sees the football nearing his peripheral, he manages to catch it with a little fumble.
“C’mon, Harrington! Better pay attention or you owe us smoothies!” one of the boys taunt as they get ready for the next throw. Steve laughs as he fakes a throw towards Tommy, which causes him to stumble back a little.
His eyes drifted back to the household, he sees that a woman and two kids got out of the blue Ford, and a man was unloading the moving van. One of the kids catch his eye, a girl, most probably same age as him, holding what seems to be her little brother in her arms with great care. A radiant smile on her face as she talks with her mother. That smile could take out an army, Steve can’t help but be infected by the laugh that comes out of her mouth, a small smile making its way onto his face as well.
“Harrington! Think fast!” he hears before the football hits him square in the jaw, knocking him backwards into a wooden bench where he bumps his head.
“Oh shit! Dude, are you okay?” Tommy says trying to stifle a laugh, “Could’ve dodged that if you kept your head in the game” one of the other boys laughed as he grabbed the football as Steve still laid on the ground.
Ignoring the aching pain in his jaw and the back of his head, he tries to push himself using his elbows, annoyed that none of his ‘friends’ bothered to help him up.
“Yeah, should’ve paid more attention, I got the milkshakes” he says as he rubs the back of his head trying to ease the ache.
“You’re the shit, Harrington!” Tommy H. says as he claps a hand on his shoulder before running back to position to continue the game without him.
He sits in pain for a while, he doesn’t know how long but at some point Tommy and the other boys decided to forget about him and run off to play baseball at one of their backyards.
He scoffs and thinks about how he could’ve stayed at home instead. Still rubbing the back of his head and jaw at the same time, his mind wanders off to the girl he saw earlier, he wonders if he’ll see her at school tomorrow.
It was if the heavens heard his wish when he heard a gentle voice cut through his thoughts, “Hey, are you alright? I brought you some cold water and a towel, our ice isn’t fully hardened yet since my dad just plugged in the refrigerator.”
Steve squints up, the sun casting a glare in his vision, but once his eyes focus he realized that he was being spoken to by his cause of injury. His heart does a little backflip when he finally sees your smile up close, he can’t tell if he feels lightheaded because of hitting his head or if it was your eyes looking at him with such care, though it was most definitely the former, he likes the say it was the latter.
No one would expect to feel such big emotions at twelve years old.
“I think you hit your head pretty hard there, did it make you lose your hearing?” you joke lightly as you slowly crouch down to sit with him on the ground. Long pale pink skirt getting stained with dirt, though you didn’t seem to mind at all.
Steve struggles to get a sentence out, embarrassed that a cute girl watched him eat dirt. You laugh as you listen to him stammer, dipping the towel into the cold water and handing it to him.
“Maybe start with giving me your name, don’t think you can mess that up” you smile, that smile again, even though he was already sitting on the ground he could still feel his knees go weak.
Bringing the cold towel to the back of his head, he lets out a sigh of relief from the sensation. “I’m Harrington, Steve Harrington.” he manages not quite meeting your gaze.
“Harrington?” you scrunches your nose. Steve raises his eyebrow, he’s never had such a reaction to his last name before.
“What’s wrong with my name?” he says dubiously, still holding the cold towel to the back of his head.
“Well, you just don’t look like a Harrington. But, you definitely seem like a Steve” you say playfully, holding up the cold glass of water up to him.
Steve furrows his eyebrows at you, glancing at the glass, dipping the towel back in to cool it off. “What’s your name then, since you’re such an expert” he says with a smile.
Something in him lights up as he hears your laugh up close, he hears your name roll of your tongue, now he understands why you’re such an expert. Your name matches you perfectly.
He repeats your name back to you with a smile, “Your friends are kind of assholes for leaving you here” you add as you look around the emptying playground.
“Yeah, I know they are” he tries to laugh but winces at the pain reverberating through the back of his head. He feels a killer headache awaiting him tomorrow.
“Do you go to Hawkins Middle School?” you ask him, eyeing his furrowed brows, you fumble with your pockets looking for something and grab his hand to put it in his palm.
Confused, Steve raises an eyebrow at you, ignoring the way he feels his skin heat up at your touch. He looks at his palm to see two tablets.
“That’s ibuprofen… I kinda figured you might need it soon, but I totally recommend you go see a doctor, you might have a concussion or something” you ramble looking away from his gaze.
“Concussion?” he repeats, trying to figure out what that meant. He didn’t want to seem like a total dunce in front of you so he just agreed, “Yeah, totally probably definitely have a concussion, maybe…” he adds.
“And I do go to Hawkins Middle, are you going there too?” he answers your previous question, stuffing the tablets in his jacket pocket.
“Yeah, I’m starting tomorrow!” you look back at him excitedly, “I was kind of nervous since it is technically almost the end of the school year, I figured it would be harder to make real friends this late” you sighed. “But good thing you got hit on the head!” you joke as you playfully bump his shoulder, apologizing when he squints his eyes and winces at the movement.
“Well, since you saved my ass today, I’ll save yours tomorrow then” he says with a smile, “I can show you around, show you the ropes” he tries cooly. Immediately regretting how cringey that sounded coming out of his mouth.
You probably thought the same with the way you laugh at his statement, something in him buzzes at the sound of your laugh. He can’t help but smile when you smile.
“I’ll take you up on that offer, Steve” you say with a grin, a voice yells out your name behind you. “Sweetie! Time to help your mom with dinner!” your dad calls out into the park.
Looking at Steve apologetically, “I didn’t realize it was 4:00 already” you say standing up from the dirt. You hold out your hand to him, he looks up at you confused, “Well are you gonna spend the night on the ground?” you raise an eyebrow at him.
Now understanding your gesture he quickly takes your hand to pull himself up. There it is again, that warm buzz of your skin on his.
“You better head home too, Steve.” you say to him as you look around the ground around you, bending down to pick up his Cubs hat covered in red dirt. Dusting it off before meeting his curious gaze. He slowly puts out his hand expecting you to hand it to him, but is surprised to find his heart stuttering when you carefully place it back on his head yourself.
The smile you give him after that is fully ingrained into his brain, he thinks that in this moment, he could look directly into the sun but it still would not compare with how bright your smile is.
All he can manage to say during his inner turmoil is a small, “Thanks” his pre-pubescent voice cracking around the edges. He watches you pick up the towel and glass of now lukewarm water, “Next time, I’ll invite you over for dinner, just gotta finish unpacking” you sigh.
“Bye, Steve! See you tomorrow!” you say as you turn to head back to your house. Your father already calling your name a second time.
Wanting to get the last word, “Thanks for helping with my- uh- percussion!” he says hurriedly. Fuck, was that the right word?
“Concussion!” you yell back, not looking back behind you as you wave him off with the back of your hand.
He feels he will never recover. From the football? No that’s long forgotten. From you? You just gave him a concussion for the rest of his life.
Looking down at his dirtied watch, he realizes it’s 4:18, it takes ten minutes to get home. Ignoring the pounding in his head, he gets there in eight minutes, just enough time to dodge another nag session from Maggie.
Also, enough time for him to reflect on how he thinks a football just made him fall in love with a random girl.
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From then on, you and Steve became fast friends. With only a month left to the school year, you two were attached by the hip. Sure, you made other friends, but Steve was your most constant.
A year went by, his feelings grew. He always catches himself looking for you in the hallways during breaks, passing you notes full of nonsense during the classes you have together, and going out of his way to get you the juice you like during lunch before everybody else gets to it.
More time passes, you just became even more radiant from the day he met you. You were so sweet, never failing to make everyone around you feel cared for. He thanks the heavens every single day for letting him experience you.
Getting teased by all his friends about how soft he gets for you, he couldn’t bring himself to mind, he just loved spending time with you.
What he loved even more was that it seemed that you liked spending time with him too. Waiting for him at the school entrance because he gets to school later than you, making extra sets of notes for him because you knew he never really paid attention during class, and inviting him over for dinner every sunday.
For once in his life Steve felt wanted.
Now it’s the summer before sophomore year, you decided to join an all girls summer camp, despite Steve’s protests. This is will be the longest he will have to go without seeing you since you got chicken pox last year. (That was the most devastating week and a half of his life)
“Come on, you can’t just leave me here” he pouts while you pack your suitcase trying to hold in your laughter. He huffs as you eye him with your hands on your hips.
“Stevie, it’s only for a two months, you won’t even notice I’m gone” you roll your eyes as you turn around to dig into your closet.
“Trust me, I’m definitely gonna notice” he mumurs as he stares at the back of your head sadly. Just thinking of you being away for that long made his heart ache, he won’t act clueless as to why. He loves you, with every inch of his fifteen year old heart.
“At least it’s an all girls camp” he sighs absentmindedly, turning your head around you eye him, “So what if it’s an all girls camp?” you ask as you slowly turn your body to face him fully.
Realizing how his previous statement could have sounded to you, he stumbled over his words to try to salvage an excuse. “You know- Well- Boys are gross? Phew good riddance right?” he scoffs as his cheeks turn warm under your gaze. “Yeah you’re definitely gross” you laugh as you throw a sweater at him.
His eyes dart away from you trying to regain his composure. But if he just let his eyes stay with yours for a little bit more, he wouldn’t have missed the knowing smile that flashed across your face.
The sun sets as you two immerse yourselves in conversation. Steve tried his best to ignore the tug in his heart every time he remembered that you would be leaving by tomorrow morning.
Setting aside the packed bags, you huff from exhaustion and throw yourself onto your bed, landing right next to Steve’s sock-clad feet as he rests against your headboard.
Steve mopes and fiddles with the loose thread on the sweater you previously threw, you nudge his arm with your foot to get him to look at you, “Don’t be all pouty on our last day, dickhead” you say as you try to comfort him.
He huffs and pretends to throw a fit as he looks out your bedroom window watching the sun set further. After a pause, he murmurs “Can you promise that you won’t forget about me?” still looking out the window.
You nudge him with your foot again, “I’ll only be gone for a few months” you say as you laugh at his solemn expression. Noticing how his face didn’t lift, you add “As long as you don’t forget me, Steve.” as you smile at him.
“I couldn’t even if I tried” he replies gently, looking at you in a way that you can’t name. You could tell he was being genuine, but also that there was also something more there, you just couldn’t place what. Well, maybe not right now.
You smile, abruptly sitting up to face him which startles him enough that he jumps a little. “Pussy” you giggle at him as you pinch his side, you lean over him to reach the drawer of your side table. Your shoulder brushes against his chest and he feels it stop his heart, he could smell your shampoo from the top of your head just a few inches away. God, he was whipped.
His trance was shattered when you grab something and quickly sit back up to face him, tugging his hand toward you and wiggling something onto his wrist. “What are you doing?” he laughs as you slip what it seems to be a bracelet, shades of blue and white thread braided together.
“What’s this for? Where’d you get it?” he asks as he admires it, its a bit delicate for his taste but anything that comes from you is a treasure to him. “Lots of questions there, Harrington” you joke as you slip on a bracelet of your own onto your wrist as well, now yours was like Steve’s but the roles of blue and white were reversed, there was more white than blue but they were braided together nonetheless.
“It’s for us, I guess they’re kinda friendship bracelets… But I wouldn’t consider us friends, you’re definitely more than that to me”, you say while placing the two of your wrists side by side. Steve feels his heart melt at your words, he could only hope you felt the way he did, but he can’t risk losing what you guys had just from assuming.
“So like best friends?” he adds nervously as he glances up to meet your eyes, you pause as you look at him, feeling your heart tug. Honestly, you still wouldn’t call it that either, you know you love Steve more than anything but is it completely platonic? The way he makes you feel is different than what you feel for your other guy friends, that’s for sure, but now all you can do is slowly nod.
“Yeah… I guess” you smile softly at him. If Steve knew better he would’ve noticed the way the curve of your lips dont quite meet your eyes, but he doesn’t know better quite yet.
Moving to sit next to Steve against your headboard, now the two of you were shoulder to shoulder, “Don’t worry your big head about it too much, Steven” you say gently, nudging his shoulder. Before Steve can retort, he feels a weight on his shoulder and glances to see you resting your head on it, giving him the sweetest softest smile. He feels his heart soar.
“You know I hate when people call me that.” he says slowly not breaking your gaze, he feels the heat across his cheeks. you laugh gently, “Well I’m not people.” Then, he feels your arms circle around his waist, hugging him tight. Your head now under his chin and he feels you let out a content exhale. He doesn’t waste any time to return the hug, wrapping his arms around you, “You definitely aren’t” he mumbles into your hair.
A few knocks resound from your bedroom door, “Come in” you call out unmoving from your position against Steve’s chest. “Honey, dinner’s ready-“ your mother was cut off from the sight before her. Steve couldn’t help but give her a sheepish smile, unsure if she would approve of the situation.
Your mother gives him a sincere smile back, his body relaxes when he realizes she didn’t mind at all. “We’ll be right down” your muffled voice replied. She laughs, “Don’t take too long, the food s’gonna get cold, I’m talking to you too, Steve” she points her finger in his direction before retreating back out the door. “Yes Ma’am!” Steve yelled out before she shut it.
He rubs your arm as if to wake you, “You heard her” he whispers. When you don’t respond he resorts to gently shaking you, “Hey, are you good?” He asks gently, trying to angle his face down to get a look at you. “Yeah, I’m just taking my time” you finally say, voice still muffled.
He can’t help but snort at your behavior. You are absolutely everything to him.
Finally you untangle you arms from around him and sit up, he notices your eyes were slightly puffy and gasped incredulously, “Holy shit, are you crying” he couldn’t help but smile at your state. “Yeah, but don’t let it get to your head, asshole” you retort as you wipe at your eyes with your hands, still sniffling.
Now, Steve could feel a tinge of burning in his eyes as well. You looked so sad looking at him with your glassy eyes, he feels his chest swell with emotion. “You were the one telling me to calm down earlier, now look at you.” He laughs as he sniffles back a tear.
“Well, that was before I realized I won’t be here for your birthday” you say voice wavering slightly as you feel emotion get caught in your throat. “Geez, I think your period is coming, dude” He laughs pulling you into another hug. “How did you know?” You laugh as fresh tears run down your cheeks. “And I don’t mind if you miss my birthday, sure I’ll probably be pretty bummed, probably super bummed but as long as you have fun, I’ll be happy” he says wiping the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs.
You feel your heart burn with affection at the gesture, it’s moments like this when you mean what you said earlier. Steve is so much more to you than a friend, you could only wonder what he thinks. You then reach out wipe a single tear that escaped his eye, he can’t help but follow your finger but he managed to let his gaze land on your lips. His fifteen year old brain just about short-circuits when he realizes how closed the two of your faces are.
“I think it’s time for dinner, Stevie” you say, snapping him out of it. The look on your face makes him realize that you definitely caught him. His cheeks feel red hot when he coughs awkwardly, “Yeah, yup, yes” he says quickly clambering off of the bed, immediately making a beeline for the door.
You love this weirdo.
After dinner, you saw Steve out to his bike, he thinks his dad’s getting him a car for his birthday next month. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised, it’s the least they could do for him at this point.
“You know what, I’m still coming over when you’re gone. I can not miss out on your Mom’s steak and potatoes.” He says before he lets out a burp. You scrunch your nose in disgust and nudge him with your shoulder with a huff.
Now he’s standing in front of you in the middle of your lawn, rocking a little on his heels. “So… I guess this is goodbye?” He says gently. “It’s see you later, Steven. I’m not going off to war” you say deadpan, trying to disguise your sadness terribly. He huffs out a small laugh at your retort.
He takes a few steps forward and doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you again in a hug, it gets so surprising how tall he gets over a few months. You wouldn’t be shocked if he absolutely towered over you when you get back.
“Promise you’ll write?” You say gently into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle. “Of course, dude. Not like I got anything else to do with you gone.” He laughs into your hair. “Good.” He feels you smile against him.
After a pause he hears you call out his name. “Yeah?” He asks, letting go of you now, allowing him to look at your face now. Your face is flushed, with a mischievous grin on your face. “What is it?” He continues, furrowing his brows at your expression.
“Can you lean in your ear for me real quick, I got something to tell you” you say, trying to stifle your grin. “But we’re the only ones out here” he laughs unsure, not really trusting your intentions. He honestly thinks you might bite his ear off. “I’m not gonna bite your ear off if that’s what you’re thinking.” You add as you roll your eyes.
Steve huffs out a laugh at your ability to read his mind effortlessly. He hesitates but finally lets himself bend down to let you reach his ear, turning his head to the side so you could just say what you wanted. He feels the hair raise on the back of his neck when your breath fans slightly against his ear. Getting flustered, he impatiently prompts you to hurry, “Well?”
He feels the soft air of your laugh, before he hears, “Don’t hang out with Tommy Hagan too much” you giggle into his ear. He furrows his brows, head still turned to the side. He thinks you’re going to continue on since that can’t be the only thing you want to say. After a few seconds of silence, he asks confused, “Is that it? That wasn’t even a big deal-“ before he could fully turn his head back to face you, he feels you place a kiss onto his cheek.
He feels every nerve ending in his body explode.
Goosebumps travel down his neck down to every other part of his body. His heart stutters when he realizes it isn’t a quick peck either. After a few seconds he feels the warmth leave his cheek as you pull away.
Head still frozen to the side, it takes your fingers to pull his chin back towards you for him to look at you again. You giggle when you see that his face looked as reddened as your face felt.
“I’ll see you in August, Harrington. Please behave” you say as you dropped your hand and started walking backwards, smiling at his lost expression. Trying to find his words, he stutters, “See yo- Good- Yea-, Goodnight” his voice cracking at the last syllable.
You laugh as you wave goodbye, finally turning around to jog back into your home. Only glancing back at him when you open your front door. Giving him that same smile that always knocks him off his feet.
When you enter your house, Steve is still left reeling in your front yard. He lifts a hand to where you left the kiss, feeling his face still hot to the touch. Looking up to your bedroom window, hoping to see you one last time, but seeing the lights shut off. As much as he felt disappointed, he could still feel a lovesick grin forming on his face as he turned around to pick up his bike.
“August better be quick” he whispers to himself as he pedals home.
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Summary : An exhausting day with your toddler get saved by your husband.
Warnings : FLUFF; angst; dad!joe; no mention of y/n; toddler is a girl; crying; let me know if i missed something, possible grammatical errors, proofread
Lillie talks : Thank you so much for this request ! 💕 Let’s ignore the fact that I’m terrible at summary’s.. Read more of my work here : masterlist. Request are always open, feel free to ask anything !
English is NOT my first language, sorry if i wrote wrong !! c:
You were standing in the middle of your living room, catching your breath after running after your two years old daughter that clearly didn’t wanted to go to bed. And running with a 7 months-pregnant belly wasn’t the best thing to do. For the past hour, you’d negotiated the bath to your toddler for forty minutes, washing her took the other twenty, and when you told her that is was time for bed, you only got the time to put on her a diaper before she started sprinting down the hallway, giggling hysterically.
“Sweetheart…” you sighed, one hand supporting your lower back, “Come here, baby.”
“No !” She giggled before disappearing into another room. You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly.
This day has been tiring and it wasn’t done yet. It started with your child crying because her banana broke in half and fell on the floor. Then because you gave her the green cup instead of the pink one. She’d refused her nap because she was "not tired" and then cried because she was tired. She screamed into the fan because it was making her have a funny voice.
She wasn’t really the kind of child who does stupid things every time, who screams everyday, she was in fact the calmest toddler ever. But there was some day where she would completely loose her mind and forget all the rules. And with her moving around the entire day, you haven’t got the time to do all the choirs you had to do. The apartment looks a mess and you didn’t had any energy left to clean it up.
Joe had texted you an hour ago that he’ll be home soon, you really hoped that he would be home soon. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Your back ached, so were your hips, your feet were swollen and you had the cardio of an old lady. Chasing her around the house was an impossible thing to do.
Usually she would’ve already been into bed at this hour, probably already sleeping. Putting on her pajamas was the easiest thing to do for a big sleeper like her. But today wasn’t the day, she was still full of energy and sleeping wasn’t her priority anymore.
Tiny footsteps past you again, you quickly turned around, grabbing her by surprise. Finally having her in your arms. But surprisingly, she was strong and you, completely out of force. She fought between your arms and accidentally kicked your belly, making you loose your grip on her. Your arms instantly wrapped around yourself as you watched her disappear again with an other giggle.
“You didn’t catch me !” She laughed from the room next to you.
You grabbed the kitchen counter with one of your hand to steady yourself. Then your baby kicked in, probably a reaction from the sudden hit. You rubbed your belly softly and a short exhausted sound left your mouth as your eyes stung.
“No, no…” you told yourself, trying not to cry, “Don’t cry, it’s okay.” You took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before walking toward the room your daughter was in.
But as soon as she heard your footsteps coming down the hallway, she ran past you again with another burst of giggles. You looked after her helplessly.
“Honey.. please.” You felt tears threatening again.
You loved her more than anything, of course, and she wasn’t being bad she is just a baby still. But today had drained every ounce of patience you had. You pressed your lips together, trying so hard not to cry from overwhelming.
But then the front door unlocked, “Hey girls, I’m hom-” He started before stopping immediately when she ran in his legs, “Daddy !” she screamed while hiding behind his legs, still giggling.
But then his eyes found you. You were out of breath and about to cry, your hair were messy and your hand held your belly.
“I can’t..” you whispered, “She won’t let me dress her and I physically can’t do this anymore.” Your voice cracked on the last word. You quickly turned around and went to your room.
You sat on the edge of your bed as tears began falling down your cheeks. You could see Joe in the living room, he was kneeling in front of your daughter, holding her hands and rubbing them with his thumbs.
“Baby, you should listen to mommy.” He started quietly, “I know that you don’t want to go to bed right now, but mommy’s really tired today and it would be great if you listened to her.” She slowly nodded. “You promise you will go to bed ?”
“Yea…” She said quietly with a soft voice.
“Great.. Now go apologize to mommy.” He gently tapped her back.
Tiny footsteps erupted in your bedroom as she entered the room before stopping in front of you, “I’m sorry mama.” She said quietly before hurrying in your arms.
You wrapped your arms around her, resting your head on hers, “It’s okay, baby.” You said quietly between two small sobs.
When she pulled back, joe grabbed her arms, crouching next to her. “Now go to your room, i’m coming to sing you a song.” She nodded again before running to her room.
Joe finally glanced up at you and kneeled between your legs, both of his hands grabbing your hands. His thumb brushed your knuckles slowly.
“I look pathetic.” You said quietly with a small laugh.
“No you don’t, you’re just tired.” You grinned softly. “What do you think if I run you a bath ?”
You nodded, “Yeah that would be great.” your smile widened.
Joe smiled softly, before standing up and reaching for your face. Then he gently wiped your tears away and gave you a kiss in the forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He said quietly, giving you another kiss and disappearing in the hallway.
Like promised, Joe put your baby to sleep, sang her a song and read a small story. Then he ran you a hot bath. A few minutes later he came back into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He found you exactly where he left you, but you weren’t crying anymore.
He didn’t say anything, he just sat beside you before taking your feet into his lap and starting to gently massage them. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes as your head fell back.
“You need some rest.” Joe said quietly.
“Yeah. I know.” You opened your eyes and glanced toward him. He was looking at you like he always did, even after 6 years of relationship.
Tired tears fell down your cheeks again, you sniffed.
He gently set your feet back on the ground, before standing up, “Now come on, your bath’s ready.” He helped you stand up and guided you to the bathroom.
After taking off your clothes, you settled into the hot water before asking Joe to come with you. You made some space behind you for him to take. His arms instantly wrapped around you from behind and you leaned into his touch. The back of your head rested on his shoulder, your eyes closed while Joe massaged your back softly.
He gently kissed your temple, “You’re such an incredible mom.”
“But I cried because I couldn’t catch her.”
Joe shook his head, “You cried because you’d to take care of her for the entire day and you’re seven months pregnant.” He said quietly.
You began to cry again, quietly this time. You closed your eyes and leaned into Joe’s touch again.
“I’m gonna stay here tomorrow, so you can rest.”
“You don’t have to.”
“But I want to.”
You smiled through the quiet tears. For the first time all day, you allowed yourself to simply lean against your husband and enjoy the hot water relaxing your body. You listened to the peaceful silence that came afterwards, and nothing else existed in the world anymore.
i was supposed to post this after i finish my neighbour series but i just couldn’t wait🥲
When your boyfriend told you that he will be modeling for Calvin Klein, you felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. You encouraged him to do it a few times before, and he finally listened to you. He could never say no to you.
“Wait but what, is it gonna be an advertisement for a perfume or clothing?” you asked him.
“Clothing babe, underwear” he winked at you.
Oh my god, you thought to yourself. Underwear!? By thinking about it you could feel your cheeks heat up.
“Underwear?” you asked.
“Yes underwear” he chuckled, seeing you get flustered
You always got turned on when Joe wore his Calvin Klein boxers, and now him, modeling and getting professionally photographed with them? You were getting so turned on by the thought.
“Oh” is what all you managed to say “You can’t do that to me”
“What babe I didn’t mean-“
“No you know how turned on I get by seeing you in them, and now a photoshoot? God help me I’m going to start levitating”
“Oh baby come here” he picked you up and placed you on his lap, tucking a curly hair strand behind your ear “I’m doing this for you” he said.
“For- for me?” you asked
“Mhm so when I’m away on tour, you could have those pictures to look at” he smirked, he always teased you so much.
“Joee” you hid your face in the crook of his neck, getting all shy. His cologne scent entering your nose making you almost roll your eyes. He smelled so good you would smell him 24/7 if you could.
“Hey now don’t get shy” he laughed, stroking your hair and your back. Tracing his fingers down your spine, he knew you loved that.
“When’s the photoshoot?” you asked
“Tomorrow”
You lifted your head from his neck “Tomorrow?” you asked
“Yeah would’ve told you sooner but i found out an hour ago”
“Joseph you will kill me one day”
He chuckled and pulled you close for a cuddle. His warm body radiated comfort. You both loved cuddling and even did it before your first kiss. There was something about the way Joe made you feel, you never really found the right words for it, but you sure felt it.
Today you were left alone in your shared apartment with Joe, he left early in the morning to go at the studio for the photoshoot.
The whole entire day you thought about it, how will Joe look in the pictures, what pose will he do. The thoughts in your mind didn’t stop.
Two hours later you heard the front door open, meaning Joe was home. Your cat quickly ran to the door out of curiosity see who it was.
“Honey I’m home!” Joe yelled from the hallway, walking into the living room. You were sat on the couch, binge watching a show.
You saw Joe holding a big envelope in his hand and a bag with “Calvin Klein” written on it. What was he bringing you?
“Heyy how did it go?” you asked, he approached you and leaned in for a deep kiss.
“Honestly perfect” he smiled “I have surprises for you” he placed the bag on the table and the envelope on your lap.
“Joe what is this?” you asked, picking up the envelope.
“Open it” he smiled.
You slowly started opening the envelope, it looked like it had pictures inside of it.
Pulling out the first picture, It’s Joe, in a white tank top and white Calvin Klein underwear. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the picture. He was sat on a high chair with his arms crossed on his chest, making his biceps more visible.
“Oh my-“ you whispered, eyes glued to the picture.
“Look at the next one” Joe said.
Flipping through the next picture, you froze. Joe now laying on the floor, with his hands tangled in his hair, and this time shirtless. Wait a minute, his chest hair is gone.
“Joe.”
“What?”
“Where is your chest hair, and the happy trail too?” you asked.
(Joe never wanted to shave them, he knew how much you liked them and the turn on they were for you. But the team said that he had to.)
“Oh um they told me to shave it” he explained
“Joseph David Keery” you said in a serious tone
“Baby I know but i had to, but there’s another surprise for you in the photos just keep on looking” he said.
You grabbed the end of his t shirt and lifting it upwards to check. And holy shit he was smooth as a baby’s butt.
You looked at 5 more pictures each had a different pose.
One where he was sitting on a chair with his hands behind his head and legs spread, his muscles and veins on his arms popping out making your brain fog, a slight smirk on his lips.
Two where he was facing the camera with his back, slightly looking behind, you could see how perfect his nose was at this angle. His moles across his back, that you spend tracing them as constellations every night.
Three where he was standing and pretending to fix the underwear, the waistband exposing his v line.
And now for your favourite ones. The ones Joe saved for you, with his chest hair and happy trail.
Four his hand on his chest while he looked to the side, his fingers resting in between the hairs, while the happy trail travelled down to his black boxers.
And Five where his hair was wet, water droplets resting on his whole body. He was in a bathroom leaning against the counter. His hair was way darker because of the water, defining his chest perfectly.
“Oh my god” you said, your eyes still glued to the pictures. You couldn’t believe it. He looked so handsome.
“You like them baby? he asked
“Like them? I’m gonna frame them up in our room and look at them every morning and night”
Joe laughed “Okay now look what’s inside the bag”
“Oh that okay” you placed the photos on the table and grabbed the bag.
“What’s inside?” you asked him.
“Open and find out yourself” he smirked
Removing the paper wrap from the bag, you saw two pieces of underwear.
A Calvin Klein bra and panties. Both black and the waistband was white where it said Calvin Klein.
“Where did you get these?” you asked, taking a look in them.
“They told me I could get two things for free, so I got them for you” he said softly. But there was nothing soft about the bulge in his pants.
“Thank you honey” You jumped to hug him “Now we’re gonna be matching” you said.
“Figured I’d buy you something so you don’t stay mad at me for getting shaved”
“Oh trust me I am still pissed off about that” you replied.
“Go on and try them on I want to see you” Joe said, his hands cupping your face
“Hmm I don’t know If you will get that easy access” you teased him.
“I- what do you mean?” he asked
“You’ll see” you quickly kissed him on the lips and jogged to your bedroom to get dressed.
Trying on the underwear, it fit you like a glove. How did Joe even get the right size? The underwear rested perfectly on your hips, and the back was a little bit like a thong. He knew what he was buying.
The bra cupped your breasts perfectly, you always struggled finding the perfect bra, but Joe might’ve just found it for you.
You decided to tease him, he won’t get what he wants, not yet. He has to learn a lesson.
Walking out of the bedroom, when Joe saw you he froze at the sight. His eyes widened and he cleared his throat and feel his cock twitch.
“Honey” he managed to whisper
“You like it?” you twirled around, giving him a full 360 look.
“Babe I’m going to order 50 more sets of these” he breathed out. He stood up, walking towards you and wrapping his hands around your waist. But you walked backwards.
“Nuh huh Joseph, you’re grounded today”
“Wha- what do you mean?”
“You shaved your chest” you widened your eyes at him.
“But baby I had to”
“I know I know and that’s why you will face your punishment” you smiled, walking towards the kitchen island.
“What kind of punishment? What are you talking about?” he asked confused.
“You will see, go sit down on the couch”
He didn’t say anything, he quietly turned around and sat on the couch.
It was action time.
You poured yourself a glass of water, and walked towards the living room. You’re going to make his brain foggy.
Standing right in front of him, you placed the glass of water between your lips, drinking water. Then slowly you moved the glass by a little, making the water spill and land right at your breasts.
Bingo.
“Honey what-“ Joe asked confused. His pants did a horrible job at hiding his boner, like a really horrible job.
You had water drooling all over your chin and neck now, wiping it with the back of your hand while looking into his eyes.
“Take off your pants” you ordered.
Joe obeyed, standing up and unbuttoning them. Of course the boxers he wore were matching your underwear.
“Sit down” you ordered him again. He listened to you like a little puppy. Sitting down on the couch and spreading his legs out of habit.
You straddled his lap, he groaned when you sat right on top of his boner.
“Babe I-“
You placed your finger on his mouth “Shhh”
Grabbing the end of his shirt, you took it off, meeting his bare and smooth chest.
You see it looked good, he had a great body. But it’s not the same with the hair. He doesn’t have the happy trail and you would trail kisses down to every time he would have a bad day or was simply exhausted.
Trailing your fingers down on his chest, you could feel his muscles underneath tighten by your touch.
“Please-“ Joe whimpered.
“Please what baby?” you asked whispering.
“Touch me I- do something” he let out a whiny moan. His brain was already going foggy, the only thing he could feel was how hard his cock was.
You decided it was action time, you slowly rolled your hips forward, your pussy rubbing against his aching cock.
“Ooh my- god” Joe let out a shaky moan.
His hands gripped your hips hard, trying to make them move faster, but you moved slowly. Teasing him as much as you could.
“You like that don’t you?” you asked him, slowly leaving kisses on the right side of his neck.
“Yes yes please- don’t stop”
You continued dry humping him, although there was nothing dry here. Both of your underwears were soaking wet.
“What if…i…..stopped” You slowed down your movements.
“No sweetheart don’t” Joe’s head was thrown back, exposing his neck to you.
Your mouth attacked his neck, tongue swirling around his adams apple and tracing his exposed veins.
“Please do something baby please”
“Look at you so needy” you chuckled, now fastening your movements, and pressing your hips harder.
His hips buckled up, you could feel him poking your clit every time you moved.
“Will you repeat that mistake again Joe?”
He shook his head no, eyes shut and brows furrowed.
“I asked you a question, will you repeat it?”
“No no no no please I won’t never again” he whimpered.
“Good, I hope you learnt your lesson” you kissed his chest. Then you raised yourself up, removed your panties and his boxers.
His chest rose up and down fast, you could feel him twitch when you grabbed his cock, lining it up with your folds.
Joe looked at you with heavy lidded eyes and cheeks flush red. His knuckles turned white from gripping the pillow next to him.
“Tonight, I have control. You try to take over and I immediately stop” you whispered “You understand me?”
“Yes please just- let me feel you” he moaned.
You sank down on him, both of you moaning at the same time from just feeling each other.
Joe stretched you out, a lot. It always hurt first and then it was replaced by pleasure.
You started bouncing up and down on him, and rolling your hips in circles, making him go crazy.
“You’re so tight fuck”
His talk made you clench around him even more. You both were very close.
“You- ah feel so good” Joe moaned, his hand found your clit, circling it with his thumb.
“Yeah how about this?” you asked you raised yourself up and roughly slammed down on him.
“Fuck you’re evil”
“And you’re welcome”
Without thinking, you grabbed his biceps and bit into it. Leaving a mark with your teeth, then you gently sucked on it.
“Shit you’re unbelievable” he whimpered “Im close I can’t-“
“Gonna come? Is that how desperate you are?” you asked him
“Cmon do it for me” you encouraged him. You were close too. You could feel him in your stomach, it’s like he was rearranging all of your organs.
“Joe” you moaned out. Starting to feel overstimulated, your hips lost their rhythm while your orgasm was approaching faster than ever. And you could feel also Joe get close by how he squeezed his muscles.
One last roll and both of you were coming undone. Your orgasm made your eyes roll backwards while in the meantime Joe let out the loudest moan ever.
He filled you up so much to the point where it leaked everywhere.
“Joe-“ you whimpered
“I know baby I know shit- you feel heavenly” he pressed his forehead against yours.
“That was the hottest thing ever” He whispered “I won’t shave again but you could take control like this more often” he chuckled.
Summary:Some things just don't sit right with Steve, so, like any good boyfriend would, he fixes them.
You didn't tell people when your birthday was. Not because it was some big secret, but because you had just never seen the point. Growing up, it had slid past most years without even a mention, your mum working a double, your dad somewhere between 'gone' and 'gone for good', and by the time you were old enough to notice the pattern, you'd stopped expecting anything different. You learned to say, "It's not a big deal," before anyone else could say it for you. It was easier that way.
So when Steve asked, lying on his back on your bedroom floor with his feet up on the mattress and a bag of chips balanced on his stomach, you almost didn't answer honestly.
"When's your birthday?"
"Why?"
"Because I don't know it," he said, like that was an outrage. "We've been together, what, eight months? I know your middle name. I know you love to chew on ice, but I don't know your birthday."
"It's not a big deal," you said automatically.
Steve turned his head to look at you, chip halfway to his mouth. "Okay, but when is it?"
You told him. He didn't say anything else about it, just nodded, ate his chip, went back to complaining about his manager at the video store, and you thought that was the end of it.
It was not the end of it.
You should have known something was wrong when Robin started acting strange around you in early October.
Not wrong in a bad sense, just off. She'd get this look on her face sometimes, like she was doing complicated maths in her head, and then she'd remember you were standing there and paste on a smile that didn't quite fit.
"What," you said, the third time it happened, "is going on with you?"
"Nothing." She popped her gum. "Customers waiting."
You let it go because she was working and it was ninety degrees in the store despite it being almost November, and because Robin lying badly was one of her more endearing qualities, so much so that you didn't have it in you to push.
You didn't notice that Steve had started asking you weirdly specific questions. What kind of cake did you actually like, versus what you told people you liked when being polite. Whether you preferred small group gatherings or large ones. If you still had the mixtape Jonathan made you, the one with the song you'd mentioned, offhand, made you cry a little the first time you heard it.
You didn't notice, because Steve always asked you a lot of questions. That was just Steve. He asked like it mattered, like he was going to remember the answer for later, and you'd gotten so used to that particular kind of attention that you stopped clocking it as unusual.
That was the whole point, as it turned out. He was hiding in plain sight, behind the fact that he always looked at you like you were the most interesting thing in the room.
What you did notice was that Steve started disappearing.
You trusted him enough that it didn't make your stomach drop, not like the year prior, where anytime you lost track of Steve, you thought you might have lost him for good. This was smaller. Stranger. He'd say he was picking up an extra shift at the video store, and then Robin would mention, not thinking, that she hadn't seen him all night. He'd tell you he was helping his dad with something at the house, and then you'd call the house and his mum would say, absently, that Steve wasn't home.
"Are you cheating on me?" you asked him, mostly joking, as you lay against his chest in his car with the heat blasting because it was the first properly cold night of the season.
Steve went very still under you.
"What? No. Why would you-"
"I'm kidding, Steve."
"That's not funny." He sounded genuinely rattled, which almost made you feel bad. "Why would you even- no. God, no. I would never."
"I know." You pressed your face into his shoulder so he couldn't see you smiling. "You've just been weird lately. Sneaking around."
"I'm not sneaking around."
"You are a little bit."
He was quiet for a second too long.
"I'm not cheating on you," he said again, firmer, like he needed you to hear it twice. "I promise you that. Whatever else is going on, I promise you that."
You believed him. You just didn't understand what the "whatever else" was.
The lying got worse the closer it got to your birthday, which should have tipped you off, except your birthday had never been a marked date on your internal calendar. It came up on you sideways every year, a Tuesday like any other Tuesday, and this year was shaping up the same, except everyone around you had apparently developed a shared, badly concealed secret.
Robin cancelled on movie night. Dustin, when you ran into him at the arcade, went bug-eyed and made an excuse to leave but couldn't seem to bring himself to actually move. Nancy, of all people, called your house and asked what your favourite flower was, and when you asked why, she played it off as a questionnaire in Elle.
You brought it up to Steve on the Sunday before, the two of you in his kitchen while his parents were out of town again, like always.
"Everyone's being so weird," you said, stealing a piece of pepperoni off the pizza before he could stop you.
"Weird how?"
"You know how."
Steve's ears went pink. It was, you'd come to learn, his tell, the one thing about him that never learned to lie, even when the rest of him had gotten pretty good at it over the years, for reasons that weren't his fault.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Steve."
"I really don't."
"Are you planning something?"
"No," he said, too fast, then scrambled. "I mean- not- okay, I might be planning something, but it's not- you're not gonna get it out of me like this, so you can stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like that." He gestured at your whole face. "The thing where you look sad about it so I'll cave."
"I'm not doing that."
"You so are."
But he was smiling when he said it, soft at the edges, and he came around the counter, put his hands on your waist and kissed your forehead like he was trying to press something into you through the touch.
"You'll like it. That's all I'm gonna say. You're gonna like it, and I need you to just trust me. Can you do that? Just this once, no questions."
"That's very ominous for a boyfriend who claims not to be planning anything."
"Yeah, well." He kissed you again, right at your temple. "I never said I was a good liar."
Your birthday landed on a Thursday.
Steve picked you up at six, which was normal, dinner most Thursdays, some diner or another, nothing you'd think twice about, except he was wearing a real shirt that was tucked in, and he'd clearly put actual effort into his hair beyond his usual effortful effortlessness.
"You look nice," you said, sliding into the passenger seat. "We going somewhere fancy?"
"Just dinner." His hands were tapping relentlessly on the steering wheel. "You look really pretty, by the way. I don't think I said that yet."
"You say that every time you see me."
"Yeah, well, it's still true every time." He glanced over at you at a red light. There was something in his face you couldn't quite place. Nervous, maybe?
"Happy birthday."
"Thank you," you said, and meant it, even though the words still felt a little unfamiliar in your mouth, like they belonged to somebody else. "Nobody's said that to me today."
Something flickered across his face. Hurt, you decided, but it was gone before you could think about it for too long.
"Well. I'm saying it, and I'm going to keep saying it until you're sick of hearing it."
"I don't think I ever will."
He didn't answer that, just reached over and laced his fingers through yours on the console, and drove.
You noticed, eventually, that you weren't going toward any of your usual places for dinner. The road was narrowing, streetlights thinning out, trees pressing closer on either side.
"Steve. Where are we going?"
"You said you'd trust me."
"I don't remember agreeing exactly."
"It was close enough." He was smiling now, that wide, boyish smile that still, eight months in, did something unfair to your chest every single time. "Almost there. Just, close your eyes for the last part. Please? For me?"
You closed your eyes.
You felt the car slowly turn, gravel under the tyres, then stop. You heard his door open, felt the cold air rush in when yours did too, felt his hand find yours and guide you out, careful, like you were breakable.
"Okay," he said, his breath tickling your ear. "Open."
You opened your eyes.
It was the quarry, the overlook above it, the one you'd driven past a hundred times but never actually stopped at, tucked back off the main road where hardly anyone bothered to go once summer ended. Except it didn't look like an overlook anymore. It looked like something out of a film you'd have cried at.
There were lights strung between the trees, the same kind Steve had once complained about untangling for the Byers' Christmas display, threaded now through low branches in loose, glowing arcs. A blanket the size of a small country was spread across the clearing, weighted down at the corners with rocks, and on it: a mismatched collection of pillows you recognised from at least three different houses, a cooler, a boombox you knew for a fact belonged to Dustin, and a slightly lopsided cake with your name spelt in blue icing.
Robin was sat cross-legged on the blanket already, stealing icing off the cake with her finger. Dustin and Erica were bickering over the music options. Nancy and Jonathan stood close together near the cooler. Max and Lucas were curled up under one of the blankets. El stood wide-eyed at the lights like they were new and wonderful, which, to her, you supposed, they still were.
All of them turned to smile at the shocked look on your face.
"Surprise," Steve said quietly, just for you, his hand still wrapped around yours. "I know it's not... I know I didn't do the whole balloon drop thing, and it's not perfect."
"Steve."
"I just wanted it to actually mean something, you know? Not just a random party. I wanted-"
"Steve," you said again, your voice wobbling.
He looked at you immediately, only to find you crying, his expression softening in an instant. You took a breath, trying to catch up to your own feelings.
"You did all this?"
"Robin helped. Everybody helped. A lot. I didn't-"
He was rambling now, nervous in that particular way he got when he cared too much about something to trust himself to say it simply.
"I just knew nobody'd ever really done a birthday for you before. Not like this. I kept thinking... you only turn nineteen once. You don't get it back, and I don't want that for you whilst I'm around."
"You started this in October."
"October's when I started asking Robin for help hiding it, yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "I've kind of been planning it since the day you told me the date, if I'm honest."
"You've been planning my birthday for two months."
"When you say it like that, it sounds excessive."
"It is excessive."
But you were laughing now through the tears, and you pulled him down by the front of his stupid button-up shirt and kissed him, right there in front of everyone despite Dustin's and Robin's exaggerated gagging.
"It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. Nobody's ever Steve, nobody's ever done anything like this."
"Yeah, well." He said it lightly, but his eyes were wet too, and his hands hadn't left your face. "That's exactly why I did it. You deserve somebody remembering. Every year. Not just this one."
Robin, who had absolutely no respect for private moments, loudly cleared her throat.
"Okay, lovebirds. We made this cake, and Dustin's been trying to eat it for twenty-three minutes."
"I have not."
"You literally asked if birthday calories counted."
"They don't!"
"They absolutely do."
Steve laughed beside you, the sound warm and easy, and squeezed your hand once before leading you over.
The rest of the evening blurred together in the best way.
Everyone talked over one another. Robin insisted on telling the story of how Steve had nearly ruined the surprise by asking her, three separate times, if she thought you preferred vanilla or chocolate icing. Dustin admitted Steve had made him rewrite your birthday playlist because he'd accidentally put two breakup songs back-to-back. Max rolled her eyes through all of it while secretly smiling.
The cake leaned slightly to one side where the icing had started melting under the lights, but you didn't think you'd ever seen anything more beautiful.
You blew out the candles on the second try after the wind cheated the first.
Steve watched you the whole time.
Not the cake.
Not everyone else.
Just you.
Like he wanted to remember exactly what you looked like when you realised this day belonged to you.
Later, after the cake and after Dustin nearly set his sleeve on fire trying to relight a candle that kept blowing out, everyone slowly filtered home until it was just you and Steve left behind to fold up the blanket and pull down the lights, working in the kind of comfortable quiet that didn't need filling.
"Best birthday I've ever had," you said, looping a string of lights around your arm to keep it from tangling. "Not that there's a lot of competition."
"Don't say it like that."
Steve's voice had an edge of something serious underneath the teasing.
"Like it's sad."
"It is a little sad."
"Yeah."
He came and stood in front of you, taking the lights gently out of your hands and setting them down so he could hold both of yours instead.
"It is. And I can't fix all the ones you missed. I know that."
His thumbs rubbed absent circles over your knuckles.
"But I can make sure you never miss another one. That's... that's kind of the whole deal I'm offering, if you want it."
He smiled, small and almost shy.
"Every birthday from here on. I remember. I show up. Every year."
"That's a lot of birthdays to promise, Harrington."
"I'm aware."
He smiled again, and it was the soft one. The real one. The one you'd learned over eight months belonged only to you.
"I'm hoping for a lot of them."
You kissed him again, there in the dark with the quarry stretched out below you and half the lights still glowing gold in the branches overhead, and thought that maybe this was what it felt like: being remembered, being planned for, being someone whose birthday mattered enough that a boy would spend two months getting it right.
You only get one nineteenth birthday.
You were glad, in the end, that this was the one you got.
