REQUEST → @thecreelhouse , SUMMER BLURB PARTY
❝ 🌘 because of you prompt – angsty in-between at steve’s house post-upside down –* steve drives you home after vecna and cleans you up, but who’s gonna help him? | ( 1.2k – TW: blood, wounds, etc // steve harrington x reader, lovesick and a lil fluffy )
B A B Y L E T M E I N
🎶 even if the world don’t understand you, aquilo
Everything was a little hazy around the edges, soft in the low light of Steve’s parents’ room, your bare figures swimming in navy shadows and slivers of gold from the lamp on the nightstand. In any other circumstance this would feel different, charged, skin to skin on the bed and close enough to see the steady rising and falling of Steve’s breaths, but it wasn’t.
It felt like something between grieving and falling onto your knees in relief. Felt like gasping for air after being under water too long. Like you’d both lost something out there in the Upside Down and were leading each other through the dark, finding and feeling your way together.
Bent low over a box of medical supplies, Steve sorted through band-aids and rubbing alcohol, gauze and thread and needles – a first aid kit for monsters. He’d just finished cleaning and covering up the last cut on your back, hands sure and steady as he taped you up before carefully tucking the antibiotic ointment back into place.
The rush of adrenaline was long gone now, exhaustion creeping in around the edges of the bed as you sat knee to knee and cross-legged next to each other on the duvet. Steve had given you an old, oversized Journey tee to wear, the hem dancing just above your knees, but was shirtless himself. Wearing only a pair of old basketball shorts that hung low on his hips and you couldn’t help letting your eyes trail lazily over him.
Damp hair stuck messy across his forehead, a mark to match yours squeezing around his neck, his jaw half-cast in shadow – so stoic, so calm. His lashes were a long sweep over his cheek bones, gaze low in his lap, his lips twisted in concentration.
Pretty. So pretty. Even like this.
The muscles in his arm flexed as he spun the lid closed on the rubbing alcohol, his bare chest warm in the low light, like his skin held summer underneath it. You traced the bob of his Adam’s apple, the small tick of concentration in his jaw, soft slope of his shoulders, down, down, down, until your eyes caught on his shoulder blade.
Bright red.
An angry looking cut courtesy of a demobat or maybe the tangled vines that crept through the Creel house and it made your stomach knot with worry.
“Steve–” you started and it pulled his gaze up from his lap.
“Hm?” came out tired, but when he met your eyes and saw the furrow of your brow his own pinched together. “Oh–what is it? Your bandage?”
“No. It’s your shoulder blade,” you said softly, hand lifting to ghost over his back before pulling it back quickly.
He suddenly glanced away, nerves buzzing under his skin and shrugged it off, too casual for how bad it looked, “Oh, I’m okay.”
“Steve, it’s bleeding–”
“I’ll get it after I finish your stitches. Done it plenty of times.”
“But how can you reach–”
“Ah, I just turn around in the mirror and patch it up, it’s really no big deal. Don’t worry about me, Princess. I’ve had worse, it’s not impor–”
You grabbed his hand in yours, stopped him from digging out anymore supplies and he froze, the feeling of his fingers flexing against your palm making your heart stutter in your chest.
“Not important?” you finished his sentence for him, shaking your head, “Yes it is.”
Steve cleared his throat and tried to go back to finding a needle and thread, but you stopped him again and he listened this time.
“Let me help you…please?” you asked, meeting his gaze and his expression melted – soft, defeated.
“I just–it’s–it’s my job to take care of people, I gotta put them first because if I don't who's gonna make sure they're–”
“Steve,” you squeezed his hand, “It’s okay.”
And taking the box from him you let go of his hand and slowly moved around behind him, careful of your thigh, making sure to not bump the tape and gauze he'd pressed to it. Your eyes didn’t leave him, watching how his shoulders tensed, his pulse fluttering against his neck, the way he squeezed his eyes shut and tongue jammed into his cheek.
“It’s okay,” you said again and he nodded, eyes still closed.
“Okay,” he murmured.
Pulling a cotton ball from the supply box you uncapped the alcohol and wetted it, still watching. “This is probably gonna hurt,” you warned, eyes catching the way his hands balled into fists as he nodded quietly. Just get it over with. And when you pressed the cotton to his skin he sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, a low rumble groaning in his chest.
“Sorry,” you worried, but he looped his hand around his back and pushed it to your waist.
“I’m alright, keep going,” he said, eyes still squeezed shut.
And so you cleaned it, slow, easy, gentle, as he winced and tensed and groaned, gripped your waist like a life line as you washed the blood from his back, red turning pink until you could see the cut clearly.
It wasn’t as bad underneath it all and when you placed the last piece of tape over the corner of gauze you let your hand linger on his back, your fingers resting on the ridge of his shoulder blade.
“Thanks,” he murmured, finally turning on the bed to face you.
A tiny smile flickered at the corner of your lips, but it faded the longer you looked at him. “Why don’t you think you’re important too?” fell out before you could bite it back and your cheeks warmed when his eyes widened.
“Well, I guess I just…I’m the oldest and those kids need me and as long as they’re safe then…” he drifted off at the end, hand moving to rub at the back of his neck and you took his hand again.
“Who’s making sure you’re safe?”
And it quickly pulled his eyes back up to meet yours. Warm honey and burnt caramel, a muddied mixture of surprise and bewilderment and deep gratitude.
“I…” he started, but couldn’t finish and you reached up to tuck a lock of hair out of his face.
“You’re important too, Steve,” you said softly.
And your words struck him heavy, his throat squeezing around everything he wanted to say to you, blinking rapidly against the stinging in the corners of his eyes. He tried to will it away but knew it was no use and closed them tight, tears slipping between his lashes and down his cheeks.
“Okay,” he said, voice thick as he let you pull him close to settle into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping wide and warm around your waist.
And you sat like that there in the dark of the room, in the strange little bubble you’d created for yourselves out of vulnerability and trust, peeling back your layers and letting each other in. Seeing each other for the first time. Learning each other for who you really were.
A new start. A fresh start.
I’ll make sure you’re safe.
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sorta videogame music related since I sampled Ridge Racer 4 with Beyoncé but I just made this hour long summer party mix! I put a ton of love into this tropical mix with my favorite deepcuts and eight original remixes! check out this cool DDR style preview, hope y'all enjoy and have a great summer!!!
this tropical mix is made to loop!
🔱 = remix by me
Lone - Breeze Out
Quadron - LFT
Calvin Harris ft. Ayah - Let Me Know
Tokimeki Records -
Summer is here and so is my annual mixtape full of effervescent, sunny new jams to blast loud while your making all your summer memories! So whether you're a Charly, Carly or Charli, click here to listen to this mix in its entirety via Spotify or Apple Music. Enjoy!
SUMMER (OR WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE) VOL. 15
01. Vampire Weekend - Mary Boone
02. DJ Sabrina The Teenage DJ - Honey
03. Sea Lemon - Vaporized
04. Carly Rae Jepsen - Psychedelic Switch
05. Middle Kids - Dramamine
06. Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso (Working Late Remix)
07. Maribou State - Blackoak
08. Joe Goddard & Barrie - Moments Die
09. Teliz - Type of Girl
10. Charly Bliss - Nineteen
11. NewJeans - Bubble Gum
12. Purple Disco Machine & Benjamin Ingrosso - Honey Boy
13. Erika de Casier - Lucky
14. R. Missing - Maryhead
15. Jamie xx - Baddy On the Floor (feat. Honey Dijon)
16. Charli XCX - The 360 remix with robyn and yung lean
17. Magdalena Bay - Death & Romance
18. Good Looks - If It's Gone
19. Clairo - Sexy to Someone
20. Empress Of - What's Love (feat. MUNA)
21. Camera Obscura - Big Love
22. Hannah Diamond - Affirmations
23. Dayglow - Every Little Thing I Say I Do
24. The Japanese House - Touching Yourself
25. Everything Everything - Cold Reactor
26. Dagny - Strawberry Dream
27. George Clanton - I Been Young
28. Sheer Mag - Playing Favorites
29. Chromeo - Personal Effects
30. Romy - Always Forever
azul!!!! comgrats on your milestone!!!! i love the idea for your event and would like to participate! so the song is “show me” by alina baraz and the character is geto! and it can be nsfw, whatever u feel fits best!
thank you jen! <3 honestly, as soon as I listened to this it just had to be suggestive.
1k+ follower event.
SHOW ME — EX-BOYFRIEND!GETO
1k words. suggestive, outdoors, public, finger sucking, Geto ready to get on his knees
it's a popular rooftop bar, the kind that's all over social media as a hot place to be— to make connections in the city. it’s the last place you'd ever think to find your ex-boyfriend, suguru geto. mai zen’in is hosting her birthday here, and you came with shoko and utahime for the open bar. now your two friends are kissing by the pool, while you're met with the handsome face of the devil.
his long black hair is spilling down his shoulders in a messy half updo, just the way you like it. he knows this. petty bastard.
"you need me," geto murmurs into your ear, as if you two have to be thisclose to hear each other through this noisy outdoor bar. his palms are keeping a steady hold over your hips—intimate. "no one can fuck you like i do, love."
"is that so?" you laugh lightly, holding back a whimper as his teeth teasingly nibble on your soft lobe. the smell of his cologne is nostalgic. you’ve also forgotten how arousing his gentle voice could be. still, you remain unaffected. "well, if that’s what helps you sleep at night."
geto's brow pulled together in irritation. he's noticed that you haven't melted in his hands the way you once did as his girlfriend, or how he expected you to when he approached you tonight. he knows it's an excuse, but he tells himself maybe it's because you're in public. "what do you mean?"
with a palm to his broad chest, you pushed him back gently onto the double chaise lounge behind him. despite his tall height and heavier weight, he went down easily. a testament to how pliant he really is. how he still lets his guard down with you.
geto’s violet eyes widen as you straddle him, ass snug against his hardening cock. with a cheeky smirk, you began to slowly roll your hips. sensually and painfully slow. he’s suddenly keenly aware of all the people around you. the rooftop is large, with the bar, pool, open space, and loungers sectioned off apart from the other. the ceiling of the hardtop roof over the lounge area has mirrors, and geto gazes at his blurry form with you sitting pretty on top of him.
"what I think," you begin, snapping him out of his thoughts as you take gentle hold of his wrists. your pussy is right over his dick, fuck. "is that you're the one who needs me. let's not fool ourselves thinking otherwise. I know you're keeping tabs on me, love."
whatever protests geto had, died on his tongue as you began to guide his large hands over your gorgeous body. heat begins to rise on his cheeks. you two aren’t alone in the slightest. there’s a group of guys drinking in the double chaise lounge right beside you. there’s several girls right by the pool taking pictures of each other.
you paid them no mind. you placed geto’s hands over your tits, and his stupid monkey brain automatically begins to grope at the plump flesh. he licks his lips at the mere thought of taking those sweet tits of yours into his mouth. he hasn’t touched you in so long that it leaves him buzzing.
"this isn't your scene, geto. you knew i'd be here tonight." you hummed, taking his other hand and hovering his index finger right over your lips. your ex-boyfriend's half lidded eyes were blazing with want.
fucking tease.
you're sharp and not afraid to call him out on his bluffs. it's something he's always loved about you, but now he wishes you weren't so perceptive. because it’s true, he did know you were coming here tonight and it’s the only reason he’s here. because after all this time apart, he had to take the chance to see you in person again.
he doesn’t regret his embarrassing actions one bit. making that burner account so he could lurk on your stories. using naive haibara to find out whether you’ve been seeing anyone since shoko told him she’s keeping out of your situation. but haibara is too honest for his own good, and geto should’ve known he’d make it obvious.
one look at you though, and geto knows it’s all worth it. your dress is skintight, hugging your curves and showing off your alluring body. the lipgloss makes your lips look kissable. fuckable. he wants his dick and balls sticky with it. wants those lips wet with his come.
geto’s mind is completely blank as he watches, transfixed, as you finally slide his thick finger through those glossy lips. you keep your gaze on him, not stopping the torturous motions of your hips. he’s fully hard now and sure that your hot cunt him.
“mmm.” you moan like a slut, beginning to slowly suck on his finger.
geto groans pathetically as he feels your tongue under his finger, the way you’d do to his cock. the group of men beside you have ceased their chatter, and you see them staring at you through your peripheral. you continue sucking on geto’s finger without a care.
geto finally folds when your lips meet his ring at the base of his finger. one of the rings you gifted him, he realizes belatedly. “f-fuck yeah, I need you. I need you. I miss you so bad, sweetheart.” he admits shakily, taking control and curling his hands over your waist to roughly pull you even closer.
damn, you’ve missed him handling you like a weightless doll. tucking some of the loose hair behind his ear, you decide to have some more fun and challenge his competitive nature. “show me then. right here. if you can handle it.”
he smirks. “think i won’t?”
you don’t respond. instead, you hold onto the hem of your dress and begin to slowly slide it up your soft thighs. you avert your gaze towards the group of men. they’re leaning forward like idiots, practically drooling as the fabric begins to scrunch up over your hips and they’re met with a flash of your lace underwear.
suddenly, a bruising grip halts your little show. you’ve caught his bluff once again.
“you better fucking not, you little slut.”
you gasp at the harsh grip geto has over your wrists, and he forces your hands to pull your dress back down. meeting his violet eyes once more, you whimper at the possessiveness you see raging in them. geto is gritting his teeth and turns to glare at the group until they get up and scurry away, knowing that he isn’t fucking around.
never with you.
“i’ll do whatever i want,” you huff, unable to stop riling your ex up. he’s sexy like this, when his calm demeanor finally breaks. when he finally loses control. “beg me if you really want me that badly. beg me and maybe i’ll be yours again.”
it’s now that geto realizes he never stood a chance against you. he’ll always be wrapped around your pretty finger.
