summary: Being Mrs.Styles has it’s perks, but nothing will ever beat when your husband takes time out of his show to shout you out in some way.
warning: all fluff and happiness. small mention of alcoholic beverages.
wc: 1k
1. pointing or blowing a kiss at you
One of the reasons you fell in love with Harry was because of the little things he has done for you since the beginning. When you both started dating of course the world didn’t know, you just seemed like a friend of someone on his team joining the show, that all changed when fans kept questioning who he was blowing a kiss to at each show. By compiling different tour dates videos, fans noticed that he would blow a kiss or point to the side of the stage during specific parts of songs. It wasn’t at each tour date, only when you could attend. Eventually, they matched the air kiss to the face, and the internet went wild because of you. Immediately you were known as Harry Styles’ mystery woman. Fast forward five years later, and both of you were still melting the internets’ hearts, only now you were his wife. Love on tour was a whole new ballpark compared to his first tour. He was breaking records left and right, and entertaining anywhere from 17,000 to 80,000 people a night; no matter how big the arena or stadium was he made sure that you knew he was thinking of you. It didn’t matter what kind of day the both of you had, he would never stop showing you that small piece of affection.
summary - you can’t help feel jealous when people stare at harry for looking so good
warnings: swearing, light mentions of trouble with body image, jealousy angst, does have a comforting ending though
word count: +2.6k
pairing: husband!harry x reader
Harry lit up the eyes of everyone when he walked in the room.
It wasn’t even just the single people that would have a look over him, it was the mum’s with a happy family and the boyfriends that were just about to propose. Harry had this aura about him that just drew everyone to look at him and it was uncontrollable.
The worst, though, was at times like the present where Harry was walking around with a gorgeous tan and minimal clothing on. Everyone believed he knew what he was doing, but the honest answer was he didn’t.
He was so naive to the horny gazes of everyone around him, except from yours of course.
Sarah and Mitch were sitting under an umbrella, playing with their son. Pauli was laying out in the sun after you’d just joined him for a little meditation class along with Elin. Nyoh and Elin were now in the pool with Yaffra and Anthony. In short, everyone was hanging around the pool area apart from Harry who had not come back from the gym yet.
Sarah and Mitch were sitting under an umbrella, playing with their son. Pauli was laying out in the sun after you’d just joined him for a little meditation class along with Elin. Nyoh and Elin were now in the pool with Yaffra and Anthony. In short, everyone was hanging around the pool area apart from Harry who had not come back from the gym yet.
You were laying on your front, making sure your back was getting tanned too and reading the paperback version of ‘Little Women’. It was your favourite book and even though it was primarily a winters comfort read, you were craving the pages too much to read anything else.
Anthony waded his way over to you in the pool and held up his waterproof polaroid camera. You could tell he’d taken a photo of you and you smiled at how you’d now always have a photo to remember how at peace you were in this moment. You couldn’t have wished for a more relaxed moment than this one, except maybe it would be better if Harry was by your side.
Just as you started thinking about him, the chatter around the pool started and heads started turning which could only mean one thing.
Harry was lighting up the room. Or in this case the outside pool area?
You watched as he walked over your way, with his muscly arms glistening with sweat from the gym. You’d have to thank him for wearing that black tank top later. His legs were just as perfect with his black shorts sitting high on his thighs, so his tiger tattoo was showing. Your favourite part of his outfit was the little clip on the top of his head, holding back the curls from his forehead. It always made him look ten times hotter, in your opinion, when he wore it like that.
He had no idea all the people were watching him walk, or if he did he made no physical show of it. Anthony snapped a few photos of him and you made a mental note to look through them later.
For now, you were focusing on the jealousy coursing through your body over Harry looking so fucking good and everyone seeing it too. Even though there was only twenty people maximum, up here, it still was twenty people too many gawking at your husband.
There were two blonde girls sat on the edge of the pool and you watched them tighten their bikini tops, to make their boobs seem larger, when Harry walked past. You were thankful he was too in his own world to notice, listening to whatever music he had playing in his air-pods.
Then there was the man who stood up out of his sun lounger and pull off his top in front of Harry, again as he walked past. Harry ignored him too. He ignored everyone who was attempting to gain his attention and solely focused on making his way over to you.
You huffed to yourself and read your book instead of watching everyone try to impress your husband on his way over to you. That’s what you tried to focus on, instead of the rage-creeping jealousy, was the fact he was your husband.
It was only when you felt him sit on your sun lounger, alongside your body, that you felt calm again. His hand made it’s way up and down your back to let you know that it was him.
“Y’okay, m’love?” He asked, not being able to see your face from where it was hanging over the sunbed reading your book instead.
“Mhm.” You replied, still in your own head from seeing everyone watching him.
“Sure?”
“Yup.” You responded too quickly and Harry knew something else was up that you weren’t telling him.
“Want me to order you a drink or or anything?” Harry asked, taking his hand off you so he could open a bottle of water and take a few sips. The weather was really hot and it didn’t help that he was wearing black, but it was a colour that suited him and made him positively sweat more.
“No thanks.”
“Okay. I’m going in the pool to cool down. Y’want come too?” He asked and you felt his arm reach over your body to plant his hand next to hour shoulder, before feeling him lean over and kiss you a few times on the back of your neck. You knew your skin probably tasted sweaty and full of suncream, which is why it was all the more cute that Harry continued to kiss you.
“No thanks.” You replied, not wanting to get up now that most people would be looking your way. Everyone would likely be looking at Harry, but if you sat up they’d be wondering why he was spending so much time with the girl who didn’t have a conventionally perfect body.
That was the slight problem with going out with someone as perfect as Harry; your flaws would always be compared to the fact he had none. Harry never, ever, made you feel like that of course, but it was sometimes a small niggle that you’d have at the back of your mind.
“Okay, but I want a kiss please?” Harry asked, his face still at the back of your neck waiting. His body was making yours even hotter than it already was in the equatorial sun.
You smiled as you turned around to face him, his sunglasses still on his face to try and hide his identity the best he could whilst also protecting his vision.
“But everyone will see? Someone might even take a photo?”
“And?” Harry softly chuckled, his lips slightly upturning into a smirk. “You’re m’wife. Let them take photos and then everyone can see how much I love you.”
He leant in and gave your lips a hard kiss, but only the one. He was okay with PDA, but not too much, which was exactly how you felt too. He kissed your cheek though afterwards, just to make sure you knew he definitely, really, always, loved you.
Then he stood up and you watched him take off his tank top, his muscles moving as he did so. His stomach and chest was so toned now, but not an unflattering amount. His body was gorgeous and you loved that he didn’t overdo it at the gym. You loved the extra bit of pudge on his love handles. You especially loved how soft his arms looked regularly, but when he picked you up or pinned your down the toned muscles of his arms would come out and make you fall in love a little bit more.
You turned your head to see that the crowd of twenty were watching him again and one of the blonde girls was even taking a photo of him, disguised as a selfie. She wasn’t as subtle as she thought.
Harry’s body stepped in front of you and walked towards the pool to get in. The others that were in the pool swam over to him and Anthony was back to taking photos.
Nyoh splashed Harry a bit, to encourage him to get in the pool quicker and he laughed at how chilling the water actually was.
He made it so he sat on the side of the pool first, swaying his legs in the water, before he put his hands out behind him to carefully lower himself into the water. He let out a deep breathe as he lowered himself in, but his body quickly acclimatised and he was soon swimming around like a natural born fish.
You smiled as you watched him swim around and converse with his band friends. Anthony took photos and selfies, before swimming over to hand you back the camera for safe keepings. Harry watched the two of you interact and kept his eyes on you the entire time, taking great pleasure in watching you look so effortlessly beautiful laying in the sun and reading your favourite novel.
He was glad he fell in love with you.
It didn’t take him this moment to realise that, but it did take this moment to remember that.
Once Anthony had rejoined the group and encouraged Mitch to join them, leaving Sarah to nap with their little one, they ordered a round of Margaritas to sip on in the pool.
The blonde girls made their way over to the group, introducing themselves to everyone and fluttering they’re excessively long eyelashes. One of them was taking great lengths to butter up Harry, whilst the other had found the courage to talk to Mitch. You thought it was funny that they’d both try and talk to the only two people in committed relationships, out of everyone, but they could shoot their shot.
Mitch was too socially awkward to even say more than hello, but Harry was friendly enough to entertain a conversation with them but as a group.
“So you’re like famous or something?” Blondie 1 asked, keeping her distance close to Harry’s side. He was stationed against the poolside wall, his back against it and his arms resting on the sides to keep him afloat without having to tread water.
“I’m just Harry.” He responded, ever his modest self.
“No, you’re Harry Styles. I’ve seen you in LA before.” Blondie 2 responded, having been pushed away discreetly from Mitch by Pauli.
“No he’s right. He’s just Harry.” Nyoh cut in.
“And you’re all like.. his groupies or something?” Blondie 1 asked.
The group laughed and the two girls had to join in, because they thought that they’d made a funny joke. You caught Nyoh rolling her eyes at Anthony and it made you chuckle to yourself.
“They’re m’band. They play a variety of instruments.” Harry politely smiled, trying best to hold back his own laughter in case he was reported as being a mean person for laughing at them.
“So.. you’re in need of groupies?” Blondie 2 asked, now trying to hit it off with Yaffra.
“No. Not really, thanks.”
It didn’t take long until the conversation went dead and the group was just waiting for the blonde girls to leave. They announced that they needed a top up on their drinks and a patch up on their makeup, but they would be back soon.
You took that as your move to go and see Harry, wanting to just be near him to clear this jealousy out of your system. You weren’t the kind of jealous to go crazy or super overprotective, instead you just became a little extra clingy but not before you shut yourself down to process your feelings. Once you accepted that you were jealous, then you’d go to Harry to feel him and keep him close.
Harry knew this all too well, which is why he left to the pool when you weren’t overly chatty with him because he knew that you would be over soon.
When he saw you walk to the edge of the pool, he smiled warmly, completely enamoured by how pretty you looked in the glowing sun of the afternoon. You slipped off your Crocs that Harry had bought to match with him and sat down on the edge of the pool, waiting for Harry to come and meet you.
He was just a floating head as he swam over to where your legs were dangling in the pool. You tried to focus on him smiling as you, rather than whether people were judging your bikini body, because the way Harry was looking at you made you feel prettier than Aphrodite herself.
“Hello, you.” He said, standing up in the pool. His hands held onto your ankles and he ran his hands up and down your calves, warming them up from the cool water.
“Hi.”
You reached out for him and he tilted his head back so you could wrap your arms around his exposed neck. His hands came to your hips and helped you carefully slide off the poolside, until your legs wrapped around his middle. He made sure to stay around the shallower end so he could walk around with you still attached to him like a koala.
Your head was resting against his shoulder, facing inwards towards his neck. Harry felt at peace with your soft breaths puffing against the skin on his neck. You felt at peace feeling so connected with Harry.
Both of you could stay in this moment forever, because each others arms was the safest place to be.
“Sorry about before. I was so moody.” You explained, using one finger to stroke up and down the wet baby curls on the back of his neck.
“It’s okay. Knew you would work things through yourself then come to me. Y’always do.” It made your heart strengthen that Harry knew you so well. Made you remember why you’d fallen so deeply in love with him.
“They were all looking at you. I mean, those blondes were definitely picturing you sans shorts.”
“And yet here I was picturing you sans bikini.” He responded. Luckily you two were so close and talking so hushed that only you two could heard the conversation.
“You’re so… bleh.” You laughed to yourself, Harry laughing from the tickle his neck got from your breathing.
“At least I’ve got you laughing.” He responded and you smiled.
“You had those blondes laughing too. You must be a funny guy.”
“Maybe, maybe. Doesn’t matter how many people I make laugh though, lovie. It all means nothing if you aren’t laughing.” He tilted his head down slightly, forming a couple of double chins, and kiss you on the side of your cheek. Anthony would later show you the picture he captured from that moment and you would eternally thank him.
“You always make me happy, H. Had me smiling like a fool when you kissed my neck before.”
“Hmm, did I?” He smiled to himself, feeling proud for making you smile.
“Even when I was in a bitchy mood, you still made sure there was a slight spark of happiness in me.” You moved your head up off his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, through his glasses. “Thank you.” You kissed him quick, not wanting to make a public scene.
“For what?”
“Putting up with my attitudes. Know I have the mood swings like being blind on a rollercoaster, but you deal with me like I’m the easiest girlf–.”
“Wife.” He corrects you, not letting you forget.
“Wife, in the world.”
“You’re a brilliant wife, Y/N/N. I love you for all your highs and your lows. Wouldn’t want to deal with anyone else’s bitchniness but yours.” He leant forward to kiss you this time, making sure to get a proper taste of you. He tasted the happiness and peace all over your tongue, making him want to stay in this moment for infinity.
the conflation of "dead dove" into a genre of fic when it's intended to mean "there are warnings here, take them seriously because you get exactly what's on the tin" is probably one of the worst things to happrn to fandom because you get people who tag "dead dove" and no other type of warning. like. cool. this is worthless
and you get people saying "anyone who writes dead dove is morally awful" or whatever. which is like. hello. this is a label you slap on the front of something to say what it is not a type of story
for context it comes from this. it means "this has what i said it has, if you click on this and complain about it that's on you because i literally told you what to expect". it's not a vague catch all for "dark and fucked up". honestly, it doesn't even have to be a dark fic at all.
like. if someone tags a fic "mpreg" and "dead dove", without any additional warning tags, that's typically not supposed to mean there's some unwarned for fucked up shit lurking inside, but that. hey. there's mpreg. do not click and complain about there being mpreg. it's right there on the tin.
but people have begun using it as just. there's some fucked up content here but i don't want to say what. which is literally just. the opposite of what the tag means 😭
Your Steve phonesex one shot omg 🥵 don’t know if you’re still doing prompt requests but could I request this Steve one if you’re still writing?
“I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”
Modern!Steve Harrington x fem!reader
After Hours.
Part two to this request by @steves-babysitter but could be read as a stand alone :)
Summary: Steve’s running late for your date so you decide to surprise him at work after business hours.
Warnings: smut with minimal plot (minors it’s a no-no.) oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), multiple orgasms, cream pie, semi public sex.
Word count: 2.8k
A/N: I combined this request for part two with @superbcoffeedrinkersubparwriter ‘s request for part two. I hope you both enjoy!
Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 💘
It had been almost three weeks since the accidental nude incident with Steve and the two of you hadn’t been able to keep your hands off each other since. Like two teenagers who just discovered sex the two of you took every opportunity that presented itself to fuck. Even going as far as picking you up on your thirty minute lunch breaks at work because he just couldn’t wait till you got off. Steve had wanted you from the moment he met you. Now that it was actually a reality he was more insatiable then he could’ve ever imagined and you hated admitting that you were too.
You weren’t expecting Steve’s office to be so big when the elevator drops you off on the 80th floor. It was impressive even in it’s empty form, well past business hours the cubicles are only lit by the leaking moonlight through the giant glass windows. Growing too impatient waiting for him to wrap up you decided to surprise him. A part of you always curious about his big boy job he always talked about and maybe a small part had to do with a dream you had of him bending you over his desk.
You see Steve before he sees you hazel eyes trained on the white glow of his laptop, his thin rimmed glasses sit perched half way down the slender bridge of his nose. Thick brows furrowed in concentration you watch him lean back into the leather of his chair, running long fingers through his hair in an irritated tick. The top two buttons of his white dress shirt sit undone giving you a peek of the beginnings of the smattering of chest hair beneath it. Mouth drying at the sight your fingers twitch, desperate to rack your nails through it like you’d done last night riding him in the back seat of his bmw.
Knocking on the hard wood of his open office door you finally decide to let your presence be known. The look of confusion slowly leaves his face when his eyes meet yours before roaming the length of your body stare turning hungry when he sees the tight black dress wrapped around you. Promising to take you to a nice dinner you’d dressed up for him, even throwing on a pair of black stiletto heels you swore you’d never wear again.
“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise.” His voice comes out like silk through the silence, the tension already thick enough to fill the giant space of the room.
“I was getting tired of waiting for you, thought I’d come see the place that’s been keeping you from me.” Running your tongue over your teeth you catch the way he already has to palm the bulge in his dress slacks as you start walking around the room.
“I’m surprised the doorman let you in after hours.” Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth he watches you make your way to one of the windows that took up two of the four walls of his office. Red finger nails tapping the thick glass before turning around to face him.
“I just said I was Mr. Harrington’s girl.” Voice coming out in practically a purr you hear his breath hitch in his throat at the title.
“Did you now? Using my name to get what you want huh?” Playing into your game he pushes his chair out from under the desk giving you the perfect view of his erection pressing tightly to the seam of his slacks.
“Is that bad of me baby?” Jutting your bottom lip out for good measure you sway your hips with a little more exaggeration as you make your way to the plush chair sat in front of his desk loving the way his eyes greedily take you in.
“I guess it depends on what you’re trying to get pretty girl.” Standing up as you sit down, you can feel the power dynamic shift.
Long legs make their way from behind his work station, the expensive wood at the bottom of his dress shoes make low thumps against the carpet with each step and you swear the air turns electric. Stopping once in front of you, he leans back against his desk with crossed arms. The muscles underneath the soft material threatening to burst at the seams.
“I think you know what I’m trying to get Steve.” Drawing out his name you look at him from underneath your lashes. Crossing one leg over the other you let your dress ride up to the top of your thigh loving the way you can see his cock twitch in response.
“Baby.” His tone is sing song in a warning when the pet name leaves his mouth. “You know better then to give me that kind of look.” His eyes flick down to your exposed legs “Especially when you’re dressed like this.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lips twitching up in a smirk enjoying the way messy wisps of hair fall in his face when he shakes his head at you.
“I’m sure you don’t, such an innocent girl huh?” His tone is mocking when he smiles at you.
The question goes straight to the already wet lace between your legs, the thought of him on the way here was already enough to have you soaking through them.
“I’m just trying to go to dinner, I’m only here because someone was running late.” Uncrossing your legs you expose just how aroused he had you. The darkened patch on your white lace taunting him just like your words.
The cerulean and moss specks in his eyes turn into a black abyss when they come in contact with your underwear, a low groan rumbling from his chest.
“I think you know exactly what you’re doing.” Not expecting him to drop to his knees, he starts crawling toward you like an animal stalking it’s prey. His gaze holding nothing but want inside his darkened pupils.
Sticking out a heeled foot to stop him his big hands catch it before you can push him away, rocking back on his knees his grip on your ankle tightens before he roughly pulls you closer. Squealing at his sudden aggressiveness your ass hangs off the edge of the chair before he perches your leg over the top of his shoulder. The back of your heel slowly slipping off falling with a loud thud to the floor behind him. The new position had what you’d been teasing him with right in front of his face. His hot breath fanning over your swollen covered nub sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
“I think my dinner is right here, what do you think baby?” Peppering sloppy open mouth kisses down the smooth skin of your calf he nips at the curve of your kneecap making you gasp.
“Steve.” His name is a breathy whine as your hips rock forward on their own searching desperately for friction.
“You gonna give me what I want? You came all the way down here just to do that didn’t you?” All you do is nod dumbly when his fingers loop around the sides of your panties. “Such a good girl for me, I don’t know how I got so lucky.” A pliable wet mess above him, Steve loved how quickly he could get you this way.
“You’re fucking soaked, shit.” Long fingers run through your folds collecting your slick that was starting to drip on the chair beneath you, loving the way the contact makes your body shudder.
“I need to take my shirt off baby, you’re going to get me so messy. My needy sweet girl.” Pressing a kiss on your mound his tongue darts out to taste you before he pulls away leaving you whimpering for more.
Looking down at him from between the valley of your breasts, his eyes stay trained on your leaking hole as he unbuttons the rest of his shirt. You can’t fight the moan that escapes past your mouth when his chest is finally exposed, the thick patch of hair making you flutter around nothing. Licking his lips he can still taste your arousal on him on making him hungry for more, tossing his shirt to the side he re-grips your legs with more force than you were expecting his cock twitching at the yelp he gets. Giving you no warning he wraps your thighs around his head before he buries himself deep into your eager cunt. The tip of his nose pressing firmly against your bundle of nerves while his tongue laps your hole loving the feeling of your fluttering walls around his muscle.
You can feel the cool metal of his gasses against your puffy lips as his face presses deeper into you. Eyes rolling in the back of your head, your neck goes slack Steve’s expert tongue quickly overwhelming you. Moving his face from side to side the tip of his nose hits your clit in a way that already has your legs starting to shake your vision slowly going white when he hums in satisfaction against you.
“Steve I’m gonna cum.” Fingers finding their way into his hair you pull him even closer shamelessly riding his face, his grip on your thighs so tight you could see the whites of his hand prints.
Moving his face to match with your thrusts your mouth opens in a a silent scream when you feel yourself gush around his tongue. Legs clamping tight around his head your fingers pull at his hair needing something to keep you grounded, mind going blank as greedily lapped up everything you gave him.
Giving his hair a small yank you try to get him off of you, the kitten licks becoming too much for your overstimulated clit. Eyes catching the way he was palming himself through his slacks you’re sure you’d see a wet patch if they weren’t black. When your finally able to pull him away a string of saliva mixed with your arousal still connects you, his glasses all smudged up, a fucked out needy expression taking over his face.
“You wanna fuck me baby?” Wiping his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb you suck it in your mouth the sweetness of your cum coating your tongue.
The blunt tips of his nails dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs, a low growl erupting from his chest at your actions.
“I want to fuck you against the glass so every can see how good you take it.” Steve’s voice is almost unrecognizable when finally speaks laced with the kind of want that was almost animalistic the look in his eyes enough to feel the beginnings of a fresh wave of arousal.
Wobbly legs leave their home on the tops of his shoulders before he pulls off your other shoe, standing up you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this hard your mouth watering at the sight. Eager hands work at the front button of his pants. Stopping you once you get it undone he pulls you up to your feet, nimble fingers finding the side zipper of your dress.
“As much as I love your mouth sweetheart, I’m not going to last long and I need to feel you wrapped around me.” Tilting your chin up he presses a searing kiss to your lips, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip begging for more which he gladly grants you with a low hum in the back of his throat.
Pulling yourself closer to him by the grip in his hair, you only let go when you feel the short sleeves of your dress slide over your shoulders. The black material pools at your feet leaving you in nothing but the matching bra to your half missing set. The underwear long gone stuffed in Steve’s pocket for safe keeping.
Bending down he breaks the kiss to scoop you up in one solid motion, your legs wrapping around his waist before collecting his lips again as he walks you to the giant window over looking the city. It’s cold when it comes in contact with the bare skin of your back, but when he rips down the cup of your bra to suck one of you pert nipples in his mouth you can’t seem to care.
“I want this whole city to see that you’re mine. You want that baby? You want them to see how I fuck you, how only I can fuck you?” Pussy drunk words fall feverishly from his lips as his open mouth covers your chest with the heat of his tongue.
“Uh-huh” being the only words you could muster when he starts to suck a small bruise near the dip of your collar bone. Marking you.
Dropping you to your feet his big hands grip your hips turning you around to face the glass, palms flat your eyes catch the flashing lights of the city below. The other buildings that towered as high in front of you sit just as dark as the one you were in, a few lights left on in offices making the idea of someone seeing you still a very real possibility. The realization only turning you on more, this was better then your dream.
Kicking your feet apart you hear his pants drop to the floor behind you before he’s crowding your space. One hand guiding himself into your weeping hole the other gripping your hip so hard you know they’ll be a hand shaped bruise in the morning. Burying his face in the crook of your neck you feel his leaking head swipe through your folds his body shuddering against you at the sensation.
“God you’re always so ready for me baby.” Nipping at your earlobe he doesn’t waste anymore time before sinking into you. The stretch of your walls making you both moan out in unison, your head leaning forward as you try to adjust.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day Steve.” You huff pushing yourself back needing him deeper.
“I know you have, so desperate for me huh?.” Pulling himself almost all the way out he relishes in the way your walls clamp down around him in a tight vice grip before he pushes himself back in deep enough to hit that spot inside he’s gotten so good at finding.
“Fuck, right there.” Your voice is high pitched almost like a porn star when he starts his brutal assault of your g-spot.
“Taking me so good baby, taking me so fucking good.” Fingers leaving their spot on your hip they find their way to your clit rubbing harsh circle eights around the swollen nub. “I need them to see you fall apart on me. I know you have another one in you, I know you do sweetheart, always so good for me.”
His praises mixed with the way his fingers were working you had you already dangerously close to the edge. A flicker of light catches the corner of your eye, looking down a few floors in the building across from you a cleaning crew had started their night. Close enough that all it would take was for one of them to look in this direction and they’d get a perfect view of Steve having his way with you. Tits pressed hard against the glass he pulls out before pushing back in at a slightly different angle hitting a new spot deep inside.
The thrill of getting caught and the way Steve was grunting with his face buried in your neck, the coil inside of you finally snaps in a white hot explosion behind your closed eyes.
“Oh fuck, you’re cumming aren’t you? Shit baby, she’s sucking me in, I can’t - I can’t hold off anymore.” Biting down on your pulse point Steve’s body presses you even harder into the glass as the intensity of his orgasms rips through his body. White hot spurts of cum paint your fluttering insides, warming you against the chilled glass.
The two of you stand there spent acting as if you weren’t on display for the world to see, breathing each other in hands wandering desperate to touch skin. Dragging his lips across the bruised skin he left in his wake, his hands settle back down on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles in the dips.
“I think you’re going to have to start meeting me at work more often.” Feeling his smile pressed against your skin you manage to huff out a laugh.
“We might be able to get something arranged. I’m still fully expecting dinner you know, I didn’t wear those heels for nothing.” Turning your head slightly your able to catch his lips in a sweet kiss, thankful that it was him you sent those picture to and not the guy they were actually intended for.
[4.3K] prompt: "no reason." a house party, a needy girlfriend Steve can't say not to and some bathroom smut.
Steve hadn’t hosted a party at his house in an age. Years, maybe. But it was Robin’s twenty first and Nancy wanted to throw her a big surprise thing and well, with the size of Steve’s house and his parents always gone, it made the most sense.
And despite Robin being the birthday girl, Steve still garnered the same attention he had in high school, slapping shoulders and bumping fists with people he passed, pointing out the stack of drinks in the kitchen to newcomers, catching up with old school friends and pretending he didn’t see all the girls that were making eyes at him.
You did though.
It was becoming harder and harder to ignore them, especially when you’d been stuck on a sofa between Eddie and a dude you only knew from Biology, watching as your boyfriend played host. You stared at the girls with the big hair, the perfect curls, glossy lips and wandering hands. Their touch all over Steve, fingers grazing his chest, palms curled around his bicep as they leaned in too close, lips brushing his ear so they could be heard over the music.
And then the lights went off and Nancy came out of the kitchen with a cake littered with candles and everyone sang for Robin. You put on a smile for your friend, ignored the way Eddie frowned at the way you sat too tense, brushing off his offered joint, something you’d normally happily accept.
When the coloured string lights flickered back on, bathing the large living room in lime green, bubblegum pink and orange, you watched as Cindy Reed pushed her tits out at your boyfriend and reached up to drag a hand through his hair.
No. Absolutely not.
Eddie must have seen too, ‘cause he breathed out a choked laugh and didn’t seem all that surprised when you got up from the couch, immediately pushing your way through the crowd of drunks and dancers.
“Easy, tiger,” he called out after you, going ignored for the most part, his fingers bringing another rolled joint to his lips to lick.
To be fair to Steve, he looked completely panicked as Cindy continued to corner him, eyes wide as he spotted you, relief and only a little fear in them as you neared.
“Hey, baby, I’ve been lookin’ all over for you--”
You didn’t reply, you weren’t sure you even smiled. You simply raised your brows at Cindy as you wrapped your hand around Steve’s and dragged him with you as you walked away, daring her to say something. She didn’t.
Steve followed happily, at your heels, his free hand on your waist as you squeezed through the crowds. You didn’t stop and turn to him until you were out in the front hall, empty of Mrs Harrington’s usual crystal vases as a few partygoers bumped into console tables.
“Shit, babe, you’re not mad, right?” Steve looked stricken, brows pulled together as he reached for you, “wasn’t interested in the-- oh, fuck--”
He got his answer when you surged forward, pushed onto your toes so you could clasp his cheeks in your palms and pull him down to you. You lips met his a little messily, urgently, greedily. You sighed when Steve groaned, opening his mouth for you immediately. You licked into him, a hand dragging into his hair and tugging a little, the way that you knew he liked, not fucking Cindy Reed.
He pulled you closer, uncaring who was watching. It was his fucking house, right? His fingers hooked into your belt loops, tugging a little roughly until your chest met his and he could feel your grin against his mouth. You tasted like cherry vodka, sweet and tart and Steve groaned low when you nipped at his bottom lip, pressing a sweet kiss to it before you pulled away.
Not far though, he wouldn’t let you, arms wrapping around the small of your back to keep you close, grinning down at you with wild hair and glazed over eyes.
“Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?” he murmured it against your cheek, nuzzling there as he pressed a line of kisses over your jaw.
Steve wasn’t dumb, he knew. He knew you. You tasted sweet and nice and a little like jealousy and he’d a stupid, stupid man to not enjoy it. He leaned into the way you carded a hand through his hair, painted fingernails scratching lightly against his scalp, just enough pressure to make him shiver for you.
“No reason,” you lied.
Steve just grinned - smirked, really - letting you drag your hands over his broad shoulders and down his chest, preening up at him as he grabbed at your ass, pushing you into the half hard length that was becoming too obvious in his denim jeans.
Robin walked by in a plastic tiara and Steve’s sunglasses, two bottles of beer in each hand. She barely glanced at you both, but she’d seen enough, knew you both well enough to mutter out, “gross.”
Her comment went ignored, except from an uptick of Steve’s brows, a sly smile as he continued to love on you, your head tilted up to let him. He pressed kiss after kiss along your throat, humming happily when you moaned softly for him and just as you were about to suggest a quick visit to his bedroom, Jonathan was turning the corner and shouting out for Steve.
“Harrington, you got a mop?”
There was thud from the kitchen before Steve could ask why, the telltale sound of glass breaking just heard over the bass of the music.
“And a dustpan?” Jonathan added.
Steve groaned, pulling away from you grudgingly, whining a little when you pouted at him, hands clinging to the hem of his shirt until the very last second.
“Shit, hold on,” he told the other boy before turning back to you, eyes pleading. “I’ll be right back, baby, yeah? Promise.”
You didn’t see Steve for another hour, both of you caught up and distracted by other people, loud music and dancing, the dramas that always came with a party with too much alcohol. You found the boy in the kitchen, busy talking to a guy you knew he was once on the basketball team with and although he didn’t pause his conversation with his friend, Steve smiled and held out his arm to you as you pushed yourself into his side.
You let their talk of league tables and who had signed with what college team blend in with the rest of the party sounds, the blur of music and bass, people yelling and ice cubes scattering across the kitchen tiles. It was easy to let your hand wander, sneaking up the side of Steve’s ribs, fingers pushing underneath his shirt to find bare skin, rippled with goosebumps at your touch.
His breath hitched, unnoticed by his friend, felt by you as you lay your head to his chest, the picture of innocence as you cuddled into your boyfriend, hands wrapped around his waist. The arm that Steve had draped over your shoulder squeezed a little, a soft warning, a silent ‘behave.’
But you kept up your pestering, hand travelling down, over his stomach and the small trail of hair there until you could hook your fingers into the waist of his jeans, still hidden under his shirt. You felt the muscles in his abdomen tense and contract, and Steve’s hand found the back of your neck, cupping and squeezing gently.
If he didn’t know you as well as he did, he would’ve missed the way your brows lifted, the way your lips parted for him.
He only paused his conversion to turn to you for a few seconds, his pretty face dipping down to meet yours, noses bumping. “Baby,” his voice held the hint of a threat, too nice, too sweet for you to take it seriously. “Be good, c’mon now.”
So you huffed, petulant, pulling away from your boyfriend to pout and find something else to do. You didn’t see the way Steve frowned at your lack of contact but he watched you pick up another bottle of wine and plop yourself down beside Robin in the still busy living room, the lights turning you crimson and aquamarine.
You caught his eye, felt his gaze and kept up your bratty demeanour, tongue stuck out at him before passing the open bottle of rose to the other girl. You didn’t like being told no, Steve knew that, and fuck, he didn’t say it often.
But it made him grin, the way you held his stare, chin tilted up, a little defiant and you only broke away from looking at him when Robin tried to pour the sweet wine into your mouth for you, the pink liquid trailing messily down your lips and throat.
You didn’t have to look back at Steve to know he was staring.
It was passing one o’clock in the morning when you were pushing through the thinning crowds, people slipping into the shadows and corners of Steve’s too big house to do all sorts of nefarious business. That’s how you found Steve out in the backyard, strong profile and wild hair lit up by the pool lights. He hung back from Eddie, who was standing around one of the sun loungers, baggie in hand as he watched two boys you didn’t recognise count out a stack of cash.
Eddie always grabbed Steve when he made more expensive deals, feeling a little safer with his friend lurking nearby, ready to step in if his customers tried anything funny. You knew that. Steve knew you knew that. ‘Cause both boys had told you before that they didn’t like you hanging round any deals in case shit kicked off.
And yet, there you were, the hem of your short dress lifting in the cool night air, bare feet cool on the patio bricks and you barely made a sound as you wound your arms around Steve’s waist, nose pushed to the nape of his neck.
“Baby,” you whispered, sounding as needy as you felt.
Steve turned, a little surprised to see you considering you knew why he was outside. So he tried not to frown - not meanly, not really at you - just at the situation and your proximity to the shady looking strangers that were now staring at you from beside Eddie.
“Sweetheart, go back inside, please?” Steve tried to reason, voice gentle, “I’ll be in a minute.”
His voice left no room for arguing and his reasons for it had always been clear but you’d been dying to get him alone since you were forced to watch Cindy put her hands on him hours before. So you rolled your eyes and huffed, pulling at the hem of his shirt in a weak attempt to get Steve to give in.
“Miss you,” you breathed out softly, doe eyes staring up at your boyfriend as you let your gaze drop to his lips. “Don’t you wanna come spend some time alone with me?”
Steve softened a little at your words, as desperate for you as you were for him. He tangled his fingers in yours to bring your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your palm, only to tilt his head back to the door.
“I won’t be long, babe.”
You narrowed your eyes, more than a little annoyed now and if you weren’t as tipsy as you were, as pent up for the boy as you’d been all night, you would’ve been much more understanding. But you’d been vying to have the boy to yourself all night, feeling far too greedy to share anymore. You knew when the party ended and Steve had ushered all of your friends to the spare rooms and couches, he’d take you to bed with him and you’d get what you wanted.
You knew that. But the issue was, that you were feeling like a downright brat and you wanted your boyfriend now. Cindy Reed was in the kitchen, still lingering, sipping on a drink filled with ice and she was staring at you and Steve through the glass doors.
That certainly didn’t help.
“You’ve barely hung out with me all night,” you mumbled, frowning up at the boy. “Everyone else is more important, huh, Stevie?”
Steve caught your chin before you could pull away, finger and thumb on either side of your jaw and he tilted your face up to him, squishing your cheeks lightly. You kept up the one thing you’d done all night, always consistent: you pouted at him.
“Baby, you’re pushin’ your luck tonight,” Steve murmured, and as smooth as his voice was, all honey and sweet, you knew he was telling you to wind it in.
Too bad you weren’t one for doing what you were told.
So you pushed yourself to your toes, further into his hold and managed to drag your lips over his bottom one, catching the pretty curve of it in a messy little kiss. He didn’t pull away, Steve would never, he couldn’t have even dreamt of committing such a crime but his sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“Baby,” you cooed, sticky sweet for him, smiling wide when his touch dropped to your neck, warm palm and thick fingers fluttering over your throat. “Baby,” you whispered again, “don’t you wanna come upstairs with me?”
You saw the way his jaw clenched, the way his lashes fluttered when you pushed a hand to his stomach, dragging fingers over his hip bone. Steve took one look over his shoulder at Eddie, watched how the money had exchanged hands and the strangers were walking away. The boys nodded, an uptilt of their chins and Eddie smirked when Steve grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the house.
He didn’t say anything, just ushered you in front of him with a possessive hand on the small of your back, gaze trained on the way the hem of your dress danced around the tops of your thighs as you both walked passed a disgruntled Cindy. Steve coaxed you up the stairs and he didn’t have to tell you to head to his rooms, neither of you paying attention to the old school friends and guests that catcalled at you both as you passed.
Your plans were ruined when you opened Steve’s bedroom door to find Robin in Steve’s bed, passed out and drooling on his pillow. She wore the only pair of pjyama’s Steve owned, a plaid pair that his Grandma had bought him last christmas, unused by the boy and buttoned up squint by the birthday girl. She still wore her tiara, soft snores comin from her parted lips and god, you loved her, but you’d never wanted to kill Robin more.
“Fuckin’ hell, Buckley,” Steve swore softly, letting go of you only to throw a blanket over his best friend before ushering you both back out the door.
“Steve,” you were whining, running a little to catch up with the boy’s long strides, his hand clutching yours as he pulled you along behind him. “I need--”
“I know, baby, shit, I know,” he groaned out, impatient as you were and he led you to a small bathroom that was nestled between two of the guest bedrooms, hardly used. “C’mon, in here.”
Steve used you to close the door, grabbing you and spinning, your back pressed to the wood as it clicked shut and the lock snapped. He was on you instantly, mouth open and slanting over yours as he licked into you dirty, moaning when you whimpered, finally getting what you wanted. You clung to him, desperate, eyes shut tight as it all became too much and you decided you needed everything the boy was willing to give you right away.
“Steve,” you moaned, breath catching in your throat your boyfriend was pulling away, a wide hand cradling the side of your face, fingers spanning over you cheek and jaw.
“Nuhuh, pretty thing,” Steve chastised, tilting his chin up and away from you so you couldn’t chase his kiss. “You need to learn a little patience, don’t you?”
Your jaw went slack, lips parted and eyes glassy, ‘cause the night was turning into early morning and it felt like too much time had passed since Steve last touched you. You were greedy, wanting, selfish about the way you needed him.
He kept you against the door, fingers grazing over the column of your throat, and if he felt the thumpthumpthump of your pulse point, Steve didn’t mention it. He hummed, satisfied with the way you fell silent, looking up at him like you wanted to cry and Steve knew it was a little bit sick, but he always thought you looked so pretty like that. Big eyes all soft and wet for him, pleading a little, gazing at him like you’d do anything he asked.
So unlike the greedy little thing who’d been pushing his buttons all night long.
“You’ve been a fucking menance,” Steve murmured, soft and achingly sweet, “haven’t you?” His thumb moved to push against your bottom lip, tracing the curve of it, all swollen and slick from his rough kisses. “Testin’ me all night, just can’t wait, can you? Gotta get what you want, when you want it, huh?”
You whined, a little cry that had Steve’s cock jumping against the confines of his jeans.
“I just wanted you,” you told him, as if that was more than enough of an explanation.
Maybe it was, you’d thought, ‘cause Steve had grinned, like he’d won a prize and he sighed all dreamy as he pushed his thumb a little further, watching you in awe as you wrapped your lips around the digit.
“Look at you,” he whispered, staring at the way you sucked on his thumb, cheeks hollowed out and tongue licking at him. “Pretty girl. Such a pretty, needy little thing. You couldn’t wait, no?”
You shook your head, mouth opening to gasp for a breath, and Steve took the opportunity to press down onto the flat of your tongue, watch as you let him drag your thumb across it and back over your lips. He groaned, bending down to nudge your nose with his, nuzzling into you as he peppered some sweet kisses to your cheeks.
“You’re so spoiled,” he grunted, his free hand dropping to drag your dress up your thighs, showing off bare skin and red lace. “So fuckin’ spoiled, thinking that you can get what you want from me when you want it.”
“Stevie,” you were mumbling, voice a little shot from panting for him, “don’t be mean.”
The boy let out a huff of laughter, bending down to crowd into you, lips pressing once, twice, three times on yours, a series of pretty kisses that had your lashes fluttering for him.
“M’not being mean, baby,” Steve tutted, “it’s true. You know I’ll always give in to you, don’t you? Know I can’t say no to that pretty, little face? Those pretty, pretty eyes, fuck, sweetheart.”
You hiccuped a soft sound, preening as you clung to his shoulders, nodding at his words. Fuck yeah, you knew that.
“Yeah, thought so. M’too soft for you, s’ridiculous what you do to me, Christ.”
You were pawing at him, chest heaving, trying your best to get what you wanted without asking for it but Steve wouldn’t let you move from the door and when your eager hands tried to yank at his belt buckle, he caught them both and pinned them to the wood above you.
“Ah, ah,” he tsked, the line of his nose tracing up yours. He smelled like cologne and bourbon, the sticky sweet scent of alcohol and weed and Steve. The music from the still ongoing party downstairs made the door vibrate, the bass giving the house its own pulse. But Steve was making you throb in completely different ways. “Good girls ask nicely.”
You huffed, tried not to grin, ‘cause it was always fun to let Steve think he was in charge. So you arched your back and pressed your tits against his chest, both hands stuck in his bigger one as his other hand cupped your cunt.
He groaned when he felt how warm you were, how wet, lace damp against his palm, and well, shit. Maybe he was in charge this time.
“Please?” You asked sweetly, trying your best to push your hips down onto his fingers, grinding against the little friction he gave you. “Please, baby?”
“Sound so pretty,” Steve cooed, voice a little rough around the edges. “Just so damn cute when you actually do as you're told for once.”
You laughed when Steve smirked, leaning down to mouth at your jaw, nipping at the shell of your ear until you whined.
“What do you want?” The boy asked you, “hmm?”
“You,” you told him simply, head falling back against the door to let him kiss a line down your throat. “Inside me.” A tug at his hair, a groan, an awfully pretty noise. “Immediately.”
“Dirty,” Steve grinned. “Greedy. Demanding.” Steve caught your mouth, licked into you deep with a low groan, pulling a sigh from you that made his dick twitch. “Spoiled.”
“Well,” you pouted, “just give me what I want then.”
It seemed like an age before Steve spoke again, his fingers still rubbing slow, messy circles over your underwear, his rough pads doing awfully nice things on your clit. He let you pant into him, chin tilted up, lips parted and barely touching, Steve’s mouth curled into a satisfied smile.
“So spoiled,” he repeated, trying his damn best to act like he was never going to give in to you immediately. “Hands on the counter, pretty thing.”
You tried not to act too smug but a little noise of excitement slipped out from your lips as Steve finally let go of your hands and let you sneak out from between the door and his body. He laughed at the way you leaned onto the counter by the sink, back arched and ass popped out for him, chin hooked on your shoulder to gaze back at him.
“C’mon, big boy,” you smiled, too sweet for the words and the way you said them, looking at Steve through the line of your lashes. “Your adoring fans will be looking for you soon.”
Steve huffed out a laugh and shook his head at you as he approached, hands smoothing over your hips, the line of your spine. He pushed his cock against your ass, making you both stutter over a breath. No one time was wasted as he dragged your dress up, hitching it over your hips so he could pull your underwear to the side, fingers sliding through your folds to gather the slick there.
“Fu-uck, baby,” Steve sighed out, dropping his head to the space between your shoulder blades, pressing kisses on the bare skin there. “You’re soaked.”
“I told you,” you huffed out, fingers curling around the countertop as Steve circled your clit and then slipped a finger inside you. “Wanted you all night. Can you fuck me? Please? Please?”
“Can’t say no to you,” Steve grunted, voice rough and wrecked, desperate for you. He only took his hands off of you to fumble with his belt, shoving his jeans down just enough to free his aching cock, rubbing the head of it along your folds. “Can never say no to you, spoiled, little thing.”
You gasped out when Steve pushed forward a little, slipping his tip into your cunt and hissing. You stared at him in the mirror, posed pretty behind you with his hair wild and his head thrown back. His hands squeezed tight at your waist and he stayed still, letting you adjust to the thick of him, stretching you out in the best way.
“Stevie,” you wanted to cry, you felt like you were about to, eyes glassy, breath coming too quick and it kept catching in your chest. “Move, baby? Yeah? Please?”
“Yeah? You good, sweetheart?” Steve groaned out, staring down at where you were joined, his cock throbbing as he watched the way you clung around him. “Want it all? Gonna take all of me like a good girl?”
You nodded, desperate, jaw slack as you let yourself drop down to your elbows, ass pushed up and out for him. “Mhmm, yeahyeahyeah.”
So Steve shifted his hips, gripped you tighter when you cried out for him, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as he pushed him further inside of you, swearing softly at the feel of you wrapped so snugly around him.
“That’s it, there you go baby,” Steve whispered, too far gone to take a proper intake of breath. His chest was burning as he tried his best to not lose his shit, way too close already. “Oh, good girl, good fuckin’ girl.”
He set a fast pace the minute he bottomed out inside of you, hips snapping back before pushing the full length of his cock back into your cunt, the sounds of your heavy breaths and his hips slapping off of your ass bouncing off the tiles.
“M’not gonna last long,” you mumbled, eyes unfocused and glassy as Steve reached around you to rub at your clit the exact way you liked. “Steve, shit.”
“Thank god,” Steve groaned, leaning over you to kiss and bite at your shoulder and neck. “Fuck, baby, so fuckin’ close, you feel too good.”
Steve came seconds after you did, cheeks flushed and eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of your clenching around him, crying out his name between hiccups and gasps. He pulled out, swearing, fisting himself roughly as he spilled over your ass, getting the lace trick of your underwear a little messy.
“Oh fuck me, fuck me, look at you,” Steve whined, “you’re too much, sweetheart.”
You were too busy trying to catch your breath, hair messy and stuck to your forehead as you smiled sleeping at him from the mirror.
Steve landed a pretty tap to an ass cheek, grinned as he watched it bounce, his sticky mess shiny in the low bathroom light, dripping down the curve of your ass.
synopsis: you’re in love with your best friend, steve. steve is in love with you. you would think it’s simple, right? well, according to steve, you would be wrong.
warnings: im shit at summaries, pining, best friends to lovers, mutual feelings which makes this more idiots to lovers, mentions of underage drinking and smoking, mentions of st*ncy, season 3 tings, nancy and robin are good friends, bit of angst, bit of fluff, canon violence, blood, injuries, mentions of vomit, cursing?, lmk if I missed any!
a/n: this fic is completely inspired by the events that lead up to my first relationship. yes, I’m completely projecting to deal with my own experiences and heartbreak, but don’t you worry, this has a much happier ending than my relationship did. also the title is from the one direction song as it was the “our song” of said relationship. pls don’t let this one flop that would be embarrassing. gif isn’t mine.
You weren’t quite sure when you feelings for Steve Harrington transitioned from platonic to romantic.
It seemed like one minute he was as your best friend–an unlikely one, but after all you’d seen together in the last year, your best friend nonetheless–and the next he was consuming your every waking thought.
At first you assumed the timing couldn’t have been better, his relationship with Nancy having just ended. Until you realized just how heartbroken he was, and the fact that Nancy was also one of your best friends. How would it look for you to swoop in right after her and Steve broke up?
Eventually you realized that it clearly wouldn’t have been so bad, as Nancy had quickly moved on to a relationship with Jonathan not long after.
Not that you judged her for it, but you didn’t understand how she could dismiss her relationship with Steve so easily, not when you were the one pining for his love and he was the one sulking and staring longingly at her and Jonathan’s intertwined hands.
It didn’t seem fair that she held his attention even after breaking his heart when she didn’t even love him like you did.
But then his attention seemed to fall on you, most of your time being spent in each other’s presence and your bond growing even stronger during the summer of ‘84.
So strong that you’d even began to silently suspect that maybe, just maybe, he’d began to like you back. You’d thought it was all in your head, your imagination running wild in order to cope with what you thought were unrequited feelings. But then Nancy made a comment during one of your sleepovers that you couldn’t seem to get out of your head.
“I see the way he looks at you.” Nancy had spoken out of the blue, completely off topic from your previous conversation about this years summer reading.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you blinked in confusion. “What?”
The brunette smirked, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Steve. He likes you.”
Your mouth fell open, breath hitching in your throat as you searched for something to say. “You’re crazy.” Was all you managed to scoff out, face burning and hoping that she didn’t notice how flustered you’d become by her words.
She noticed. The grin she wore softened, realizing how deeply the idea affected you. “Am I? You’re all he ever talks about. Every conversation we have have he seems to always find a way to bring you up. The two of you are always together, always touching, and like I said–I see the way he looks at you. He can’t take his eyes off you.”
You mouth became so dry you had to reach for the water bottle on Nancy’s nightstand, taking down swigs of water in an attempt to calm down your racing heart and increasing body temperature. When did Nancy’s room get so hot?
Nancy just watched you with poorly concealed amusement. “You okay?”
You screwed the plastic cap of the water bottle back on with shaky hands, chuckling nervously. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
She gave you a shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe because you also have feelings for Steve?” You’re internally grateful you weren’t still gulping down water, because you’re sure you would have choked if you were.
“Okay, it was a joke before but now I’m definitely questioning your sanity, Nance.” You avoided her eyes as you spoke, occupying yourself with a bottle of red nail polish, suddenly feeling like your fingers needed a pop of color. “I don’t know where you’re getting these ideas from but I can promise you they’re not true. I’m fairly certain Steve still has a thing for you. Not that it would matter because I definitely don’t have feelings for him and even if I did that would be completely breaking girl code and I would never do that to you–“
Nancy said your name, pulling your eyes away from your now red thumbnail to her face instead, taking in her comforting smile.
“It’s okay,” You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Nancy sighed. “Look, I didn’t want to meddle because it honestly not my business, but it’s borderline painful how oblivious the two of you are.” She paused to take your hands into hers. “No matter what me and Steve had before, it’s nothing like what you two have now. As great as he was, I know now that I never really loved him, not like I know you do. And definitely not like he loves you.”
You didn’t know what to say, and Nancy seemed to realize this. She squeezed your hands gently. “Just think about it, okay? And talk to Steve.”
After your talk, you couldn’t help but take notice of the things Nancy mentioned. You two did spend a lot of time together, and you realized that he did indeed always seem to have an arm around your shoulder, a hand on your lower back or his leg pressed up against yours. A few quick questions to your group of friends, who were all aware of your feelings and apparently of Steve’s as well, confirmed Nancy’s observation of him constantly talking about you. And when you stole quick glances at him from your peripherals, he was always focused on you.
The more you sat on the thought, the more it seemed to good to be true. But between Nancy and the rest of your friends contributing to the idea, it was hard not to get your hopes up.
You really should’ve known better.
-
It took a while for you to work up the courage to talk to Steve about your feelings, but as it turns out, it would happen in a much more casual way than you’d anticipated.
“I had a really interesting conversation with Nancy the other day.” He had blurted. It was late in the night on a Friday, the two of you lounging by his pool, bodies relaxed by the combination of the soft blue light from the water and the alcohol running through your system from the couple of beers you’d consumed.
Your head was a bit too hazy for you to realize what he could’ve been talking about, so you twisted your neck to lazily look over at him. “‘Bout what?”
“About how we our feelings for each other.”
For a moment you’d thought you were imagining the words. Either that or you were heaving a dream-no, a nightmare. You silently pinched your arm. Definitely still awake.
Realizing you hadn’t replied, you cleared your throat awkwardly. “Oh.”
You resisted the urge to facepalm at your answer.
Steve’s lips lifted at the corners, gazing at you with a fondness in his eyes that you missed, your own gaze focused on the swaying pool water.
“Yup. Told me all about how oblivious we’ve both been. Really opened my eyes.” He spoke softly.
You’re lips rolled into your mouth, hoping Steve couldn’t hear the way your heart pounded against your rib cage. “Did it?”
He nodded, expression becoming slightly pained as he spoke his next words. “It did. Because I realized two things after. One, that I do have feelings for you.”
Your head slowly lifted to meet his eyes, the depth of his gaze knocking the breath out of your chest. “You do?” The slight eagerness in your tone told him well enough that you felt the same way, which both filled him with joy and with guilt.
He seemed hesitant to answer, but when he did he sounded sure. “I do.”
You tried not to show the fear you felt on your face. “It sounds like there’s a but in there.” You forced a small laugh, hoping it sounded genuine and not as pained as it felt.
“Yeah, um…that was the second thing.” Your eyes raked over his form, his hand that wasn’t holding his bottle was trembling and you could tell that he was chewing on the inside of his cheek anxiously. “I did realize that I have feelings for you, that’s for sure. And I wish this was simple enough for that to be it, but…” His hands fell into his face, seemingly unable to spit out the words.
“Steve?” You called quietly. You waited for his eyes to meet yours. “It’s okay. Whatever you need to say, you can tell me. You know that.”
By some miracle, your words seemed to bring him enough comfort and confidence to say what he needed to. Though, once he did, you really wished they wouldn’t have.
“But I still have feelings for Nancy too.”
You really thought that pining after Steve and thinking he didn’t feel the same was the worst pain you’d felt. Turns out, you were very wrong.
“Oh.”
Steve sighed, his left hand raking through his hair, unable to meet your eyes. “I know how I feel about you, and I know how you feel about me. But I don’t want to start anything with you knowing that I won’t be able to give all of myself to you. Not yet. It’s not fair to you and I would never forgive myself if I put you through the same thing I went through.”
You could only bring yourself to nod slowly,
attempting to process the information while ignoring the ache in your chest.
Steve spoke your name softly, “Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
When you met his eyes, it was easy to see the guilt and the pain behind them. It brought you a little bit of comfort, knowing that he wasn’t just saying this to avoid being with you and he genuinely wanted to do what was best for both of you.
Still, the hurt greatly outweighed the comfort.
“Yeah.” You breathed after a few seconds. “Yeah, I get it. It’s for the best.”
You should have known better
-
If your friends noticed anything different between you and Steve, they didn’t say anything about it.
You’d made the conscious decision to distance yourself from Steve, for the sake of your sanity and your hearts. It wasn’t enough for a divide to have been created, but it was enough to be able to pretend like you were never in love with your best friend in the first place.
Steve had definitely taken notice to your distance, but other than a small frown that appeared on his face, he didn’t utter a word. He knew why, you knew he knew, and he couldn’t blame you.
Life after that got kind of crazy. Not any crazier than the Demogorgan or the alternate dimension that sat under Hawkins, but it allowed you to somewhat forget about your situation.
You and Steve both graduated during the Spring of 1985, taking jobs at the newly built Starcourt Mall that summer. He’d began working at the Scoops Ahoy, an ice cream shop, while you worked at the Merry-Go-Round just outside of the food court. They weren’t the cushiest of jobs, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy your employee discount.
Steve seemed to be enjoying his job for the most part. Sure he had to wear a cheesy sailor costume and deal with Erica Sinclair coming in nearly every day and pestering them for enough free samples to make a regular cup of ice cream, but he did get to encounter a lot of cute girls that came in during the boiling Indiana summer heat.
He never verbalized this perk, but by the score board made by his lovely coworker, Robin, who had come to be a great friend to you, he was very enthusiastic about his flirting.
At first you’d felt almost betrayed by his advances towards other girls. Had the two of you not confessed you feelings to each other a year before? But then you rationalized that you had been the one to put a stop to anything that even remotely crossed the line between platonic and romantic. Maybe he’d figured you’d lost feelings for him?
Either way it was painful to watch, but also slightly satisfying whenever a pretty girl would reject him. Not that you’d ever admit it.
Robin was quick to pick up on the tension between the two of you, and you surprised yourself when you found it startlingly easy to open up to her. You suppose that the only other person you could ever really talk about your Steve problem with was Nancy, and that wasn’t necessarily an option anymore.
Nancy was none the wiser of the reason you and Steve never pursued a relationship. You didn’t want her to feel guilty for essentially being the reason why, although it was completely out of her control.
All she was told was that you had both agreed that your lives were too hectic for relationships at the moment and you’d decided that it was for the best to stay friends.
Something told you she didn’t quite believe you, but she never pried, which you were thankful for.
Robin became a great outlet for your feelings for Steve, along with becoming one of your best friends. You were also sure to reciprocate her support which led to her heartfelt confession about her sexuality.
For the first time in a while, you’re life seemed to be falling back into equilibrium. Steve was still your best friend, you were making a decent amount of money that would soon start going to your tuition to the community college in the fall, and there was nothing supernatural occurring in Hawkins.
Apparently, you hadn’t learned your lesson about not getting your hopes up.
If you had only agreed to take the bus home instead of accepting Steve’s offer for a ride, which you had to wait around for him and Robin to close at Scoops, an hour after your shift had ended, maybe you wouldn’t have ended up stranded in a Russian elevator beneath the mall. But life just never seemed to work in your favor, did it?
Honestly, you were surprised it had taken as long as it did for the five of you to get caught. After the Russian guard that Steve had–shockingly–been able to knock out recovered and alerted reinforcements, you’d all been chased throughout the base as an alarm sounded. If your circumstances weren’t already shitty enough, you’d also come face to face with yet another interdimensional gate that the Russians had opened, welcoming a new set of concerns for your group of friends you hadn’t seen in almost twenty four hours.
The guards chased you all into a room that conveniently contained an air duct in the floor that served as an escape. Steve was the last to enter, slamming the door and calling for both you and Robin to help him defend it against the group of guards that were, admittedly, much stronger than the three of you.
Dustin and Erica were lucky enough to escape before they were able to knock down the door, and as you stared at the barrels of multiple guns, you could only hope they’d be able to find some help before it was too late.
They’d separated you, Steve and Robin at first. You’d taken to wailing on the door as much as you could, hoping that if you annoyed them enough maybe you could get to answers as to where your friends were.
You were sure that you’d heard shouts in the distance, some sounding like Robin, some like Steve. The only difference we’re that Robins were like yours, begging for help and to be let out of your temporary prisons, but Steve’s weren’t intelligible words, only pained yells.
It only made you more persistent, and eventually your wish was granted.
The door flew open so fast that you stumbled back, chest rising and falling in time with your quick breaths, heart pounding with fear at the sight of the Russian general that entered the room.
He was flanked by two other guards, smirking at you with malice.
“We’ve received some noise complaints.” He joked, his words being followed by an accent.
You scowled, “Where are my friends?”
The man chuckled, ignoring your question and turning his head to look at the men behind him. He muttered something in Russian you couldn’t understand and suddenly the men were bounding towards you. They’d each taken a hold of your upper arms, forcing you down onto a chair that previously sat in the corner of the room and bounding your upper body to the back of it.
“I am going to ask you the same as i’ve asked your friends.” He leaned down towards you. “Who do you work for?”
Your face remained unchanged as you debated your next move. You could be honest and hope they’d believe you, though you weren’t sure that would work, so you went with your second option.
You leaned towards the man in the same manor he had, a small grin growing on your face. “Suck. My. Dick.”
Part of you regretted your actions, but part of you was too satisfied with the anger you caused. The satisfaction was quickly overshadowed by the pain that began to spread across your face as his palm made contact with your cheek.
The following few minutes would always be a blur, as the pain the men inflicted upon you began to mess with your senses. You didn’t know how much time had had passed, but a blow to your head was the last straw your body could take, the last thing you remember being the straps around your body loosen, and you were pulled from the chair.
-
When you’d finally came to you weren’t sure how much time had passed. You felt your body being shook before anything. Then came the sound of a screeching siren, and then you were able to pry your eyes open.
There were two blurry figures hovering above you, and when your vision cleared, you realized it was Dustin and Erica, looking extremely concerned as they repeated your name.
“…you okay? Y/N, can you hear me?” Dustin asked, waving his hand in front of your face.
You squinted at the sudden intrusion of light from the room, looking around confused. “Dustin? Erica? What’s going on? What happened?” Your voice came out in a mess of mumbles as you struggled to sit up, realizing you’d been laying on the floor.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Erica said, her large eyes trailing over the multiple bruises and cuts that were visible at first glance.
There was a pause as you winced from the pounding in your head. “Um..I remember you guys leaving to get help, but not much after.” You admitted, gratefully accepting Dustin’s hand to help you stand.
“Well, the good news is that you’re fairly caught up, meaning you’re possible concussion isn’t life threatening.” He offered, speaking hurriedly. “Think you’re good enough to run?” He asked, already halfway out the door.
With a silent nod, you followed him and Erica out the room you’d been kept it. The lead you just down the hall and it wasn’t until then that you noticed Dustin had one of the guards tasers in his hand.
“Where did you get that?” You yelled frantically. Lord save you from Claudia Henderson should something happen to her baby.
Dustin ignored your question and burst through another door, letting out a war cry and shoving the taser directly into the chest of the man stood in the room.
You watched in both horror and amazement as the man shouted in pain before collapsing. The was a pause as Dustin looked back at you with an open mouth, like he was also surprised. “Never mind,” You panted, “I don’t wanna know.”
“Hey! Henderson!” Steve grinned as Dustin freed him from his restraints. “That’s crazy I was just talking about you.
“Oh, my god!” Robin laughed, kissing your cheek affectionately after you untied her. “I’m so happy to see you.”
You chuckled breathlessly, head still throbbing in pain. “Happy to see you too, Robbie, but we gotta run.”
“Y/N…” Steve said breathily, looking at you as if you were an angel sent from above. “You’re here.”
You could tell immediately that something was wrong, but the still sounding siren reminded you of your hasty circumstances. “Hey Stevie,” You grinned. Grasping your hand with his, you began to pull him out just behind Dustin and Erica who were doing the same to a stumbling Robin.
“Did the Russians hurt you?” Steve’s voice was slurred in a way you hadn’t heard since the last time you’d stayed at his house, smoking the weed he’d gotten from a dealer that went to Hawkins High. Some metal head who was a repeat senior.
You glanced back, catching a glimpse of worried expression in his hazy eyes. “No, I’m fine, Steve.” You weren’t fine, not even close, but he didn’t need to know that. You doubted he’d remember anything you said once he sobered up from whatever drugs they had put into him and Robin.
-
Steve and Robin found themselves in the movie theater restrooms, finally back above ground. You and Dustin had left Erica to keep watch of them after sticking them in a showing of Back to the Future.
They’d been able to sneak out without alerting their caretaker, but had to quickly run to the restroom after the drugs had reached their stomachs.
Steve wanted to test if the drugs had left their system along with their lunch from the day before. He asked Robin when the last time she peed her pants was. She said it was earlier with the Russians, when the doctor pulled out the bone saw. The she asked him a question.
“Have you...ever been in love?”
He feels like his first thought should have been Nancy, what with her being his first love. And yet, he couldn’t help but picture you.
Steve realized a second later that he was silent for a bit too long. “Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.”
“Oh, my God.” Robin rolled her eyes. “She's such a priss.” Part of her resisted the urge to mention you, because that’s who she assumed he was going to say. Unlike you, Steve had been quiet about his feelings to Robin, figuring that with how close the two of you had gotten, she’d be the first to blab about his feelings for you. And he couldn’t have that happening, especially when it had been so long since that night he broke your heart. You’d always been so closed off about your emotions, worse after that night, and he wasn’t sure you even liked him anymore.
Who was he too assume you’d wait around for him to lose feelings for Nancy?
But Robin wasn’t dumb. Sure she had a poor grasp of socials cues, but she also had two eyes and a very clever brain. It wasn’t difficult to see the pining stares the two of you gave each other when the other wasn’t looking and put to and two together.
Steve hummed thoughtfully. “Turns out, not really.
Robin scoffed a little. If she was gonna get Steve to confess his feelings for you willingly, she was gonna have to play this smart. “Are you still in love with Nancy?”
“No.” Steve answered, honestly and without hesitation.
“Why not?”
He could see his reflection in the black seat of the toilet, his swollen eye and busted lip serving as a reminder of what they had just been through. What you had been through. Though the events before him and Robin had fled to the bathroom to puke up the contents of their stomachs were hazy, he remembers your face when Dustin broke you all free–the dark print on your face that looked almost like a hand and the blood that dried under your nose.
“I think it's because I found someone who's a little bit better for me.” He finally managed to say. “It's crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he's been saying, you know, you gotta find your Suzie, you gotta find your Suzie–"
“Wait, who's Suzie?” Robin asked.
Steve shrugged, “It's some girl from camp. I guess his girlfriend? To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real.” He let out a little chuckle. “But that's not...that's not really the point. That doesn't matter. The point is, this girl, you know, the one that I like…it's somebody that I didn't even talk to in school. Not until I met Nancy.”
“And I don't even know why. Maybe 'cause Tommy H. would've made fun of me or...I wouldn't be...prom king.” Steve shook his head at this own words. Everyday he regretted how he let himself act in high school. He knows that it was all for validation, compensating for what he didn’t receive as he grew up with an asshole for a father and a pushover for a mother. Still, it didn’t excuse any of his actions and not a day went by that he wished he had been better.
“It's stupid. I mean, Dustin's right, it's all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because, when I think about it, I should've been hanging out
with this girl the whole time. First of all, she's hilarious. She's so funny. I feel like, these couple years i’ve known her, I have laughed harder than I have laughed...in a really long time.”
You and Steve hadn’t grown close until after his breakup with Nancy. He can remember the night you two hung out for the first time. He’d been driving around town to clear his mind not long after Eleven had closed the gate to the Upside Down and Hawkins Lab had been exposed. During this drive is when he passed by the local play ground and spotted you, swinging all by yourself on the swing set. As he parked his car and approached you, he could see your head go back for a second and when he got closer, he could see a silver flask hidden under your jacket. To say he was worried was an understatement so he silently sat next you to, asking if you were okay.
With the alcohol fogging your better judgement, you were quick to spill your thoughts to Steve. The nightmares you’d been having, the worry you felt for those poor kids you’d been babysitting for years and how they’d be able to handle this kind of trauma, the loneliness you felt now that Nancy had found a comfort in Jonathan and you had no one. In turn, Steve shared his own worries, his own heartbreak after Nancy and the pressures he received from his parents. After that night, you were inseparable.
“And she's smart. Way smarter than me. And she’s such a badass. She always puts people in their place, including me, and she handles all the bullshit we’ve been through like it just another Tuesday for her…you know? She's honestly unlike anyone
I've ever even met before.”
Robin couldn’t keep the grin off her face. God, she couldn’t wait to tell you that Steve was still head over heels for you.
She never knew for sure, though she had her suspicions, that he still had feelings for you. But now she did know. And if Steve didn’t say something soon, she was gonna.
“Robin?” He called after a long pause. “Robin, did you just OD in there?”
The blonde girl sighed, attempting to rein in the giddiness. The boy her best friend was in love with just admitted his feelings for said best friend, okay? Give her a break. “No. I...am still alive.”
Steve let his curiosity win and slid his body under the stall to sit across from Robin. “The floor's disgusting.” She told him.
“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood
and puke on my shirt,” He reminded her. “So…What do you think?” He asked, hoping he didn’t sound too anxious. He knew better than to think that Robin didn’t how you felt about him. She probably knew even better than Nancy, who had been your best friend for years.
“About?” She replied coyly.
Steve huffed. “This girl.”
Robin smirked back at him. “She sounds awesome.” By now Steve could tell she had gotten the hint. What was she messing with him for?
“She is awesome.” He agreed. “And what about the guy?”
“I think he's finally come to senses. And he needs to tell the girl how he feels because I know, for a fact, that she feels the same way.”
Steve’s face felt like it was on fire. More-so than it already did with the the fresh wounds. “Really? 'Cause I think he should too. This time without screwing up their friendship because he was too scared to get his heart broken again.” He sighed, head falling back to rest again the open door of the bathroom stall.
Robin cocked her head, asking him in a softer voice. “Is that why? Why you rejected her?”
“I didn’t–“ Steve groaned, running a hand through his unruly hair. “I didn’t want to hurt her. I knew I wasn’t completely over Nancy yet and I know what it’s like to be with someone whose heart isn’t fully yours. I couldn’t put her through that…but yeah. I guess I was also just worried the same thing would happen and I think that if it did…it would’ve been so much worse than the first time.”
Steve knew in the back of his mind that, although he had loved Nancy, it didn’t even come close to how he felt for you. His love for you was all consuming. Not a day went by that you weren’t on his mind. It’s a wonder how he never noticed you before he got with Nancy, and even then you were just his girlfriends best friend. In hindsight, he should’ve known by the way you never took shit from Tommy and Carol, and him, that you were nothing like anyone he’d met before. If he had to have gone through the same situation of you falling out of love with him like with Nancy, he doesn’t think he would’ve been able to survive that.
It was then that Robin knew. In the most vulnerable state she’d ever seen Steve Harrington, former King of Hawkins High, in. She knew there was now a bond between them that wasn’t there before the summer–hell, before even that day. She knew it was safe to make her own confession.
“Do you remember what I said
about Click's class?”
-
The Battle of Starcourt would go on to be known as The Fire, to the general public. To you and to Steve and to your group of friends that had been there to defeat the Mindflayer, it would be a day to add to your list of traumatic, other-dimensional, bullshit that’s gonna plague you’re nightmares for the rest of your lives.
But it was finally over. The Fire and Police departments had shown up to “rescue” all of you. They didn’t know why you’d all been the in the mall so late anyways, or what had started the fire. But there were plenty of government officials there that were aware of the dangers that occurred in Hawkins and were able to answer their questions with something believable.
After being check by paramedics, you were all driven home in police cars. You tried not to linger on the fact that none of the drivers were Hopper. You didn’t think you could take thinking about that for too long. Not yet.
Steve had insisted you and Robin stay at his. The deputy that drove you was hesitant, but after admitting that none of you wanted to be alone, he relented, dropping the three of you off at the Harrington household.
“You can take the first shower, Robbie.” There was more than one shower in the house, but Robin didn’t argue. She didn’t need you to convince to leave the two of you alone for a bit, knowing that there were plenty of unspoken words between you that needed to be said. “I’m gonna help clean up his face a little.”
Robin nodded silently, giving you a lingering hug that poured out the mutual appreciation you had for each other before heading upstairs.
You wordlessly pulled Steve into the guest bathroom on the first floor, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet and sitting yourself on the counter to be at eye level with him.
There was a silence that was only broken by the soft breathing from you can the occasional hisses of pain from Steve as you dabbed his eye with hydrogen peroxide.
“Sorry.” You whispered after a slightly too harsh wipe. The pad of your thumb ran lightly over the swollen skin, your other fingers resting over his cheek.
Steve relaxed under your touch. He couldn’t remember the last time you two were this close. Most likely it was before that night. Before he hurt you and caused you to distance yourself. What an idiot, he thought.
“It’s okay.” He replied. Taking a chance, Steve let his hands come up, softly, almost cautiously, letting them find your hips. He could feel you stiffen, and he almost ripped his hands away, until you settled, scooting a little closer to his body.
“Can I ask you something?” He said after a minute. The warmth of his palms had momentarily distracted you and it took a second to realize he’d said something.
You blinked dumbly, “Yeah, go ahead.” You let out breathily, resuming your cleaning and hoping he didn’t notice how flustered his touch had made you.
Steve could feel his heart pounding and he prayed you couldn’t feel it against his skin.
“Do you…still have feelings for me?”
You were immediately brought back to that fateful night. Really, you tried to best to forget it, but you’d never been able to succeed in that. It never left your mind, actually. How could you, when he flirted with other girls in front of you, or you felt the awkwardness when he was near Nancy and Jonathan. Nothing could make you forget the day Steve broke your heart.
“Y/N?” He whispered.
The lump in your throat went down with a struggle. You pulled away from him slightly, occupying yourself with throwing away the bloody cotton ball you’d been using to clean his eye and soaking another one in more hydrogen peroxide. “Does it matter?” You asked, not meeting his eyes.
“Yes, of course, it matters.” He insisted, voice raising a bit. “More than anything?”
You couldn’t help the defeated sigh that left your body. “Why, Steve? Why does it matter. Why do you need to know? I thought we’d been through this already and I’m sorry but I really don’t wanna go through it again-“
“It matters because I love you!”
Your breath hitched, wide eyes gazing back at his. Finally Steve had uttered the words you’d been longing to hear for months now, and yet you didn’t know what to say.
“Are you sure?”
Steve didn’t know it was possible to hear your own heart shatter, but in that moment he was convinced he did. To think that he finally gathered the courage to pour his heart out, and here you were, not sure if to believe him. He did that to you. This was his own doing.
His hands left your sides to reach your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “I’m promise you, with every fiber of my being, that i’ve never been more sure if anything in my life.” He admitted, thumb soothing the fading hand mark on your face, just as you had to go moments before.
“But Nancy–“
Steve shook his head. “There is no Nancy.” He smiled at you fondly. “Yes I was worried at first about still feeling something for her because I didn’t want to let myself be with you if I didn’t know for sure. But I know now that nothing i’ve ever felt for her compares to how much I’m in love with you.”
Unshed tears gathered in your eyes. It was overwhelming, hearing what you’d always wanted to hear and not knowing what it is that suddenly opened his eyes.
You placed your hands atop of his, sniffling. “Where’s this coming from.”
Steve let his head hang, trying to find the right words to express how he felt. “Today. When the Russians got us and they took you from Robin and I. I’ve never been more terrified in my life.” His hands slid from your face but never strayed from your own, allowing you to intertwine your fingers with his and rest them on your lap. “Not knowing where you were or what they were doing to you. You should’ve heard me before they shot us up with whatever drugs those were. I wouldn’t stop asking about you ‘till they started beating me up.”
The soft skin of your hands was a comfort to him and he leant his forehead up against your own. “I couldn’t stop thinking about if I was gonna see you again. If one or both of us didn’t make it out and I never would’ve gotten the chance to tell you how much I love you. All because I was too scared to confront my own feelings.”
You let go of one of his hands and ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly to lift his face. After a moment of analyzing the busted and bruised skin on his face, you pressed a feather light kiss against his eye. Steve let a breath out of his body, as if that kiss lifted all the weight from his shoulders.
“I could kill every single one of those Russians for hurting you.“ You whispered, a couple treacherous tears escaping your eyes. “I was worried about you too. I always worry about you.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded, smiling painfully. “Yeah. Even when you’re just at home. Cause I know your parents aren’t home and I hate the thought of you in this big house all alone when I know how you feel about it. And I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately, I just couldn’t after….”
Steve gave you and understanding smile, guilt shining in those beautiful brown doe eyes that you adored. “I know. And I’m sorry too. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you, and in doing what I thought was best, I did just that.“
You slid your hands to the back of his neck, messing with the hairs at the nape. “How about…we forget that night ever happened? I don’t know that you love me,” Your gaze met his, sipping your chin to look at him through your lashes. “And you don’t know that I love you.”
Steve’s face lit up as if you’d just told him he won the lottery. He knew not even that feeling would compare to what he was feeling in this moment after hearing you say those three words.
“Okay,” He grinned. “Y/N, I don’t know if you know this or not, but I’m in love with you.”
You couldn’t contain your giggles, feeling his own breaths of laughter hit your face as you moved closer to him.
“Oh really? Well, Steve, I didn’t know that, actually. But I think you should know, that I’m in love with you too.”
Steve gasped like you’d said something profound and you both collapsed into laughter. “You know what I also think?” You hummed in response. “I think you should kiss me.”
You head leaned to the side and you tapped your chin twice in consideration. “Hmm. I think that’s a great idea.”
And you also think that you could die happy, finally knowing what Steve Harrington’s lips felt like against yours.
Steve Harrington x fem!Reader x Eddie Munson (NSFW)
Synopsis: When a thunderstorm ruins your camping trip, the gang rushes out to the nearest motel for shelter. Except with only a handful of rooms left, Steve and Eddie are left to room together. And that could prove exceptionally awkward since they'd spent the whole day trying to outdo each other while flirting with you. Even more so if they find out you'd shared a heated moment with either guy the week before the trip. It was going to be one hell of a night.
Warnings: nsfw content; steddie trying to outdo each other w/you, overthinking, heated makeout sessions, dirty dream, grinding, thigh riding, nipple play, fingering, oral (reader receiving), handjob, threesome, steddie takes turns fucking you, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, the guys cum on your stomach
Word Count: 10.8k
A/N: Thinking about taking this idea and turning it into a long slow-burn series. Is that something y'all would wanna read? :)
Caveat: takes place in '86 except everything is fine and nothing bad has happened since the end of season two.
It was supposed to be fun. Camping with the gang—after everyone was finally free to pile into two cars, drive out of Hawkins, and just have fun. It took some convincing to get everyone to agree to camping, but having everyone together at one campsite with s'mores, flimsy tents, and Eddie's stereo—it was too good to pass up. So you drove a few hours out of Hawkins, found a campsite, and pitched your tents.
It took some convincing to get Hopper to let El go. And Will was only allowed to if Jonathan went—even if you were leaving Hawkins because of everything. But Jonathan had no qualms about it, especially since Nancy was tagging along with Mike. It left you, Steve, Eddie, and Robin to act as chaperons, although you had a feeling that as soon as the antics started, it'd just end up being you.
And see, you had been having fun. Most of you were gathered around the campfire Steve had bragged he could light without a match, couldn't, and Eddie got it started with his lighter. Jonathan and Nancy were off somewhere to enjoy some alone time, Dustin was trying to radio Suzie while Lucas helped him carry the antenna from Steve’s car, and the rest of the gang was making s'mores.
Across the big fire, Max was showing El how to create the perfect s'more, Mike and Will were dropping ingredients everywhere while they talked about D&D, and Steve and Eddie were both distracted with themselves. You and Robin watched as Steve tried to get his ingredients to balance on his knee, his leg clearly shaking. And Eddie, holding a cigarette in one hand and a long stick in the other, was trying to frantically blow out the flaming marshmallow that was seconds away from falling off the end.
"Shit," he cursed, jumping up to prevent it from hitting his leg.
"What are you doing, dude?" Steve threw his hands up as he glared at Eddie, proceeding to knock his carefully stacked s'more off his knee. "Damn it."
"They're children," Robin whispered.
Across the way, Lucas was joining Max and El, reaching for s'more makings as Dustin groaned over the still-packed antenna. Max held the marshmallows away from Lucas as he tried to reach for them, earning a burst of giggles and banter from the trio.
"I agree," you answered, turning back to watch as Eddie came over to the pile of ingredients by Steve, and Steve smacked him away.
"No, you're going to set the whole forest on fire with that crap." Steve snatched the bag of marshmallows up.
"Bullshit. Give me more." Eddie tried to grab them from Steve, and Steve jerked them out of his reach.
"Boys, boys." Robin pushed up from her chair and placed a hand on both guys. She scowled at Eddie's cigarette, and he was already flicking it into the fire. "How about you let us make some s'more, hm?"
Robin grabbed the marshmallows, shoved the box of graham crackers under her arm, and plucked up two chocolate bars.
"Hey," they both said in unison, but Robin ignored them, sitting back down beside you.
You shrugged at the guys as you shoved marshmallows onto the ends of your skewers, the sound of laughter unfolding around you.
It was nice. Just the whole moment was…nice.
It was a moment of peace after everything. And just getting to relax under the night sky as the crickets chirped and the fireflies flickered around you was the best thing in the world. Even if Steve and Eddie were bickering, Nancy and Jonathan were off somewhere else, and the gang was mid-argument about something regarding D&D, s'mores, and Suzie.
You closed your eyes and let the immediate moment wash over you, the ache in your muscles setting in from a day of non-stop excitement. You could easily ignore the twisting nerves rooted in Hawkins when you were far from it.
Well, until Robin leaned over and nudged you gently.
"So the guys, huh?" Robin tipped her chin up as she blew on her marshmallow.
You glanced up at Steve and Eddie. Confusing emotions fluttered in your stomach as you watched them bicker. The orange flames flickering over them was a particularly nice sight. It was like a warm spotlight over them, making the rest of the world fade around you for just those few brief seconds. If you hadn’t been there with the whole group, you might've asked them to go catch fireflies or look at the stars.
But you couldn't. So you cleared your throat and looked down at your lap, pushing away the thought.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." You let your marshmallow roast a little longer, avoiding looking at Robin because it was a blatant lie. Robin had been by your side for most of the day, leaving her privy to everything. Well, mostly everything.
But when she wasn't there, Steve or Eddie had taken her spot.
Steve, who was oh-so-chivalrous to help you carry your bag from the car, set up your tent, and gather sticks for the fire. Eddie, who kept a hand on the small of your back as the group hiked out to a small swimming hole, holding your hand down as you traversed a particularly rough section of the path. Then, when you got to the small lake, clothes were shed, and towels were laid out, their behavior became significantly more obvious.
Robin read a book beside Nancy and Jonathan, leaving you to take turns for who rode whose shoulders during a game of chicken.
You started on Steve's shoulders, where his hands rested firmly on your knees. Whenever you lost, his hands always went to your waist to help you up after tumbling back into the water. He held you close as you broke the surface and gasped for air, wiping the water from your eyes. The goofy grin he gave you as your bodies touched made your cheeks burn and he was well aware of it.
Then you went to Eddie's shoulders, whose fingers dug into your upper thighs, rings glinting in the hot sunlight. He had surprisingly strong core strength, even when two teams tried to push you over at once. And when you did lose, he'd always be over the top about it. Like when his arms went underneath you, and he picked you up bridal style, proclaiming that you'd lost a spectacular feat.
After the two spent too long arguing over who was going to fight next and who was going to be on whose team, you leaned over and asked El for a favor. After convincing them to team up, Eddie climbed on Steve's shoulders and you threw El onto yours. She knocked them down before they could even take a step towards you.
You high-fived each other as she wiped away the small trickle of blood from her nose.
"Sure you don't." Robin nodded and painstakingly wiped her marshmallow onto her graham cracker. "Not like they've been fighting over you the whole day. Or haven’t been flirting with you the last few months."
"They have not."
"Steve's been giving you free rentals since we started working at Family Video." She took a bite of her s'more. "And Eddie's been checking out a lot more books since you started working at the library."
"Records and tapes, too. Not just books." You glanced over at the two guys who were trying to swipe the ingredients from the younger group across from the fire. Very unsuccessfully. "And Steve is just being nice. You know Steve, ever the nice guy."
"Yeah, uh-huh."
"They're both just…being nice." You finished off your s'more and sucked in your cheeks. You really needed to tell Robin, but it wasn’t exactly something you could say around everyone else. Let alone Steve and Eddie.
"Yeah, Eddie Munson's just nice? And Steve? Friendly, sure. But he was fuming when Eddie carried you out of the lake over his shoulder." Robin blew out a long breath. "They like you. Face it. Now what are you going to do about it?"
"There's nothing to do about it." You broke off a piece of chocolate and took a bite. "I…there's nothing for me to do."
A branch cracked behind you, and you reached back, smacking Steve's hand away as he tried to snatch up the marshmallows and graham crackers. He gave you the Steve Harrington version of a pout and you shook your head and pulled the ingredients onto your lap. You hugged them and told him to buzz off.
On the other side of you, the leaves crunched, and when you looked over, Eddie was on his knees, arms on the armrest of your chair. He batted his eyelashes at you. Those big brown eyes were definitely a weakness of yours and he knew it. But you had to stand your ground.
"Last time I checked, us meant Robin and me, not you two dorks." You put a hand onto Eddie's forehead and pushed him back. He fell onto his ass and clutched his chest, wincing.
"Ouch. I'm wounded." He fell flat on his back and sighed.
"Dorks? Hey, don't lump me and that loser together." Steve pointed at Eddie. "Okay? Me and him—totally different."
"Not really," Dustin called from across the field, grinning madly when both Steve and Eddie turned to him. "You two are totally similar."
"Alright, Henderson. That's it." Steve charged toward Dustin.
He was three steps away from him when you felt the first drop on your leg. Thunder rumbled next, and a flash of lightning that lit the sky followed. A few more drops—faster, heavier. Eddie was already grabbing his stereo as the next drops came. Steve was helping Dustin pack up his antenna while everyone jumped to their feet and scrambled to grab what they could.
You and Robin doused the fire and grabbed your chairs, leaving you to be the last ones to get into the car.
You were soaked as you sat in the back of Steve's car. Dustin was in the front seat, yammering through the walkie-talkie about finding a motel to meet at. Steve drove, grumbling to Dustin about not getting mud on the floor. Eddie was on the other side of you, an arm over the back of the seat. His warmth radiated from it so much that you almost wished it was around you. You would've pulled it onto you were Robin not to your left. She peered back at Eddie's arm, at Steve's annoyed glance in the rear-view mirror, and then leaned against you.
"Just nice, right?"
You smacked her playfully, giving her a pointed look. She just shrugged and watched the passing cars, leaning her head against the door.
That's how you all stayed until Steve pulled up beside Nancy's car outside the first motel you could find: a packed Motel Super 8. And after a bit of bickering, you were sprinting through the rain to the front.
You, Steve, Robin, and Nancy stood shivering inside the office, waiting your turn in line. They had little vacancy left due to the storm and the sudden influx of campers who had the same idea as you. You shivered in the cold air conditioning, and Steve stepped closer. He threw an arm around your shoulders while he was still mid-conversation with the worker behind the desk.
You got four rooms. What would've been three turned into four when the last four rooms available were two doubles and two single kings. It made for a fairly easy split, at least. Lucas, Dustin, Mike, and Will in one room, El, Max, Robin, and you in another. Then the two king rooms were sectioned off to Eddie and Steve, and then Nancy and Jonathan.
You split the price between the four of you, throwing the damp cash onto the counter and bringing the news out to the rest of the group. Outside, where they were gathered, Eddie eyed where Steve still kept his arm around your shoulders. Neither seemed entirely thrilled with the bedroom assignment, but a king bed would at least let them build a solid wall between their bodies should they desire it.
“Wonder what could have possible gotten into them,” Nancy whispered with a small smile when you were eying some nearby vending machines. She glanced back at Steve and Eddie fighting over who held onto the room key. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” you muttered, taking the key from Robin when she came over.
There was something else you were worried about and you tried to keep it to yourself, but it was getting harder as you watched the group part ways. Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan all gave separate mini-lectures to the kids about behaving in their rooms.
At least with how you parted ways after retrieving your luggage from the car, you were spared any awkward goodnights from the men. That didn't help much with your nerves though, making your leg bounce as you waited to shower. Robin eyed you the whole time, but said nothing.
Not until everyone climbed in bed and said their goodnights. But you and Robin stayed up a little bit, and she talked softly about Vickie—mostly in code just in case El and Max were pretending to sleep. And you both avoided the elephant in the room for as long as you could until Robin finally said it.
"Alright, spill it. You've been on edge since the room assignments. Eddie and Steve are dumb guys, but they're not about to get into a fistfight over a girl. Probably."
You bit your lip and internally cursed. You had to tell Robin. You just had to rip the bandaid off.
"I lied earlier." You stared up at the ceiling. "I am well aware of how they are uh….interested in me."
"No shit."
You closed your eyes and fought the urge to cover your face with your hands. You should've told Robin earlier to even just have someone to confide in, but you hadn't exactly had the chance.
You bit the bullet.
"I kissed both of them." You winced as you looked at Robin's surprised face. "And that's underselling it."
"Explain. Now."
It wasn't something that you could explain in few words, especially with El and Max in the room. But if Robin could talk about Vickie in code, you could do the same regarding Steve and Eddie. The scenarios were relatively the same between the men. Both showed up at your work—Eddie coming by to check out sheet music and tapes from the library, and Steve showing up after your shift one night when you needed a ride home.
Eddie, having shown up more and more frequently to the library once you started working there, knew where to find you most times. He'd sneak up behind you, squeeze your waist, and lean against the shelves as you organized books. He'd inch closer, whispering little flirty quips that made your cheeks burn. It culminated in him coming by one evening when it was particularly empty, your manager busy up front helping a group of struggling students, and sweeping you off your feet.
He tugged you aside, pressed your back against the shelves, and gave you the kiss you'd been dreaming about. Tasted like coffee and cigarettes, hands on your hips, keeping you against the bookcase. Your hands grabbed onto his vest, jerking him closer, your small moans sounding loud in the silent library. Eddie snuck a leg between yours and guided your hips along it, giving you the friction you desperately needed there. Your head fell back as his mouth trailed over your neck.
Your hands, driven by pure desire, dropped to his belt buckle.
"(Y/N)!" Robin shoved you, and you shoved her back.
"It stopped there. We heard some people coming, and I didn't want to get fired. So Eddie left."
"When was this?"
"A week ago."
"Oh my god." Robin shook you and you gave her a nervous smile. "If that happened with Eddie, what the hell happened with Steve?"
"Yeah, about that."
Steve had picked you up a few times after work before when your sibling needed to borrow the car. But most of the time, he had someone with him. Usually it was Robin, sometimes it was Dustin. That night, however, it was the first time he'd picked you up alone, and the tension between you in the car was fucking thick. Especially since you were still reeling from your moment with Eddie a few days prior and you couldn't stop staring at Steve's hands on the steering wheel. Or how soft his lips looked as he rambled on about work. He just looked so damn good under the passing streetlamps, his hair a little messy from work.
When your hands touched as you both reached for the radio, it turned the two of you into blubbering idiots.
The tension broke when Steve pulled up outside your house and his awkward goodbye pat on your knee quickly turned into something far more charged. What was once just a hand on your knee turned into his hands cupping your cheeks as you reached across for his shirt collar. The windows in the car fogged up as you tried to get as close as possible, launching into a heated kiss that had you whimpering Steve's name.
His lips were softer than you’d thought.
Next thing you knew, you were crawling across the middle console and Steve was reaching down to push his seat back. His hands went to your waist, skimming up and untucking your uniform's polo until a rush of air hit bare skin. Your hips moved exactly how Eddie had been moving them the other day, except it was against the prominent bulge on Steve's lap, making his cheeks burn a bright red.
The outside light of your house flickering on made you stop. You quickly fell back into the passenger seat as the front door opened and your mother poked her head out. You prayed she hadn't seen anything as Steve waved with an awkward smile.
"Oh my god." Robin grabbed your shoulder and shook you hard enough to make El and Max stir in their bed. "You're seeing both of them?"
"No, no. I'm not. Hey. I haven't had time to even think about what the hell is happening because I've been too busy trying to plan this damn trip." You ran your hands over your face. "And I haven't told either of them what happened with the other, and now they're rooming together."
"They're so going to get into a fistfight."
You groaned into your palms and rolled onto your stomach. They might. Eddie wasn't outwardly violent, but he was nothing if not a possessive kind of guy. Shortly before your kiss, when he saw a guy being flirty towards you one time at work, he came up and threw his arms around your waist. He nuzzled your neck and gave it a quick kiss, muttering hi babe. The guy left very quickly after that.
And Steve? He played confrontational and nonconfrontational well. But he wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch to try and defend you–or anyone he cared about. Robin was right–he’d already looked close to throwing down with Eddie after he carried you out of the water. But it hadn’t been that flirty. You’d been trying to steal a few more minutes as everyone packed up their things. When you hadn’t gotten out in time, Eddie stalked back into the water without a second thought, threw his arms around you, and hoisted you over his shoulder. Forcibly carried you out and partway down the path back to your campsite.
It wasn’t like you weren’t hung up how he held you like that or anything. Or how Steve’s cheeks had gone a little pink when Eddie purposefully sat you down beside Steve. It was close enough that you fell back against Steve a bit, and he had to grab your waist to steady you. And Eddie, letting his eyes linger over you for a moment, held his hand out to Robin to help her up a semi-steep incline.
She smacked it away and shoved him to walk in front of her,
But everything aside, he and Eddie, even with their conflicting hobbies and interests, were friends. Dustin had spent more than a dozen movie nights with the two of them to prove the fact. Hell, they’d proven that throughout the day when they did work together. They may not have been as tight as you and Robin were, but they were friends.
The more you thought about it, the more you weren’t sure if that were a positive or a negative thing. Because friends talked. And it was really hard to lay there thinking about the two guys, alone in the room, talking about the day, and not imagine that your name gets brought up. But if your name got brought up…fuck.
You were supposed to have a little more time before things blew up in your face. You were supposed to have time to sit down, figure out your feelings, and go from there. Sure, you were procrastinating that until after the trip because when you sat down and tried to think about it, you couldn’t choose. Both guys were enticing, both guys made your heart race, and both guys made you want to lose all logic when they touched you.
You pinched the bridge of your nose and groaned.
"I'll be right back." You rolled out of bed as Robin sat up. "I, uh, need a snack."
"Sure you do." She looked like she was trying to decide whether she wanted to follow you or not. She glanced over at El and Max and sighed. "And if you happen to make a pit stop on your way to get snacks, might I just say good luck."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." You grabbed the room key and a handful of change. "Go to bed, Robin. I'll fill you in when I get back."
It was still storming when you left, and it seemed even worse than it was before. The thunder made you wince as you headed towards the vending machines near the front office. They weren't exactly packed with the most gourmet snacks, but you needed something to distract yourself with. Needed to get your mind off of Steve and Eddie.
Mindlessly looking at unhealthy snacks would do that. The fresh air would help too.
Worked about as well as it could until you rounded a corner, and your plan was foiled by the two men you were thinking about. They stood side-by-side in front of the machines, looking idly at them and muttering to each other. You stuttered to a stop as both of them looked over at you, and you felt your heart drop into your stomach.
Eddie was holding a big stack of snacks as Steve played with a fistful of coins. No wounds, though. Knuckles were clean, faces were unpunched. That was potentially a good sign. Still, you swallowed nervously, a knot in your throat as you slowly approached them.
"Hello." You laughed nervously. "Seems we had the same idea."
"Seems we did," Eddie said, his smile tight but teasing.
"Can't sleep?" Steve side-stepped so you could stand between them and look at the options.
"Not really, nope." You were desperate to make sure things were going well between the two of them. "You two, uh, enjoying your rooming?"
"Oh, yeah. Lots of manly bonding." Eddie nodded, trying to balance the snacks in one arm as he lit a cigarette.
Steve bent down and grabbed the bag of chips that fell in the machine, holding onto it as Eddie puffed his cigarette. He blew the smoke up and you accidentally watched his lips. You snapped yourself back to reality as Steve motioned towards the machine for you to go, except you weren't sure what you wanted yet. You looked at the machine, but you hadn't been looking at the options.
You put some coins in and went for the snack you saw: a box of Milk Duds.
Its thud was loud at the bottom of the machine.
“So, you guys bonded without Dustin’s help?” You tried a casual laugh, but it fell flat and you swallowed back the wince.
"Yeah. Talked a lot about the last week. Filled up a lot of the conversation." Steve threw up and caught a quarter as you bent down and grabbed the candy. It slipped from your fingers, and you fumbled with it before it fell to the concrete.
"You did, huh?" Your voice was strained as you squatted and picked the candy up. "Cool. That's…cool."
You stood slowly and cleared your throat. Looking down at the candy was easier than trying to face either of the two guys. What the hell were you supposed to say to them? They knew, and you had absolutely nothing to say about that fact.
You thought you were going to throw your heart up as it churned with the nerves in your stomach.
"So, uh." You rocked on your heels. "You guys…you, uh."
"We know, sweetheart," Eddie murmured, walking behind you.
"Don't worry, we won't kill each other. We've called a truce." Steve turned and wiggled his eyebrows. "Night, (Y/N). Do try and get some sleep."
You closed your eyes and winced. Their footsteps were drowned out by the storm as they returned to their room. They knew—they knew what'd gone down with both of them and they knew. You smacked your forehead a few times and spun, leaning against the vending machine.
Shit.
You had to choose. That’s what them knowing meant. And you knew you had to, but you were on vacation and you were trying to enjoy everything and you had no idea what to do. You liked both. Were really into both. How the hell were you supposed to choose?
Unless you'd run out of time to make a choice now that they both knew. That was also a possibility.
Fuck.
You retreated to your room after another few minutes of standing at the vending machine. Robin cracked an eye open when you tossed the Milk Duds aside and climbed in beside her. A curious glance earned her a short response before you tried to sleep.
"They know."
Her hand went to your shoulder for a quick squeeze before you both attempted to sleep. It said everything she might’ve said then–limited by your sleeping roommates and her own exhaustion. But it still helped. Made pressing your face into your pillow a little easier to tolerate as you let out a frustrated sigh.
Sleep lasted a matter of a few hours—at least for you. Hard to stay asleep when your mind spiraled into an unexpected and cruel dream.
You were back swimming in the lake with the two of them. But the water had stopped splashing as the three of you came together. Hands skimmed over bare, damp skin. One chest was to your back, the other to your stomach as a blur of dark blond and brown hair moved, their mouths leaving open-mouthed kisses over your shoulders and neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, mouth dropping open as your body burned hot.
A small gasp left you as the straps of your bathing suit were pulled aside and teeth nipped at the sensitive skin.
"Gotta pick," Eddie cooed, his hands coming up and catching the top of your suit from falling. The damp fabric slowly skated down your breasts as he cupped them, gradually moving his hands down to expose more and more of them until they were totally bare.
"Can't have us both, (Y/N)." Steve's eyes dropped to your chest as a few drops of water skated down his cheek. One of his hands slid south as Eddie's fingers swiped over your nipples, pinching them. His hand was warm as he pressed his palm to your cunt, carefully pressing the heel against your clit.
"Pick," they said together, Eddie pinching your nipples as Steve moved your bathing suit aside and ran his fingers between your folds.
You lasted only until Steve's fingers pressed into your cunt and Eddie's teeth dug into your shoulder, his fingers tugging teasingly on your nipples.
You sat up and looked around you. Robin, El, and Max were fast asleep. Their collective snoring echoed in the small room as you panted, glancing down over your body as you recalled the phantom touches of their fingers. The wetness and ache between your legs wasn't ignorable as you rolled out of bed and moved to the bathroom. You sat on the lid of the toilet, head in your hands, trying to fight the urge to get rid of the ache you really wanted to satisfy.
It wouldn't take much, and with everyone asleep, it wasn't like you'd get caught. But your leg kept bouncing as you replayed the dream, as you replayed the day, as you replayed your two heated kisses with the men.
You really didn't want to choose.
You transferred the urge to touch yourself into frantic panic and frustration, pushing up from the toilet, grabbing your room key, and storming towards their shared room. The storm was still going, and thunder and lightning continued to crack through the sky. The wind whipped around you, throwing rain underneath the awning, as you knocked loudly on their door.
Steve answered the door after a bit of muffled arguing.
His hair was a little mussed, his gray sweatpants wrinkled, and his lack of a shirt drew your attention as he opened the door. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he raised his eyebrows, looking over you with genuine curiosity.
"(Y/N)?"
You heard Eddie roll out of bed the second Steve spoke, and Eddie quickly appeared behind him. He was in dark red plaid boxers, an old band shirt, and his hair was pulled into a low bun. He mimicked Steve's surprised and sleepy expression as he looked at you over Steve's shoulder. His eyes danced over you with a hint of amusement.
"Uh-oh. Think we're in trouble, Steve."
"Looking a bit like that." Steve stepped aside, forcing Eddie to move, and motioned for you to enter.
You took one steadying breath and entered their room. You started speaking as soon as you crossed the threshold.
"I didn't plan for anything to happen the way it did. Okay?" You looked between them, not even waiting for the door to close before speaking. "I didn't plan on making out with both of you, let alone so close together. Let alone right before this trip. I was caught up in both of the moments, and not to inflate your egos, but you're both incredibly charismatic and attractive and damn it."
You pressed your palms to your cheeks and shook your head.
"And after that happened, I had to turn around and work on the last-minute details of this trip, so I didn't have time to even think about things. Then we get out here, and you two spent the day acting how you were, and then the damn thunderstorm and the motel."
You threw your head back and groaned. You had no idea why you'd stormed out to their room like you had. No idea why you'd decided to face them like you were, trying to explain your lack of any decision-making when they hadn't even asked you to. That was them in your dreams. It was your own damn conscious and subconscious.
But it was only a matter of time before the real ones asked you to. If they even wanted you to after finding out you'd kissed both of them. Well, kiss and a little more. And you'd thought about a little more with both of them—and those were dangerous thoughts. After a fair amount of thinking that'd snuck in after both kisses, you came to the conclusion that you would've gone all the way with both of them had you not been interrupted. Which was exceptionally more dangerous given where both had taken place.
It didn't speak well for who you were supposed to choose if you wanted to fuck both.
"So." You huffed. "I didn't plan for this, alright? And I need a little bit of time to work through it all. I got a lot of thoughts happening in my head right now, and I'm not sure who to choose because I really like both of you—if that isn't obvious enough. And then I had this dream—damn it—that just reminded me of that fact while I'm trying to figure out what to do and—agh."
You sat down on the edge of their bed and fell back, staring up at the ceiling and trying to regulate your breathing. You wanted to be back at the lake so you could sink underneath the water and just take a break from your thoughts. But thinking about the lake wasn’t doing much to quell those thoughts. Not when your mind had already drifted when you were asleep.
There was a long silence as, presumably, the two men looked between each other and you. It dragged on a little longer than you liked, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else.
Steve was the one who ended up breaking it.
"Wow, I think Robin's rubbing off on you." He chuckled softly. "Impressive."
"Gotta admit," Eddie said slowly. "Lot was said there, and I think there's a bit we need to circle back to, but call me curious about that dream you had."
"Really, Munson?" Steve was using the parent voice he often used with the kids. "That's where your mind's at?"
"I'm just saying. Dream about how she likes both of us sparks some interesting images." Eddie walked over to the bed and sat down beside you, the bed dipping as he dropped to his back and stared up at the ceiling. "Call me a bit jealous, but I'm kinda intrigued by a dream where Steve also made an appearance with me there."
You laughed at Eddie, earning a soft grin from him.
"I can see your mind's definitely in the right place, Munson." Steve sat down on the other side of you and mimicked how you and Eddie were lying. "Not like I'm thrilled finding out about you kissing him, but it isn't like we're…together, you know? But I'm not going to try and pressure you to make a choice right now."
Steve's hand fell atop yours, and he gave it a comforting squeeze. Eddie reached down and did the same.
"I agree with Harrington here." Eddie's thumb swiped over the back of your knuckles, and you closed your eyes. He rolled over onto his side, hand staying on yours. "Truce continued. I say we just comfort our girl here."
"Our?" Steve scoffed, rolling onto his side. His hand came up and rested on your stomach. "Don't know about that."
"Thought you just said she didn't have to choose tonight?" Eddie's fingers skimmed up your arm, and you clenched your jaw to fight the goosebumps. "Thus making her our girl for the evening."
Goddamn Eddie. He had to know exactly what he was doing. No other reason he'd choose to word it that way. Bastard didn't even know the explicit details of the dream—didn't even know how wound-tight you were—yet it was like he'd reached right into your head and took a peek. And as your shirt rode up underneath Steve's arm and Eddie's fingers went up and played with the chain of your necklace, you wished you had taken care of yourself in the bathroom.
You let out a shaky breath that both guys honed in on. When you opened your eyes, you looked from Steve's blushing cheeks to Eddie's mischievous eyes. His smirk deepened and Steve's brows furrowed in your peripherals.
"We could always try and make our cases, you know." Eddie reached up and his thumb brushed your bottom lip. "I mean, you shouldn't choose without knowing our full potential."
"Come on, man," Steve said, voice a little strained. His cheeks were still bright red. "Really?"
"What? It's just a suggestion." Eddie's fingers went back to play with your necklace, grazing your neck with light drags of his fingers. "Don't mind trying to prove myself if she wants me to."
Eddie glanced down as Steve scoffed and looked away, shaking his head. Eddie's smirk was still there as a swell of anticipation filled you, and his gaze dropped to your mouth. Lower on the bed, Eddie's knee bumped yours and sent a jolt through you.
You couldn’t quite process what you were hearing, and you definitely couldn’t process the notion that you weren’t against it. Not in the goddamn slightest.
You licked your lips as Eddie’s smirk grew, and your heart was no longer that of concrete in your stomach. It was beating rapidly in your chest as your eyes lingered on Eddie. He had plenty of schemes he could’ve been thinking up, and you wanted to know each one.
"Want me to, (Y/N)?" Eddie cocked a brow, and you realized you'd been silent the whole time. And Eddie read that for exactly what it meant. He tested a slight lean down, and when you said nothing, his eyes flickered up to Steve as he continued down. His hand went to your waist as his mouth touched yours.
His mouth was softer than you remembered.
Your hand tightened on Steve's as Eddie tipped your chin up, wasting no time in deepening the kiss. His tongue swiped yours, and he pressed you into the mattress, pushing a moan out of you as he ravished you directly in front of Steve.
"Oh, Jesus," Steve grumbled beside you, and Eddie's hand left your waist. His teeth nipped at your lip before he grabbed Steve's shoulder and jerked him down, pulling back just in time. There was only a moment of hesitation before Steve kissed you, slower but just as heated as Eddie had. He savored every sigh he pulled from you as Eddie's hand skated down Steve's back.
Eddie's hand fell to your knee, fingers running slow circles over the bare skin. He tugged just a little bit, and you took the suggestion without another thought, legs opening as Steve's mouth trailed down your neck. His hand teased underneath the hem of your shirt, and Eddie chuckled as it started to move up over your stomach.
He grabbed a fistful of Steve's hair and jerked him up, earning a curse from Steve as he panted. He reached for where Eddie was holding him, but Eddie didn't let go.
"Getting carried away there, Harrington." Eddie looked down at your parted legs. "You want us to keep going, baby?"
You bit your lip and glanced down at where Steve's hand was still somewhat beneath your shirt. Eddie and Steve looked fairly similar with their blushing cheeks and heated gazes. Steve was still panting, one of his knees pressed into the mattress between yours. It was so close to touching you where you were throbbing. To where you really wanted them to touch you.
Shit. You weren’t going to pass this up. Not when your body was basically vibrating with the need for both of them.
"Yeah," you huffed, heavily aware of how you were driven by the primal need for more. "I do."
Eddie gave you a shit-eating grin and let go of Steve's hair. Steve studied you for a few moments like he was giving you a second to change your mind. Or maybe he was considering what he was about to do as he glanced at Eddie. But Eddie was already going back down, mouth finding itself on your jaw.
As soon as his mouth touched you, Steve's was on your neck.
You were barely aware of whose hand was whose. It was exceptionally difficult to maintain focus on it as both men nipped and sucked on your skin, your eyes closing and your mouth falling open.
Steve's was the one that snuck underneath your shirt and gradually drew the hem up. The air was cold as it hit your skin, and your heart was ready to burst as the fabric bunched around your neck and your chest was fully exposed. Bare to both of them. Except as your shirt was pulled up and the vulnerability hit, Eddie's hand slid underneath your sleep shorts. He cooed as his fingers ran over the wet spot on your underwear and your legs opened.
You clenched your jaw as their gazes rolled over you. Bare beneath both of them, legs opened for Eddie, chest heaving as you tried to control your breathing. You wanted them to touch you, and they fucking knew it. But they said nothing as both of their heads lowered and your arms wrapped around them. Their mouths closed around your nipples, and a gasp pushed its way out at the sensations. Steve sucked gently and swirled his tongue as Eddie grazed his teeth and flicked his. Your feet pressed against the floor as your back arched, pushing your chest up against their mouths while you choked on a whimper.
Eddie chuckled and Steve groaned, both determined to keep you making those little choked noises as you tried to grind yourself against Eddie's hand. He cupped your cunt and gave you no more, grinning as your hips kept moving and you chased the friction the movement gave you. It was barely enough, and your hips moved a little more frantically, making both men grin against you. But as the friction grew, you were growing less caring towards how you chased it.
It was only when Steve started to kiss down your chest that Eddie finally started to rub your clit. Steve continued to nip and suck–underneath your chest, over your stomach, on your hips, and once to just above Eddie’s hand–taking his sweet time as he crawled off the bed. The whole time, Eddie's fingers ran precise circles over your clit, and you were on the verge of begging him to give you more. You wanted him to touch you directly, wanted to be out of your clothes, wanted to feel his fingers against you–in you.
Didn't have to beg, though. As soon as Steve was off the bed, his fingers were hooking around the waistband of your shorts and tugging down.
"Come on, man," Steve huffed as he dropped your shorts aside, sitting directly between your legs. "Don't be a tease."
Eddie lifted from your chest and placed a chaste kiss to your lips.
"But she's so cute when she's needy," he whispered, nipping at your lip again and lifting his fingers from your clit. "But go ahead, Harrington."
Eddie muffled your gasp with his mouth as Steve pulled your underwear down your legs, throwing away the chastity Eddie had a second ago as his tongue brushed yours. He grinned as he lowered his hand back down and spread your folds, baring you for Steve. He kept you like that as Steve moaned and his hands ran over your inner thighs. And as you felt Steve's heated stare, your hands went to Eddie's cheeks, chasing more of the kiss when he started to pull back. He stayed, his nose brushing yours as Steve's fingers went up to your clit.
Your head pressed back against the shitty mattress as Steve rubbed your clit with quick movements, his other hand teasing your entrance with two fingers. Eddie chuckled as you pulled him into a hug when Steve's fingers pushed into you. You stretched around them, gasping as they filled you. And then Steve's fingers moved, and Eddie peered down just as you felt Steve's soft hair against your thighs.
Your legs tried to close as soon as Steve's tongue swiped over your clit.
"Nuh-uh," Eddie cooed, sliding down your body and joining Steve. His hands went to your knees and he shoved them apart, eyes dark as he watched Steve lick your clit. "Keep those legs open, (Y/N)."
You threw your arms over your face as Steve's fingers stretched you, his tongue swiped your clit, and Eddie's hands kept your legs open. Your hips started to move as Steve's fingers found your sweet spot, and you ground your teeth at the sudden swell of pleasure. Stealing a peek down at them only made you gush around Steve's fingers, and Steve timed it perfectly.
As soon as your eyes flickered down to them, he lifted up and reached back, grabbing Eddie by his hair and pushing him between your legs. Eddie's tongue immediately lapped at your clit as Steve panted. He licked his lips, his fingers continuing to fuck you.
Steve kept his hold on Eddie's hair as Eddie sucked your clit into his mouth, humming slightly and shaking his head. You were still reeling from the switch, from the hold Steve had on Eddie’s hair, that you couldn’t keep up. Eddie still kept his hands on your knees, licking a long stripe from Steve’s fingers to your clit, dark eyes flickering up as he turned his attention back to your clit. And as Steve’s fingers pumped and curled inside you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, you couldn’t help but squeeze around them. Couldn’t help but move your hips against Eddie’s mouth and chase the more they were trying to give you.
"Keep that up, Munson," Steve breathed, and you could hear his grin. "She really likes it."
You were getting closer to your orgasm than you expected. There was a hint of worry swirling in your stomach as you squirmed under them, hips still grinding against Eddie’s mouth.
You assumed that once you came, they'd stop. You weren't entirely sure why you thought that, but the fear was there as you panted and grabbed at Eddie's hair, fingers grazing where Steve was still holding him. So as you started to clench around Steve's fingers and honed in on each lick and suck Eddie gave your clit, you ground your teeth and clamped your eyes shut.
Not yet.
Your body shook as you tried to stave it off, but neither guy was going to have that. And they gave you no chance, the sounds coming from them between your legs were definitely not helping. Eddie worked your clit a little harder and faster, and Steve did the same with his fingers. They were chasing your orgasm with the same determination you had to delay it. But they won—you could only hold it off for so long.
Your nails dug into Eddie's scalp, your back arching, eyes closing as your orgasm hit you. Eddie's hands still kept your legs apart as you tried to close them, and Steve let out a short, satisfied laugh as your walls clenched around his fingers. Your orgasm pushed through you like one of the bolts of lightning illuminating the sky outside. It stole the air directly from your lungs as you whined a little too loudly.
You felt yourself drip over Steve's fingers as they gradually came to a stop, and he had to pull Eddie off your clit as your body relaxed.
When your eyes opened, Eddie was licking Steve's fingers clean, and Steve was watching him with a fiery gaze.
"Mm, want a taste?" Eddie asked, eyes flicking up to you. But when he moved, he didn't crawl up your body. His hand went to Steve and jerked him towards him, Eddie's mouth going to his. His tongue met Steve's and your heart stuttered in your chest as Steve groaned and leaned into the kiss. "There you go, big boy."
Eddie pulled back with a smirk, and Steve's eyes dropped to his lips. Both were panting as you sat up on weak elbows. You couldn’t stop the small smirk you gave them as Eddie stared at Steve with a smug expression. And as Steve’s chest huffed, a prominent bulge in his sweatpants that Eddie’s fingers were heading towards as his fingers skimmed down Steve’s stomach, you immediately wanted to yank them onto the bed with you. You had a few ideas regarding what the three of you could do if you wanted to go further, but without lube, it limited it a bit. But you didn't want to stop, and as Eddie went forward and kissed down Steve's neck, his fingers dancing over the strings of Steve’s pants, they didn't either.
Steve looked completely drunk on the attention, and he dared a potential option as your eyes locked.
"We're proving ourselves, aren't we, Munson?"
"Mhm," Eddie said as he sucked a hickey on Steve's neck.
"Why don't we see who can fuck her better?" Steve's head lolled to the side as his eyes trailed over you. "You interested in that, (Y/N)?"
You nodded more frantically than you'd intended, and Steve grinned. It was a shitty excuse for something you would’ve gladly admitted to wanted if they’d asked. But if they wanted to try and outdo the other just so they could get up on the bed with you, you weren’t about to say no.
"Up, up, Eddie." Steve tapped Eddie's back. "Can't leave her wanting, can we?"
"Nah," Eddie hummed. "We definitely can't."
You stared with sharp eyes as they stripped, their clothes dropping into heaps on the floor. And like you hadn’t just had them between your legs making you cum, your mouth watered as you stared at them. Over Eddie’s tattoos inked into his skin and over the line of hair that normally disappeared beneath Steve’s pants. But both had nothing left a secret as they stood in front of the bed.
You weren't sure who you were supposed to look at as Eddie slowly pumped his cock before coming up behind Steve, who cocked a brow as Eddie reached around and closed a fist around Steve's shaft. Eddie kissed Steve's shoulder as Steve tried to move between your legs, one hand falling to the bed as he shuddered. Eddie slowly pumped Steve's cock, his thumb swiping over Steve's tip.
"Come on, Stevie," Eddie whispered. "Don't you want to fuck her?"
Steve shoved Eddie back just enough to get Eddie to let go of his cock, and he shook his head.
"Yeah, man, I do." Steve ran his cock through your folds, coming down to kiss you sweetly as his tip brushed your clit with every little thrust. "I really do."
You reached back and grabbed Steve's hips.
"Then fuck me, Steve." You kissed his cheek and over his jaw. "Please."
"You heard the lady, Steve." Eddie pressed his chest against Steve’s back, and his hand grabbed Steve's cock, lining him up with your entrance.
Steve hissed at the contact, and Eddie pressed against Steve's hips and slowly pushed him in. Your mouth fell open as Steve stretched you and Eddie kept pushing on Steve, having you take every inch of him until he was balls deep and you were shaking. Steve was bigger than you'd realized, and the stretch burned real fucking deliciously.
Eddie grabbed Steve's shoulder, and Steve stood, head falling back against Eddie as he took a few steadying breaths. You watched as Eddie blocked his mouth with his hand, whispering something in Steve's ear that you couldn't hear. Steve quirked a brow, staring down at Eddie's mouth as he pulled back. He nodded once, and Eddie grinned, smacking Steve's ass before Steve's hips finally started moving.
Eddie didn't standby and watch as Steve started to fuck you. He reached down and rubbed your clit, watching with a devilish grin as your back arched. And Steve, giving you slow thrusts, gradually increased until you were squirming over his cock. It hit you just right, your body shaking as Eddie continued to rub your clit. It felt good—so fucking good. Your moans bounced off the walls, the pleasure drowning your thoughts as you watched the men touch and fuck you.
Until Steve's hips stalled with his cock deep inside you, and you groaned as he pulled out slowly. But he didn’t go back in. Your mind was a little slow to catch up with what was happening, and it only hit you when he and Eddie swapped places. Your hands grabbed at whatever they could find as Eddie’s cock gathered your wetness, and he pressed his tip against your entrance.
"This alright?" Eddie asked as he teased you with tiny thrusts.
"Yeah." You nodded your head, clawing at the shitty blanket as Eddie's started to push himself into you. "Yeah, I'm fine with this."
"Atta girl," Eddie hissed as you clenched around him, Steve rubbing your clit with a definite determination to tease.
You felt your body shake as Eddie’s hips went flush against you, and he started to lazily fuck you. He groaned as his eyes traveled over you and Steve, his cock going deeper and making you cry out and grab onto Steve. But just as your orgasm started to build, Eddie stopped. His bangs were sticking to his forehead as he wiped his face and asked if there was something else he and Steve could do to have a little bit of fun.
You nodded your head without a second of hesitation as Steve sucked a nipple into his mouth, dragging his tongue over the sensitive bud.
They took turns. One teased your clit while the other fucked you, pushing you closer to the edge with each turn. They seemed driven less by their own arbitrary competition to who could fuck you harder and more interested in how you reacted to each time they switched. Specifically when they both stood between you, taking turns pressing just a little ways into you. They rocked their hips with shallow thrusts before they pulled out, and the other repeated the action until you were panting and begging for them to stop teasing.
"Please," you whimpered. "Christ. I swear. Just fuck me."
Both men grinned, and Steve pushed himself all the way in.
"I'm a little possessive, Steve," Eddie muttered as he watched Steve fuck you. His thumb swiped lazily over your clit. "But call it a, uh, olive branch of sorts. But since I made the move on her first, I'll let you finish first, yeah?"
Steve scoffed, his eyes a little soft as they drew over you as your back arched and you reached back behind your head. You tugged on the blanket as Steve fucked you a little harder, a little deeper.
"Yeah, fine. I'll take it." His head canted to the side, and one of his hands left your waist to yank Eddie over. "But you keep rubbing her clit."
"Didn't plan on stopping." Eddie smirked, climbing onto the bed and bringing his mouth to yours, fingers still on your clit. You wrapped an arm around him as they pushed you closer to the edge. “Wanna make our pretty girl cum nice and hard.”
Steve lifted your legs, hands underneath your knees, and jerked you towards him. You felt tears prick your eyes, and Eddie wiped away those that fell, switching for a more tender kiss as you let out a few whispered curses. He hummed as your nails dug into his back, and you reached one hand down for his cock. He had no complaints as you pumped his shaft, even rutting himself into it as you were pushed closer to the edge.
"Mm, gonna—" You exhaled through your teeth as you tugged on Steve's hold.
Both men grunted in agreement, and Steve went a smidge harder. Eddie's fingers kept on your clit as you let go of his cock, and your orgasm hit you with a cry. You squeezed Steve's cock as the bolt of body-shaking pleasure shot through you, making him curse as his hips lost a bit of rhythm. But neither stopped their movements as you came, fucking you through your orgasm as you weren't sure where to put your focus. It ended up split between the two as you held them close and gushed over Steve’s cock.
You gasped when Steve pulled out and pumped himself a few times. He dropped your legs as he fell forward onto one hand, shaking as he came onto your stomach.
Eddie was grinning as he drew his eyes over Steve trembling, his fist working his cock as he painted your stomach with cum. You watched through half-lidded eyes as Eddie reached up and pushed Steve's hair out of his eyes, and Steve huffed with pink cheeks and puffy lips.
"Looking good, Harrington," Eddie murmured.
Steve responded by shoving Eddie back and coming down to you, hovering over you as he kissed you. His whole body trembled as he kissed you like he needed you to know how much he liked you. Tenderness exuded from it, making you melt underneath him.
"Still think you can take me?" Eddie sat up and ran his fingers along the inside of your shaking thighs. "I will concede without argument. Don't want to push you too far, (Y/N)."
You blinked hard a few times as Steve pivoted, kissing your jaw while you still recovered from your orgasm.
"Eddie," you breathed, determination coursing through you. You had no idea if this would ever happen again. The odds of it were incredibly slim, and you were going to latch onto it hard before it slipped through your fingers. Besides, you really wanted Eddie to fuck you too. "Put your fucking cock in me and fuck me."
"The lady's wish is my command." Eddie bowed his head with a grin and moved between your legs.
He took his sweet time, running his cock through your folds as you panted beneath Steve, hands digging into his biceps as he kissed down to your chest. His voice was soft sighs, breath warm as he closed his mouth around a nipple. When your breathing was back to a somewhat normal rhythm, Eddie finally pushed in. He hissed as he moved gradually and hung his head when he was balls deep.
Eddie didn't need to say anything for Steve to reach down and find your clit. His movements were careful over it, giving it gentle strokes as Eddie carefully moved his hips. Where Steve's hands had been on your hips or under your knees, Eddie's stayed on your inner thighs, running along them as he gradually increased his pace. They were tender, like the kisses Steve left underneath your breasts, over your stomach, back up your neck.
It made the whole thing feel fucking dreamy.
It also made your orgasm creep up on you faster than you'd expected given Eddie’s lazy movements. Only when you started to squeeze around Eddie did he thrust into you with less restraint and more vigor. And when the soft gasps turned into muffled whimpers and moans against Steve's shoulder, Steve teased your clit a little faster. It wasn’t long before Eddie's hips started to stutter and your orgasm got closer.
He didn't cum until you did. Your walls fluttered and squeezed, and Eddie pinched his brows, grinding his teeth and falling forward as he chased your orgasm. That of which he gave you without pause. You hooked your legs around his waist when you came—holding him against you as your back arched and you clung to both men, shaking and sobbing.
Eddie did the same as Steve, except when he pulled out–unhooking your legs from him–Steve reached back for Eddie. And even through post-orgasm haze, Eddie looked fucking feral as Steve's hand wrapped around his erection. Steve said nothing as Eddie rutted into his fist like he was still fucking you, and Eddie groaned as he came, cumming hard on your stomach.
“Fucking shit,” he muttered through his teeth, hanging his head. Most of his hair had come out of the bun.
Your eyes closed as the three of you panted. Steve and Eddie fell beside you on the bed, and the AC kicked on with a loud rumble. Both of their hands brushed yours for a second before your fingers intertwined. Steve brought it up to his mouth and gave your knuckles a sweet kiss. Eddie, still catching his breath beside you, squeezed your hand and blew out a small laugh.
"You two doing alright over there?"
"Oh, yeah," you and Steve said in unison.
"Good." Eddie trembled a bit with laughter and shook his head. "Shit. Good."
"You alright, Munson?" Steve sat up on his elbows, hand not leaving yours. You could hear the teasing in the three words.
"Oh, shit, yeah, I am. I’m real good, Steve."
Steve flopped back down, and a burst of laughter bubbled out of you. Two ends of the social spectrum, and the two managed to come together to fuck you. You moved your hands from them and threw them over your face, laughing harder and earning curious reactions from both of them.
The stupid, pointless competition was nothing more than a way to drive forward the fact that you not only had to make a choice, and you didn't want to. You couldn’t.
Steve rested a hand on your shoulder as Eddie poked your other one.
"Hey, (Y/L/N)," Eddie said.
"What's happening here?" Steve's fingers ran soft circles over your skin.
"Nothing, nothing. I just…this is not what I expected to happen when I came over. Let alone happen ever." You sat up and looked from Eddie to Steve to your stomach. In an effort to not ruin the moment with what if questions, you opted to avoid the topic of what happened next. "Christ. I need a shower."
And both men seemed totally fine with the avoidance.
Eddie reached up, and his fingers danced over your waist.
"Mind if we hop in with you?"
You couldn't stop the grin as you rose from the bed and grabbed your clothes from the floor. You waved a hand in their direction and pushed into the bathroom, starting the shower as they hopped up and followed you in.
The water got hot surprisingly fast, and you slipped into the small shower first. Eddie followed you in as Steve grabbed a stack of three towels and dropped them onto the lid of the toilet. But as he reached for the curtain, there was a loud knock on the motel door, and all three of you straightened.
“Not a sound from you two, okay?” Steve pointed at you and Eddie as you chuckled under the warm water. You both nodded, trying to restrain yourselves as Steve grabbed a towel from the stack and wrapped it around his waist.
He left the bathroom door cracked, and you leaned towards it as you heard the motel door open. Your heart stopped the second Steve spoke.
"Robin?" Steve was good at many things, but collecting himself when he was caught off guard and trying to conjure up a lie was not one of them. "Hey, hi."
"(Y/N) here?" You could fucking hear the smirk Robin had.
"No, she's not. Haven't seen her since we parted ways after checking in."
You winced, and Eddie put his hand over your mouth as you tried not to laugh.
"Who's in the shower?"
"Well, you don't see Munson here, do you?"
"Is that why you're also in a towel? You two get pretty close after finding out you're into the same girl? And, wow, is that a hickey, Steve?" Robin laughed as Steve stuttered out some nonsense, his voice audibly high and strained. "Just wanted to make sure she was safe, that's all. Night, Steve."
You were brimming with laughter as Steve muttered a goodnight to Robin and the door closed. Eddie dropped his hand and pulled you into a hug, kissing the side of your head. You both were grinning when he came in and shut the bathroom door, mumbling to himself until he threw the curtain back. You and Eddie were trying not to lose it as Steve looked at you angrily and threw his towel aside.
"Shut up." He stepped into the shower and jerked the curtain closed. "Let's just shower."
Your head fell back against Steve's chest as he reached for the little shitty bar of soap that came with the room. He lathered it over you, and your eyes closed, enjoying the movements as Eddie gave you a soft, slow kiss.
Yeah, you were definitely going to hear about it from Robin in the morning. But it was so incredibly worth it. Even if you were technically still expected to choose one—but that was a later (Y/N) problem. And you'd cross that bridge when you got there.
You sighed as their hands ran over your body.
For now, you were just going to enjoy the moment for as long as you could.
I have ceased all human function today I am dead and cannot continue. You have finally done it I am a ghost and haunting you forever please write a sequel I beg you I'm crying and begging.
The first pride my mother attended, she marched with me alongside the PFLAG float, holding a sign that read "I'm Proud of My Gay Child".
I noticed she kept falling behind and running to catch up, nearly a whole float behind us. So finally, I stopped to see what was going on.
People kept pointing at her sign and cheering and then she'd proudly point at me, saying "they're here!"
That was usually the point where at least one person burst into tears. And this is where my mom started lagging - because she'd stop, reach over the barrier, and hug them. Teenagers, twenty-somethings, thirty-somethings... they'd break down crying at the sight of a cishet woman proudly marching with her child in Texas, of all places. That she'd claim me and be proud of me. Because they couldn't imagine their own family doing the same.
So she stopped and hugged them and told them she was proud of them, even though she had to race to catch up in the heat, even though they were strangers. And i like to think she made those young people's lives a bit better.
Chris Pratt has never suffered from ‘cancel culture’. Anytime there has been anything remotely critical of him in the press, everyone from Marvel puts on their clown makeup and defends the guy. Meanwhile, Anthony Mackie and Tessa Thompson cop racist abuse and Scarlett sued Disney for not paying her properly, and suddenly these people have nothing to say in support of their co-stars. But a simple joke about Pratt being the worst Chris (which he is) and everyone is falling all over themselves to defend him. //
Your completely wrong about Chris Pratt. He gets massiv backlash simply for going to church. You guys are so against people with a different mindset and believe system that you become the most hateful people. You're downplaying the death threats this man received and compare it with scarjo? You wannabe SJW pretend to be all for equality but then you want to ruin someone's life when they disagree with you. You're not for equality unless the person shares your values. I won't continue this argument anymore and I will unfollow this blog.
Defending Chris Pratt (which is fine, that’s your prerogative) but ignoring the part about the racist attacks.
Unfollow away because it’s very clear you’re full of a very specific type of hate that we don’t need here.
No one canceled Chris Pratt for going to church. No one has an issue with him being religious or attending church. What they have an issue with is how much money he gives to this church and how much he defends it when it is publicly known that they fund and contribute to conversion therapy. Something that is known to lead to the abuse and sometimes death of people in the LGBT+ community. I do not have an issue with him being religious, that is his right. But keep in mind that while he has the right to practice his religion, others have the right to freedom FROM his religion. THAT is what true equality means. It’s allowing people to make decisions from themselves. His church does not allow others the same right they’ve been given. 🦎
Sorry for anonymous, I don’t have an account. Do you know of any political groups that are organizing actions beyond campaigning or protesting? Like ballot referendums, civil disobedience, anything to convert Republican areas to vote progressive? I want to volunteer and help beyond donating, voting, and protesting. Thank you.
The ACLU
Sunrise Movement
Democratic Socialists of America
This website lists a lot of other potential options!
The acrobat, actor, juggler, and dancer, specialized in circus performances Yoann Bourgeois, has done series of exceptional performances and art expositions of many shapes and forms in the past, creating unique art representation.
Yoann Bourgeois is the official choreographer for As It Was. He is not exactly inexperienced, he has delighted many with great works of ART before:
2017- Pantheon at Paris: Rotating circular stairway with a discrete trampoline at its center.
‘La mécanique de l’Histoire’ (The Mechanics of History) is a part of the Monuments En Movement series at the Panthéon, and is a meditation on Earth’s gravity. Sounds familiar???
In tune with this circus obvious presence, I wanted to bring in the possible consideration between the outfits in the music video and Picasso’s "Acrobat and young harlequin" paint. Not so much because of the similarities but the curious clue delivered during the campaign.
I have brought in the relationship between Harlequin & Pierrot before and Harry’s hints about a new era, concepts directly linked to this paint and it’s era, an inflection between Picasso's Blue and Rose Periods, showing characteristics of both, with its melancholic subject and its blue and rose palette. Again… the allusion to “between colors”
More hints pointing to a clear transition of the artist, we will clear out soon if As it Was is the inflection point of this transition and if we will walk through that discovery journey through the rest of the album. Interesting ha?!
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