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A little blog I use to write. I'm very new so helpful tips are appreciated! My inbox is open, so please send me some requests or just stop by to chat :) I only have so many ideas in my brain so some requests would be very appreciated!

ABOUT ME: | 24 | I love my cats | new to writing | tree hugger (if u couldn't tell by the name) | MDNI | more to come...

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my homework for tonight: watch free guy so i can write about keys 🙂‍↕️

send requests if u want, i’m happy to write them!! or stop by and chat :)

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kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this

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husband!steve who has the most beautiful wife, sitting beside the inground pool they saved up for, a floppy, brimmed hat drooping off her head as she applies suntan lotion while we watches, jaw dropped.

husband!steve who is such a good father, but never mentions when he’s up with a kid early in the morning, causing you to walk out into the living room, wanting some action with your boobs spilling out of your tank top, only to walk in on steve playing on the floor with your toddler. you gasp in complete embarrassment as he chuckles, both of you thanking god a thousand times over that your little one wasn’t facing your direction. when nap time comes around, however…

husband!steve who has magical fingers, especially when it comes to massaging you. he can easily navigate his fingertips to the tension and knots of your back and neck, pressing and rubbing them until your shoulders drop and you sigh a relaxed breath. he knows the perfect pressure, too — not too hard, but riding the line.

husband!steve who saves the last of everything for you. the last piece of cake? yours. the last two piece of bread? oh, those are for your sandwich. the last tomato? avacado? banana? apple? bag of chips? pop tart? all yours.

husband!steve who insists on doing everything together. showering, grocery shopping, dishes, gardening, those types of things. when you moved into your first house together, he insisted on cleaning the house together, painting the walls, replacing the shutters, staining the cabinets, all of it, together. why? because he loves you. he wants to be with you always, wants to hear every laugh and see every smile and know that you’re happy.

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Losing You - pt 5 sneak peak

“Come on, I don’t want credit, I’m just bored. And you’ve got a girl to go apologize to, so this works for everyone,” Robin half pleaded, half explained to a very hesitant and confused Steve. Dustin whipped his head to face Steve at Robin’s comment, and Steve looked entirely defeated.

“Who’s gonna serve the customers?” Steve shot back.

“Really? That’s what you’re worried about?” Robin asked, her hand outstretched for the tape and her face completely unamused.

“Y-yeah…?” Steve responded, unsure of what to do.

“What girl?” Dustin piped in.

“Your si—“

“No one! Just a..just a date,” Steve nodded at Robin, willing her to go along with it. She furrowed her eyebrows in disgust at him and shook her head. With how in love you two seemed to be, this was wrong. And frankly, it was upsetting.

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Sk8r Boi

About: Your first love, Travis Meacham. (Fluff & Angst)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI (not in content but always in spirit) language, smooching, weed

A/N: I'm so fucking embarrassed, I was working on this in my drafts last night until I fell asleep and accidentally posted it before it was done lol. So if you were like wtf why did it just stop, well that's because I'm an eepy bitch, okay? Anyway, here's an angsty little slice of Teacake ( @trashmouth-richie tysm for the vision, again 🥹)

2008, when the days felt long and the nights held so much potential. Phones didn't do much, but everyone had them and social media was a revolution, begging the questions: Who exactly are you? Tell us in this many characters or less. Tell us in glittery graphics and customized layouts, perfectly curated playlists, and add a grainy profile picture less than 200 pixels in width.

•••

You were seventeen, riding the bus home from school one afternoon. You sat alone and had one of the longest rides of any of the other kids, so typically you stuck your headphones in your ears and tuned everything out for those 45 minutes. This particular afternoon as you settled your forehead against the warm glass of the window, you felt the seat dip and a tap on your shoulder. Though the bus didn't technically have assigned seats, everyone and their mother knew that the bus had assigned seats. When your eyes snapped open in annoyance and aggravation, there he was.

Travis had thick, wavy, brown hair that flopped over his forehead and had to be constantly swept to the side with a practiced flick of the neck just to keep it out of his eyes. Eyes that were wide and sparkly, a warm, chocolatey color in shadows and low-light, but when the sun hit just right they lit up with a springy wash of green. His smile was crooked, and positively dazzling.

"Hey, I think we just moved down near you. It's a long ride, didn't bring my MP3 with me. Mind if I listen to yours with ya?"

He smelled like multiple layers of Axe body spray, chocolatey amber, a hint of cigarette smoke, and when he spoke you detected the aroma of Monster energy drink and mint-mojito chewing gum on his breath.

You blinked a few times, exhaled deeply through your nose, then reluctantly handed him an earbud and frantically swirled your thumb on the click wheel of your iPod to find something worth sharing. Your playlists were meticulously curated masterpieces that you were immensely proud of, and the next song you chose would be his very definition of you for all time.

You chose "That's What You Get" by Paramore. That'll show him you're not to be fucked with, you thought. He bobs his head along with the melody and when it's done he looks at you with bright eyes.

"I like that chick, what's this band called?"

"You don't know Paramore?"

"Para-ntly not."

You rolled your eyes at his attempt at a joke, but it made you smile regardless. You spent the next 40 minutes of your ride showing him your favorite bands and songs and by the end of the ride you were both talking more than actually listening. When it was his stop he shyly pulled the earbud away and handed it back to you.

"I'll sit with you again tomorrow, if that's alright?"

You nod and feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

"Cool. Later, Travis."

•••

One night at the skate park he nailed an invert, a trick he'd been working on for weeks. You were both so caught up in the excitement of the achievement, and before you knew it he was grabbing you around your waist and swinging you in a circle. Your feet touched back down to the ground, but it felt like you were floating when you were being held so close by him.

Then he kissed you. It was a little awkward, tentative, but neither of you knew any better or even cared. The minty lime of his favorite gum tingled on your tongue and when he pulled away it's like you were on another planet.

"Woah." He chuckled, wearing that crooked smile you loved so much.

•••

At 2 AM during the summer he tapped on your window and texted your phone:

cum outside :]

You shoved some pillows and blankets into a "you" shaped lump on the mattress and snuck out as quietly as you could. Travis laced his fingers with yours and you strolled slowly to the what everyone called the "big park" -- the one with the walking trail, the monkey bars, and the volleyball pits, situated between the railroad tracks and the baseball field. You sat side by side on the swings, twisting and swaying while talking and looking at the stars.

You mused about all the big things you were going to do when you got the fuck out of Kansas, and to your delight Travis' visions included you. You'd both get a dog, maybe a husky or a chocolate lab, and name him Howdy. You'd travel the country in an RV, never settling down anywhere for too long so you could see everything the world had to offer. It was perfect.

He said his friends gave him a joint. You shrugged and smoked it with him, but you weren't impressed. It had just made you hungry and worrisome. Travis, on the other hand, was a big fan.

It pushed him to hang out more and more with the friends that would supply him with the weed he desired, and then slowly and painfully he stopped tapping at your window. Texts left unreturned, heart left broken in two.

One afternoon while swinging into the Quik-N-Go for a pop, you saw him leaned against the brick with four other guys you vaguely knew.

"Hey... Travis." You muttered. Everyone's attention snapped to you. Travis looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"Oh, hey you! How's it going?"

"Friend of yours, Teacake?"

You wrinkle your nose at the boy's words.

"Teacake? Is that...you?"

He smiles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Shit, yeah. The guys thought it was funny, I dunno. Since I get the little Tea Cakes all the time."

You nod, wide-eyed. "Sure. Guess I've seen you eat one once or twice. Didn't know you liked em that much."

"Well, maybe you just don't know our Teacake well as ya thought." One of the boys sneers, throwing his arm around Travis' shoulder.

He smiles at his friend, but it's tight-lipped, polite. His eyes worriedly search your face, but you've already pulled away.

"Yeah. Guess not. Lemme know when I can talk to Travis again. Later, Teacake."

You turn on your heel and walk away to a cacophony of "ooh's" and cruel, cackling laughter. For once, Travis didn't follow their lead, as he watched you walk back home alone.

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i think…i need more

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Hi, sorry to bother you, I just wanted to know if you know when we'll have an update for Losing You. I'm a big fan of this series and I check your profile every day to see if you've updated it!

absolutely NOT a bother!! i love talking to you guys, and i feel like i rarely do it outside of requests!

as for losing you, i’m not sure when the next part will be out, tbh i haven’t even thought of it in a while. THERE WILL BE MORE! but… it’s a just hard to put so much work into the series and get so little in return. seeing things like this in my inbox make me unbelievably happy and give me a HUGE inspiration / spark up my writing motivation because it shows that even though its not (even close to) one of my biggest things, you still want to read more. it truly means a lot.

all this to say, thank you so much, and i’ll get started on the next part asap :)

thank you for coming to my ted talk 🙂‍↕️

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Djolings and communication

ty for the request!! as always, my inbox is open for more OR you can comment any ideas :)

also — is anyone interested in a tag list for this series?

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In the early stages of your relationship with Gator, his communication with you was…limited, to say the least. Obviously, he had your number and two thumbs that were able to type, but he claimed to not be “a tech guy”. That quickly changed when he realized that going a whole day without talking to you was agonizing, and that shooting you a quick text on his lunch always brightened his day.

G: gonna be home late 2nite

: aw :( i’ll miss you

G: gonna miss u 2 baby

: love you gator be safe

G: i will love u 2

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Dating Steve meant that it was rare to go more than a couple days without hearing from him. If you weren’t with him, he would call you before going to bed. If your schedules weren’t lining up, he’d write sweet little notes and tuck them in the frame of the mirror. On days when he felt particularly clingy, a mix of both was bound to happen, even if he knew he’d be coming home to you that night.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sweet girl,” Steve smiles into the phone tucked under his chin.

“Hey Steve, what are you doing?” You smile.

“Just checking in on you.”

“Im doing just fine. I gotta go, though. A customer just walked in.”

“Alright, I just wanted to hear your voice. See you at home.”

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With you and Travis’ opposing schedules, it could be hard to find time to catch up. Thankfully, the place Travis worked was mostly dead, meaning that almost every night without fail he called you at 7:15, saying the most random (sometimes concerning) things.

“Hey, Trav.”

“Hey, sugarplum. How’ve you been? I saw a fuckin’ riot on the street earlier, shit was crazy.”

“A riot? Travis, what?”

“Yeah, man. It was batshit. Stay home if you can. Anyway, how was work?”

And he just leaves you there like “wtf??”

Aside from nightly calls, he’s a chronic texter. A picture of something he saw at the store here and there, sending you a memory that popped up in his camera roll of you two, or even sending you something he was absolutely dying at that you simply did not get.

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Keys has a bad habit of not keeping you in the loop. Despite how good he is with technology, texting you to let you know he’s gonna be late simply isn’t something he thinks of doing. Ever. He is simply the worst communicator when he’s lost in his work, even though you’ve told him a million times to just text you. While he can get carried away at work, anytime he’s home alone he’s doing something to say “I love you” just to name a few…

• sticky notes with reminders on them. One on the mirror reminding you that you’re beautiful and perfect and that he knows perfect when he sees it

• a note written on the whiteboard calendar stuck to the fridge telling you that there’s a special surprise inside for you. The surprise is that he made you lunch or something like that.

• Even though it’s not technically communicating, Keys will always do the annoying household chores you simply cannot stand. Washing dishes, switching loads, yada yada. You never come home to a full sink, just like he never has to search for a matching sock, thanks to you. It’s a way of him indirectly telling you that he sees you and wants to make life easier.

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Opposite of Keys, Kurt had a problem with over communicating. His texts were incessant and he called you like every hour. You had to tell him that while you were at work, he wasn’t allowed to spam call you. Kurt also likes to send you dumb shit, imagine the stuff on his instagram.

K: sent a photo

: ???

: What does this mean?

K: 😄

K: it’s funny

: I don’t get it :(

K: it’s ok! i’ll explain it when i get home

….you do NOT want the explanation, but he’s so cute when he’s excitedly brushing hair away from his face, talking with his hands about whatever that stupid meme said and why it’s funny.

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Djolings/JKCU request for you because I’m stuck at work listening to my karaoke go-to’s:

What would their go-to karaoke songs be or How would it go if you took them out for karaoke? 🤔

Djolings and karaoke

ty lovely for the request <3 i passed out while writing this — but there are more to come!

if you’d like to see more, send a request!! these are so fun to make

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Gator would absolutely never ever in a billion years EVER! do karaoke. He’ll do a lot for you, but singing in front of a bunch of people? Having to pick the song when the only songs he really knows are disgustingly sexual and misogynistic rap songs that in his heart he knows he can’t sing, and the ‘girly ass’ songs you play?? No. Never. Absolutely not.

“Why nottt??” You whine to Gator, but at this point he hardly bothers with a response, just a flat, unamused expression on his face and arms crossed over his chest.

“I ain’t doin’ it, that’s that.”

“Pleaseee?”

“Shouldn’t’ve taken me to a damn karaoke bar and lied about it, little miss,” he chides, exaggerating the patronizing nickname.

He will however watch you up on that stage, dancing around and using that voice that he loves, knowing it’s all for him. Might give some old guy a black eye for staring too hard.

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On a regular day, Steve would be hesitant, to say the least. He might do it if you were really begging, maybe if you wanted to do a duet or something, but on his own and sober? Not for him. But on an irregular day when you’re with Steve and all your shared friends drunk at a bar, it’s not hard at all to get him up on the stage. His words are all jumbled, he can’t make it through an entire line without giggling, but his voice never changes. It’s still that low register that warms your heart and has your thighs squeezing together as you sit on a barstool, throwing back one last shot and thinking about all the fun things you two get up to when drunk.

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Travis has never been shy. Not of conversation, or people, or life as a whole. He’s a “go big or go home” type of person, and his newest quirk is throwing both hands up to make a hashtag with his fingers while yelling “YOLO!” That being said, neither of you were aware that the bar of the night was going to feature karaoke. Travis immediately lights up, dragging you by the hand through a sea of middle aged, sweaty men playing pool and young couples looking for a good time. He signs both of you up for a duet, and by the time the long list of names comes down to your pair, you’re about 3 drink in. Travis has to stay sober thanks to his history with the law, but that does not stop his enthusiastic performance, both of you laughing and swaying and stumbling and unbelievably obnoxious (in a cute way).

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Similarly to Gator, Keys is not a fan of performing. There’s a reason he sits behind a desk all day and isn’t out trying to become a singing sensation. You’ve heard your boyfriend’s voice before, his quiet singing or humming that he thinks you can’t hear through the apartment’s thin walls, and you know it’s good. Like, really good. It was truly coincidence, stumbling into a karaoke bar with Keys on a Saturday.

“I promise, I had no clue!” You defend yourself to your boyfriend who is currently staring at you, his expression blank save for two things he can never hide — the quirk of his eyebrow when he’s ‘not having it’ as he likes to say, and the slight twitch at his lips that tells you he finds the situation just as amusing as you did, he just wasn’t willing to give that information up.

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Kurt would do literally anything for some clout, but he’s an awkward guy, and things like karaoke are hard for him. You think it’s the immediate attention of so many people — something that he’s tried so hard for, and God bless him, hasn’t been able to achieve. The ONLY songs Kurt would sing would be something he determines as “cool,” so like imagine the least cool “cool” genre of music, and then image Kurt wearing baggy jeans and a shirt one size too big with greasy side swept hair holding the microphone way too close to his face, using his hands to…you’re not quite sure what he’s doing with his hands, but there’s lots of flicking, and he’s pacing the stage, back and forth while consistently spitting into the mic. He might also ask if he could play his own music. That doesn’t go very well.

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a djolings post?!? any ideas?

anyone? anyone?

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Sweet Pea - Ch 6 Birthday Bash

ahh i've been waiting to write this one!! also, VERY sorry for the extremely slow update, life has been a little wild lately.

WC: 2k

TW: happy birthday party yay! reader and steve get drunk...almost kiss...yearning steve

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11:00 am on Saturday was when you began setting up. There wasn’t really all that much to do, but you wanted to give yourself plenty of time. 

The cupcakes had been iced with the same white buttercream as the cake and decorated with the same pink sprinkles. You carefully transported all the baked goods with a steady hand from your kitchen to Steve’s, refusing any help other than letting him open the door for you.

In the backyard, you strung up the birthday banner, standing on a wobbling chair that had a short leg and even less stability in the grass. Steve walked out and saw what you were foolishly doing, immediately running over to get you down. You protested, telling him that it was fine and you did it all the time, to which his only response was a sigh that only a dad could be capable of heaving and a shake of his head.

By 12:00 you had the entire yard decorated. Fold up tables and chairs you borrowed from a church down the street were scattered around the small yard - just enough for about 10 people. Each table was lined with a thin plastic cover that June had already poked about a hundred holes in, and all the balloons and banners were in place.

At 1:00, Robin arrived. You graciously accepted the help she provided in keeping Steve out of your hair. At about 1:30, you set out all the food on the counter, making it look as fancy and plentiful as you could. Cupcakes, cake, chips and dip, and fruit trays that Steve kept trying to get into early. You almost let him, since it was his birthday and all. In fact, at 1:58 you fed him a strawberry, both of you giggling quietly while Robin pretended not to see.

The first guest after Robin walked in at exactly 2:03 pm. His energy was loud and bright, his smile reflecting his personality. It was a boy a few years younger with curly hair. He threw the door open unannounced with a loud "happy birthday, Harrington!" Steve immediately abandoned you at the food counter, running to the boy. They embraced each other in a tight hug that made you bite your cheek to keep a smile from forming.

"How's it been, man? Haven't seen you in forever," Steve beamed, ruffling the other boy's hair.

"I'm out for the summer, I'm sure you won't miss me much by August," the boy joked, making Steve laugh.

"Uncle Dus-in!!!" June yelled, throwing herself at the boy, Dustin, with wide arms. She wrapped herself around his leg as he laughed, kneeling to get on her level.

"June! How's the tiny scientist doing?" Dustin exclaimed, wrapping June in an excited hug.

"Uncle Dus-in I play baseball with daddy!" June happily informed Dustin who did his best to match her level of joy as he nodded.

Steve carefully snuck away and back over to you when Robin took his place, greeting Dustin in a similar, affectionate way.

"That's my buddy Dustin," he told you, a boyish grin still on his face. "We go way back, man. Like, back to high school."

"That's sweet," you smiled, watching his face crinkle up with unbridled joy as he watched his two friends and daughter reunite.

"Hey, uh..." Steve turned back to you, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. "Thanks for doing all this. You really didn't have to."

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"You're someone worth celebrating," you told him genuinely. He had no response so he only nodded.

By the door, Dustin had June on his hip as he whispered to Robin. You couldn’t hear him very well and June’s head was blocking his lips, but you thought he said something about ‘the new girl.’

Steve must’ve heard the same thing, because two seconds later he dragged you to where the others were standing and introduced you to Dustin. 

“She’s my neighbor, right across the street,” Steve explained after telling Dustin your name. June, still sitting on Dustin’s hip, reached over with her arms out for you. Gladly, you took her from him, earning a tender smile from Steve that Robin and Dustin caught immediately.

“Sweet pea, I hungry,” June said, reaching a hand up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. It was a sweet gesture, but her grip was stronger than she realized.

“Sweet pea?” Steve chuckled with a bright smile. June nodded, once and serious, and pointed to you.

“She sweet pea,” June told everyone.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You prompted, a smile on your face.

June only shrugged before reminding you that she was hungry. You laughed and took her off to the kitchen, leaving Steve with his friends. You thought it would be nice, letting them catch up and fall into their ever present banter, but what you didn’t know was that Steve could hardly keep his eyes off you, even while Dustin was catching him up. 

As you were getting June a plate, two more people came through the door – a young man and woman, both who seemed to be the same age as Dustin. 

“Auntie Max!” June yelled right into your ear, the cupcake in her hands brushing your hair and getting some frosting smeared in it. You hardly noticed, however, considering June’s insistent squirming as she tried to get out of your arms and into her aunt Max’s.

“Hey! Nothing for me?” The boy asked, a hand on his heart as he feigned sadness. June giggled as Max lifted her, bringing her in between the two of them so that the boy – who you could only assume to be Lucas considering the girl was Max – could tickle June until she surrendered and gave him a hug. 

You smiled from the kitchen, half blocked by the wall that separated the room from the entry way / family room. As nice as it was watching all these people come together to celebrate Steve, you realized how small of a role in his life you have. 

The afternoon was exactly as you hoped – vibrant, warm, and full of people who came together for their love of Steve, regardless of how life had tried to drag them apart. You easily fluttered from person to person, everyone welcoming you in. Everyone had bright smiles plastered on their faces, almost like they were all in on a joke you had missed.

Steve had been a social butterfly, too, more than you had ever seen before. His energy was careless in a way that it couldn’t be when it was just him and June, he even drank a little, and you’d be lying if you said that by the end of the party you weren’t a little tipsy yourself. 

In fact, the both of you were so ‘tipsy’ that Robin offered (more like begged, considering the both of you could hardly stand up right) to tuck June into bed for the night. Steve easily agreed to let her as he took your hand, dragging you into the house as both of you waved everyone off, thanking them for coming. 

It was dark, the night had settled in like a warm blanket, fireflies flashing their light occasionally, creating a cozy, almost romantic atmosphere. You and Steve had been hushed and squashed countless times by Robin as she carried a sleepy June down the hall, but your giggles just wouldn’t stop. Steve was just so funny and cute, what could you say?!

The kitchen was lit only by the lights under the cabinets, a warm glow that softened the edges and broke down whatever walls of hesitation you and Steve had in regards to each other before. You two worsened your giggles by grabbing forks and sneaking bites of the cake from out the fridge. After each bite, you’d close the refrigerator door, eat your forkfull while looking into the other’s eyes, laugh uninhibitedly and loud, then the other would shush the laughter before going in, repeating the cycle. 

When Robin came back out, she only bid you two a goodbye and reminded you to be quiet, though her face was much more fond than her tough voice. She slipped out the door stealthily as you turned towards the sink, turning on the faucet and grabbing the soap. Once it had slipped out of your hands for the umpteenth time, Steve lazily reached over to help you, only he was much worse. Both of you immediately collapsed into each other, laughing into one another’s shirts. 

“No– no dishes! It’s my birthday,” Steve pouted, his lips jutting out for half a second before both of you exploded into laughter once more. 

“But I’m the guest,” you persuaded, though it didn’t go very well when Steve gestured wildly as if what you had said made no sense. To be fair, it didn’t.

“Oh!” Steve gasped, a large hand coming to rest around your waist as he pulled you into his side, snug against him. “We should have cake!”

You gasped, nodding your head vigorously as you clung onto him. He was so warm and strong and muscular yet soft and he smelled good and–

And he reached in the fridge with his fork, snatching a bite that he carefully lifted with a tremendous amount of focus, holding it up to your mouth. When you didn’t take it quick enough for him, he tapped it against your lips, opening them up with the chilled cake. You met his eyes as you parted your lips, gingerly taking what he had to offer. Without looking away from you, Steve tightened his grip on your waist and closed the fridge door, a soft shut compared to the carelessly loud slams of earlier. He dropped the fork onto the counter once you released it from your mouth as the tension in the kitchen grew and grew. 

“Steve…” you whispered, still wrapped around him as you flushed. He took his other hand, the one that wasn’t around your waist, and brought it up to cup your cheek.

Despite the alcohol flowing through your system, you and Steve were almost completely serious as you stared into each other’s eyes. The flush on both of your cheeks not from the beers or margaritas or wine, but from the moment, from his wide eyes and breathlessness.

Without another word, Steve leaned down and into your space. Your gaze dropped to his pink lips and thought about nothing but how sweet he would taste. June may have decided you were sweet pea, but he was like candy, you were sure of it.

Just as you leaned in, ready to meet his lips and finally commit the act you’d been waiting to do  for so long, the front door flew open and you and Steve pulled apart like guilty teenagers.

“Forgot my coat,” Robin sheepishly shrugged, reaching over to the coat rack and grabbing hers. When she caught the sight of the two of you, standing in the kitchen mere inches from each other, finally quiet but breathless and flushed, she silently excused herself, unable to stop the knowing smile from spreading across her face.

“Uh,” Steve cleared his throat, suddenly sobering up as he shoved his hands into his pockets. 

“I should…I should probably,” you stammered, heart racing as you looked down in utter embarrassment. “I don’t know, I should probably go, too.”

“You don’t– you don’t have to,” Steve quickly interjected, though to you it felt half-hearted and you were much too ashamed to face him for much longer. Clearly, the drinks had gotten to you both.

“Well,” you sighed, making your way to the door. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, sweet pea,” he softly replied, rooted in his spot against the counters as he watched you retreat.

He felt like a creep, the way he was watching you, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. He was watching you with such love, such admiration, yet such an intense pain, seeing you leave him like that. Maybe it was his fault, maybe he misread you, then again maybe he didn’t and ended up pushing you away. He didn’t know, but he did know that watching your hips sway as you walked away from him tore his heart in two, and all he wanted was to come up behind you, put his hands on your hips, and still then from going further. 

All he wanted was for you to stay. 

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ayudame!

i'm thinking of making a one shot about reader's cat stealing her attention and her bf getting jealous - trust me it'll be cute. but i don't who should be said bf, so...

Who would you like to see?

Steve Harrington

Gator Tillman

Travis "Teacake" Meacham

Voting ended onMay 27

tell me if you'd like to see any others! (i would LOVE to write for Keys)

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may i request for the our house series for maybe like readers second pregnancy a few years later readers birth doesn’t go well at all maybe she has to have an emergency C-section and doesn’t know if she wants to have anymore pregnancy’s because of the trauma but like still wants to give steve his 6 nuggets and has to tell steve? maybe a little angst but ends in comfort ??? sorry if this is confusing also LOVE your writing 😇

aww tysm! <3 dw, not confusing at all, i know exactly what you mean! thank you for the request :)

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Our House - pt 12

TW: traumatic birth, descriptions of a C-section, angst, but so, so much fluff and love. also, not proofread.

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1995

Raising a family was hard. It was full of tiredness that sunk much too deep for a full night's rest to fix, toddlers throwing tantrums in the middle of stores, and losing a little bit of romance with Steve, but it was so worth it.

Watching your twin girls grow into their own personalities once they started talking was the biggest accomplishment you might ever have. The way they somehow perfectly took after the people they got their names from was so fascinating to see. Robin Marie was spunky and a little chitter chatter, while Ava Jane was more reserved, especially with strangers. She had her own vibrant, funny personality, too, it just took a little longer to come out.

The twins also took after you and Steve, naturally. Certain mannerisms carried from you onto the girls, they way they laughed mimicked yours, the way they pawed and climbed all over Steve reminded you of how playful you used to be. The girls both inherited his hair, of course. And his eyes, and little Ava even got his nose. Robin took after you, though. Her lips, cheeks, and nose were all you, but if Ava and Steve were side by side...there was no comparison.

And not to mention how good of a father Steve was. You really could have just eaten him up when he stepped into the kitchen with a twin on each hip, hair mussed from sleeping (or other things...), and comfy in his pjs. You weren't the only one who went crazy, Steve couldn't keep his eyes, hands, or mouth off you since the moment the doctor cleared you. You didn't feel entirely confident, or really even confident at all with your body after carrying twins, but with time and lots of love, Steve eased your mind and showed you exactly how much he loved you.

It only made sense that you and Steve wanted another one. With the unexpectedness of twins, it took longer than you imagined it would for baby #3. You and Steve talked about having another baby plenty, even before the girls were born. It wasn't until the twins 4th birthday when you decided you were ready.

Well, you hadn't officially decided, but you weren't taking the same precautions as before. That's why you weren't surprised to see two, thick, and ever present pink lines on the pregnancy test you took earlier.

Steve was coaching, the twins were 'napping' even though you heard them giggling and dancing around, so it was just you and baby. You called your mom, whispering into the phone as you kept it close to your ear. She cried and laughed and so did you until Steve walked in the door, sweaty, tanned, and beautiful as he took off his coach hat and brushed the hair out of his face.

"I'll call you later, mom. Steve just got home. I should probably tell him," you joked into the phone, saying your final goodbyes and I love yous.

"Tell me what?" Steve grinned, stepping into your space. You smiled as well, a little sheepishly as your ran your hands over his chest. You always loved the way he looked when he got home from practices or games, especially after he took off his coach's jacket. The white undershirt he worse hugged his strong arms just right and pressed against where his belly began to jut out a few years ago that he claims is because of your delicious cooking.

"Well..."

"Well?" Steve prompted, resting both hands on your waist.

"Well, I'm pregnant," you said in a low voice, hoping the twins wouldn't hear.

"Wha- baby, are you serious?!" Steve beamed, his voice immediately raising with gleeful surprise. You laughed and hid your face against his chest while nodding. When you looked back up at him, his eyes were bright and teary, and his smile was ear to ear.

"I promise, I'm serious."

"This is great news, honey!" Steve replied, his voice slightly lower now that the initial surprise was out of the way. You joined him in celebration, nodding as he kissed you. Once on your lips, then a hundred times everywhere else he could reach.

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Telling the twins was a whole thing. First, you could barely get them to sit still long enough for you to say "mommy's gonna have a baby." Then, when you finally got the words out, Robin broke down into tears while Ava happily clapped. Robin only calmed down after you held her like a baby, rocking her as you whispered that no one could ever replace the love you had for her in your heart. After that was said and done, the girls had questions. Lots of questions.

"How did the baby get in there?"

"Yeah! Did you eat it?"

"Not quite. Baby's are made, not consumed," Steve foolishly corrected.

"How are they made?"

"Well, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, sometimes it can lead to... a baby!"

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The pregnancy as a whole was good. Easy in comparison to carrying the twins. There were a few hiccups, of course. First, you weren't getting enough nutrients. That was a simple fix, though. Then, you found out that you were having a boy and cried in the doctor's office for 20 minutes while the nurse tried to get ahold of Steve so he could calm you down. You eventually had to ask the nurse to call your mother to drive you home instead, considering Steve wasn't going to answer. The nurse gave you an overly sympathetic look that made you cry even harder because you didn't want her thinking that your husband was a deadbeat. The last major problem was the fact that the baby was breech. You found out he hadn't flipped yet about a week before your due date, so you spent that week doing everything you could to make the baby flip. All sorts of exercise, swimming, ice packs on the top of your belly, headphones on the bottom, all to no avail.

When your water broke, Steve was thankfully there that time. You woke up in the middle of the night to soaking sheets and sharp pains that could only mean one thing.

Your friends were the best, truly. Aunt Robin came over to watch the girls, answering the phone before the first ring was even over. She said she'd had the phone by her bedside for the past week waiting for this. Steve drove you to the hospital, getting you settled in the car before speeding off only to promptly return because he forgot the hospital bag. Within an hour, you were in the delivery room getting ready to push.

Until your doctor tapped your knee and told you that the baby was still breech, and you'd need a C-section.

Naturally, you panicked. You were about to have a major surgery with little no preparation. It was a mindless decision, however. You'd do anything if it meant both you and your son would make it out happy and healthy.

As simply as it all sounds, the whole thing was entirely traumatic. First, rushing you to the operating room was just awful. It was an emergency, to say the least. Baby's heart rate was dropping, and ever second he spent inside of you was a second closer to something terrible happening. All of the operating rooms were either in use or being cleaned, however. So, you wonderful doctor had to perform a C-section right then and there. You were unmedicated thanks to the suddenness of it all, and the absolute worst part was the fact that when the cut your uterus, they ended up cutting baby's little nose. You couldn't even hold him when he was born, the nurses took him away to properly care for his cut.

You cried, your throat raw and dry as you reached aimlessly for your baby, but no one gave him to you. Steve grabbed your hands and tucked them back down, leaning over you and letting you hold him, instead. As upset as he was about the whole thing, he knew it wasn't about him. You cried loudly into his shoulder, cut open and empty.

Once you were stitched up and transferred to the maternity ward, you finally got to meet the little boy who gave you so much trouble. He was swaddled up in a blanket and wearing a blue baby beanie. The nurse handed him to Steve at the door, who quickly admired his son before handing him to you, knowing that you needed to see the baby more.

"He's so beautiful," you whispered, tears already falling. Steve smiled down at the two of you, pulling the chair closer to the bed so he could sit with the two of you.

"Just like his mama," Steve murmured, gently squeezing the arm closest to him.

"Look at his nose," you frowned, 5 stitched lining the bridge of your sweet little boy's nose, right on the tip.

"I know. The doctor's said it'll heal up just fine, remember that, okay?" Steve gently reminded, brushing hair out of your face as he saw tears of sadness fill your eyes.

"What did I do wrong?" You whispered, your low voice breaking with tears.

"Nothing, honey, you did nothing wrong. He's just a stubborn guy. You're used to it with by now," Steve cooed, standing up from the chair to properly wrap him arms around you.

"It's my fault. I should've tried harder," you cry, your body softly wracking with sobs that hurt your stitches and surely disturb your baby.

"You did everything you could, and if you ask me, that's plenty," Steve kissed your head. "And it is absolutely, 110%, not your fault," his voice lowered to a conspirital whisper, "if you ask me, it's these damn doctors."

You gently laughed, then immediately winced before you lightly scolded Steve for already cursing in front of the baby.

"He's not even a day old yet, you should be ashamed."

Steve took the chiding in stride, smiling back at you, just happy to see you not crying, even if it was at his expense.

"Something tells me he won't remember."

You smiled, looking back at your son who was sleeping away in your arms. The guilt you felt looking at his stitched up nose was tremendous, and the pain in your body was incomparable to anything you'd ever felt before, even with the twins.

Everything happened so fast and you had almost no control over any of it. It was scary- terrifying, even. You were sure it wasn't something you ever wanted to experince again.

"I don't know if I can do this again," you whispered, half hoping Steve didn't hear you.

"What?"

"This was terrifying, Steve. I don't know if I can have another one," you tearfully admitted.

"Oh, honey," he sighed, his heart heavy for you. "That's not something you have to worry about right now. You just focus on this little guy and yourself, how does that sound? Take it all one day at a time, okay?"

"I want to give you a big family, Steve," you said, voice thick with pain.

"And I want you to, also. But there's something I want more. You know what that is?"

You shook your head, pouting your lips as you waited for his answer.

"You. A happy and healthy version of you. There's nothing I want more in this world than that version of you. If that means we cap it at three, then we cap it at three. That's not the end of the world to me. No, the end of the world is losing you."

"Oh, Steve.." you said, fully crying at his sweet words.

"I know, baby. Let it out," he murmured, tucking you into his chest where you thought that maybe it wasn't all that bad.\

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Our house rec! Reader’s making a scrapbook/baby book for the twins and steve can’t believe how crafty she is.

yes!!! i love this sm!! literally speaking my love language

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Our House - pt 11

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In what felt like the blink of an eye, the twins were officially one year old. They babbled endlessly, crawled around on their own, and even started standing with the help of a table!

It was a crazy thing, how fast they were growing up. The way that time sped up when they were born felt unfair, you wanted longer with your babies. But, as Steve had to remind you as you cried during their first birthday party, growing up was a good thing. That didn’t mean you had to like it, though.

With the ache you felt in your heart as you tearfully watched the twins smash cake into their chubby little faces, you knew you had to do something to dull the pain.

"What's all this?" Steve asked, Robin hanging out of his arms on a random Saturday.

"I'm gonna make a scrapbook for the twins," you excitedly exclaimed as you organized the piles of materials you just bought.

"Ooh," he commented, readjusting Robin on his hip. "You're starting right now?"

"Right now!" You smiled, giddy to finally be able to get back in your crafty routine.

Before the twins, hell, even before Steve, you were once quite the artist. It shined through, of course. The way you had decorated the house, the clothes you chose the wear, the doodles you drew while on the phone, but it had been a while since you were able to dedicate time to a craft.

Come to think of it, the last time you painted anything at all was a year and a half ago when you painted the nursery.

So, needless to say, you were excited.

The scrapbook was a big, empty book with thick, blank pages. The cover of the book was pink and leather, something you thought perfectly suited your girls. You bought sheets of stickers to decorate the front and back, as well as a thick permanent marker.

Using that marker, you wrote 'Ava Jane' and 'Robin Marie' in beautiful winding letters. After that, you reached over to grab the cardboard box that was already almost full pictures. As a gift / apology for not being able to meet the baby, Jonathan sent you and Steve a camera so you could document their lives. It was truthfully probably the best gift you got. Both you and Steve loved to take pictures of the babies, and boy did those kids know how to pose.

About an house had passed when Steve walked by again. He had done his best to stay out of your hair and give you the much deserved time, but it was lunchtime for the twins so the kitchen had to be shared.

"How's it going- woah, baby, you made that?" Steve asked in awe, a baby on each hip.

You smiled and nodded, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you glued down a photo of Ava sleeping on Steve's chest.

"Isn't it cool?" You asked.

"Honey, it's so cool," he insisted, looking over your shoulder as his jaw hung open. "I knew you painted good and all that, but I've never seen this type of...art before."

"Ever?"

"Not from you."

"It's not much now, I just got a few sticker sheets and some markers," you shrugged, a particularly crooked swirl you drew bothering you.

Steve silently shook his head behind you, admiring the page you were currently working on. It was a 'tummy time' page, pictures of the girls rolled over and chewing on toys. There were stickers of pacifiers and little stars and moons, as well as a pink gingham paper as the background.

The girls started to squirm in his arms when he finally looked away, still admiring his beautiful, talented wife. He for the twins settled into their high chairs while you finished up the page you were working on.

“Wanna see my progress?” You asked, a smile of joy on your face that reminded him of you when the two of you first met. It was a younger smile, unguarded, free, and happy.

“You know I do, sweet girl,” he replied, an equally happy smile on his face as he grabbed from fruit out of the fridge.

You showed him the front and back covers, both to which he hyped up even though they were really nothing. Then you showed him the newborn page. It had the measurements of your babies — weight, length, and head circumference — written under pictures of them tucked into your chest, still slimy from fluids. You had to call your mom later and thank her for taking that picture. On the top of the page, the day and time was written, as well as the hospital.

When you looked at Steve for some sort of approval or comment, you saw your sweet husband’s eyes filling up the tears. He took at glance at the girl sitting in their high chairs, then stared back a the photo.

“When did they get so big?” He whispered, not trusting his voice.

“See what I’m saying now?” You chuckled, remembering how much of a wreck you were on their birthday.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Steve sniffled, wiping an escaped tear off his eye. “Okay, show me the rest.”

And so, you did. You showed him the ‘pregnancy page’ that had pictures of you from each month, then the page that had the girls from months 0-12. There was ‘your family’ page that included friends and family holding at least one of the babies, stickers and swirls surrounding each picture. You showed him the ‘tummy time’ page once more, the pictures taken around six months before you finally broke, too.

“Oh my gosh…” you frowned, closing the book and walking over to the girls. Ava was closest, so you scooped her out of her hair and tucked her into your chest, which she easily cuddled into.

“Our babies are growing up,” you whimpered, a single tear falling from your eye onto Ava’s hair.

“Tell me about it,” Steve whispered, still unable to talk without his voice breaking as he picked up Robin and cuddled her to his chest. She resisted him for a second but ultimately gave in.

Together, you and Steve stood with your girls nuzzled against you, reminiscing on the past year of your lives.

“You need to keep that scrapbook going forever,” Steve mumbled against Robin’s hair, to which you nodded and sniffles once more.

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Sweet Pea - Ch 6 Birthday Bash (teaser)

This one might take a while to come out - I just want to make it perfect! But here is the first few paragraphs because I can't not share

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11:00 am on Saturday was when you began setting up. There wasn’t really all that much to do, but you wanted to give yourself plenty of time. 

The cupcakes had been iced with the same white buttercream as the cake and decorated with the same pink sprinkles. You carefully transported all the baked goods with a steady hand from your kitchen to Steve’s, refusing any help other than letting him open the door for you.

In the backyard, you strung up the birthday banner, standing on a wobbling chair that had a short leg and even less stability in the grass. Steve walked out and saw what you were foolishly doing, immediately running over to get you down. You protested, telling him that it was fine and you did it all the time, which his only response was a sigh that only a dad could be capable of heaving and a shake of his head.

By 12:00 you had the entire yard decorated. Fold up tables and chairs you barrowed from a church down the street were scattered around the small yard - just enough for about 10 people. Each table was lined with a thin plastic cover that June had already poked about a hundred holes in, and all the balloons and banners were in place.

At 1:00, Robin arrived. You graciously accepted the help she provided in keeping Steve out of your hair. At about 1:30, you set out all the food on the counter, making it look as fancy and plentiful as you could. Cupcakes, cake, chips and dip, and fruit trays that Steve kept trying to get into early. You almost let him, since it was his birthday and all.

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For our house maybe you could do the baby’s teething or something like that or them saying their first words

so cute!! thank you so much for the request :)

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Our House - pt 10

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The first half year of parenthood was a challenge, no doubt about it, but it was so rewarding. Late nights, running on almost no sleep, tiredness that went beyond eye bags but rested deep inside your bones, and the sound of the twins crying being synchronized was precisely the sound of nightmares.

And as much as that all sucked, you loved it. Every time one of the babies cooed happily or laughed at peek-a-boo, your heart melted. Watching Steve do his very best to not only keep the twins happy, but meet your needs as well as exactly what you needed dealing with postpartum.

The first couple months were especially difficult considering the unexpected delivery of twins, but with plenty of donations from people around town, there was finally enough of everything for everyone.

Months 4 and 5 went pretty easily. Random babbling that you and Steve helplessly tried to turn into 'mama' and 'dada,' the twins both found their feet which always gave you and Steve a fit of laughter, and the twins learning to lay on their bellies the right way.

Month 6 was when things got bad again. Maybe 'bad' wasn't the right word - teething was completely normal and healthy! But boy was it a hard time. Your heart broke every time you woke up to a pained cry coming from the nursery, just knowing that your sweet babies were experiencing the most intense pain yet.

Last night was rough.

Robin Marie woke up in a screaming cry at 2:32 am. You were the first one who she got awake, so you braced yourself before slipping out of bed. Steve barely registered your leaving in his deep state of sleep, and you couldn't even blame him. Getting sleep was hard enough as it is, but staying asleep was truly a gift from God. Any sleep you could get, you did your damn best to hold onto.

So, you padded into the nursery, keeping the overhead lights off and only using the night light as your guide. You quickly (but very gently) removed Robin from her crib and took her to the living room, doing your best to keep her from waking up Ava Jane.

The transition was as smooth as it could be, but your baby girl was still crying in pain. You shushed her as soothingly as you could, kissing her sweet head as she whimpered and cried into your neck.

"It's okay, baby girl. Mommy's here," you cooed, grabbing a teething toy from the freezer.

Robin took the toy with gratitude, immediately chewing on it. Her cries slowed, then eventually stopped. You were slumped against the plushy couch, trying you absolute hardest to stay awake when you heard the piercing cries coming from Ava.

You were completely out of the game considering the fact that you didn't want Robin to start crying again, so all you could do was pray the Steve would wake up quickly.

It took him a minute, but soon you heard his feet shuffling out of your room and into the nursery.

"Shh, shh, daddy's here. I know, it hurts, sweetheart," you heard Steve whisper to Ava as he brought her against his chest, heading for the living freezer, much like you did with Robin.

"Oh, hi girls," Steve smiled when you and Robin came into sight.

"Say hi to daddy," you cooed at Robin who sleepily pulled her head up to glance at Steve before tucking herself right back in. Steve chuckled and popped open the freezer, handing Ava a teething toy.

It only took a few minutes to get both girls calmed down and back to sleep. Steve settled in next to you, one arm over your shoulders and the other securing Ava to his chest. She fell asleep there, much like how Robin fell asleep tucked into your neck.

"We make a pretty good team, don't we?" Steve quietly asked with a small, sleepy smile when he noticed your drowsiness.

"I'd say," you smiled back, angling your head for a kiss.

Steve happily met your lips, pressing sleepy kiss after sleepy kiss against them.

The four of you fell asleep like that - snuggled up with each other and unbeliveably tired.

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Losing You - Pt 4

steve harrington x henderson!reader, based on the first half of season 3 episode 2. i did some scenes and dialog directly from the show, but there is more than plenty of originality and creativity in here as well.

i know this isn't nearly as long as the other chapters, but bare with me. at least it's out!

TW: angst, fluff, kissing, reader is hurt by her evil baby brother and boyfriend

WC: 2k

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“Steve,” you giggled, perched atop the back counter at the Scoops Ahoy inside the brand new Starcourt mall. “Steve, Stop! You’re gonna leave a mark!”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, pressing one final kiss to the crook of your neck, “I just can’t help it. You’re delicious.”

You laughed again, head falling back. Steve of course saw this as an opportunity to go back in. He kissed and nipped and licked at your neck, all in a playful manner. You sighed in faux annoyance, but your hands gripped at his back, wrinkling his sailor uniform. You loved his kisses, what could you say?

No one knew about you and Steve. Not yet. Well, one person did, but she wouldn’t tell. Steve’s new coworker, Robin, was well aware of your secret. You always came in after the kids snuck through the back, giggling and talking with Steve. She liked you, quite a bit, actually.

“You two are disgusting,” Robin commented. She only came in the back room for a moment, probably to grab a stack of cones. You and Steve shared a look of slight embarrassment, but neither of you could help but laugh. Robin rolled her eyes and shook her head, although you could see a small smile playing on her lips. She pushed her way back to the counter in the front of the store, leaving you and Steve alone and giggly, kissing away each other's smiles.

Steve was kissing your neck, the spot right under your jaw, when he started sniffing aggressively.

“Steve, what the hell?!” You laughed, but you were utterly confused.

“You must be an angel, I can see it in your eyes,” he teasingly sang to you, voice muffled by the skin of your neck.

 “You smell so good,” he praised, kissing you once more.

You curled your fingers in his hair, softly smiling at him as he grinned at you. You were about to pull him back in, when a familiar voice took you by surprise.

“Am I crazy or do I hear Dustin?” Steve asked, taking a half step away from you. You pouted at the loss of heat and weight, so he helped you off the counter, pulling you into his chest.

“Oh shit, I completely forgot! I’m a terrible sister!”

“Forgot what? What’s wrong?” Steve tilted your head up, trying to read your expressions.

“Dustin came home today!” You sighed, exasperated. “I was supposed to make him pot roast!”

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle. “Pot roast?”

“It’s his favorite,” you mumbled.

“Well, how about we go say hi to him right now?” Steve gently suggested, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You stared up at him, almost getting lost in his honeyed eyes and kiss stained lips.

“He can’t know about us,” you reminded Steve, who promptly sighed and began to pull away. You knew it made him angry – maybe even sad – to keep your relationship a secret, but it was so much easier than explaining to Dustin why his sister and best friend were spending so much time together. 

“Steve, don’t do that. I already feel bad enough.”

“I’m gonna go see if that’s him,” he spoke, not leaving any more room for argument. You scoffed in disbelief. Did he seriously just walk away after guilt tripping you?

“Henderson!” You heard Steve yell, and for a split second you wanted to run into his arms, thinking that he was calling you, that he sounded so happy to see you. Your dreams of making up were dashed and divided when you heard your little brother's laugh.

“Henderson! He’s back”

“I’m back! You got the job!” 

“I got the job, yay!” Steve and Dustin celebrated. You couldn’t see them, but you could hear all the wild noises they made in greeting and it made your heart sink. Dustin would be so mad if he knew. 

“How many children are you friends with?” You heard Robin ask, her voice flat yet sarcastic. You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth that made Dustin’s head snap towards the textured glass leading to the back room.

“Who’s in there?” Dustin asked, a huge grin still on his face as he came down slightly. 

Of course, as it always worked out, Robin beat Steve to the chase.

“Your sister.”

Steve shot her a look, his eyes wide and his face covered in sudden anxiety. 

“What?! What’s she doing here?” Dustin yelled in surprise, already pushing past Steve to get to the break room door. 

Hurriedly, you hopped off the counter, wiped around your mouth to hopefully hide any smeared lipstick (even though it was all over Steve’s mouth already), and fixed your hair. You put on a fragile smile for your brother in part of the facade, desperately wanting him to know nothing.

Dustin called your name as he pushed through the door, coming face to face with you. You, who stood with open arms and a bright smile plastered on your face. You, who wrapped your arms around your baby brother tightly, as if hugging him would ease the pain in your chest you had from watching Steve’s mood take a complete 180.

“What are you doing here?” He asked incredulously.

“I stopped by to pick up an ice cream cake for you,” you lied through your teeth. 

“Oh. I thought you were making roast beef?” 

“Yeah, I was, but we might have to wait till the next pay check arrives, alright bud?” You solemnly told him, taking his cap off to brush his hair back in a comforting manner. It was partly true – the ingredients could get pricey and you really didn’t have the money for all of it. Then again, you could have been buying the ingredients while he was gone to spread the cost out. He didn’t bring it up, though. He simply nodded and gave you an understanding smile.

“I get it,” he replied, backing out of your arms entirely. “I’m gonna go sit with Steve, catch up.”

“With Steve? I’m right here,” you asked, confused and hurt. 

“Yeah, well he just seemed really excited to see me,” Dustin shrugged like he wasn’t wedging his hands in the split Steve had created in your heart earlier. 

“Okay,” you tried to smile, but it came out all wrong. Your voice was weak, and your lips couldn’t stay pulled up. Dustin either didn’t notice or didn’t care because he left without another word, going back to Steve, leaving you with poofy hair and unspilled tears.

You blinked back the drops threatening to fall as you desperately tried to calm yourself down. You felt terrible. Terrible that you forgot about Dustin coming home, terrible about lying to him, terrible for upsetting Steve, and terrible because both of them abandoned you after nearly making you cry. 

After your eyes were dry enough to be unsuspecting, you joined Robin behind the counter just in time to hear Dustin telling Steve that kissing was better without teeth. You shuttered when you heard and suddenly you weren’t so sad to be missing out on their catch up session.

“So, does your brother know or what?” Robin asked under her breath.

“He has no clue. At least I hope,” you filled her in, keeping your voice low. She nodded once before serving the guy who was walking up to the counter. 

“So do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?” You heard Dustin ask Steve as he munched away on his banana boat ice cream sundae. 

“Yeah. I mean, sure,” Steve told Dustin, leaning against the red booth with one arm slung over the edge of the sticky leather. “It’s not really a good idea for me, though, you know. I gotta keep in shape for–” he began to say the first letter of your name, but quickly cut himself off with a frantic shake of his head. “–for the ladies.”

“Yeah, and how’s that working out for you?” Robin called out with a teasing smile on her face.

“Ignore her,” Steve quickly told Dustin, who seemed rather interested in the new girl.

“She seems cool,” he said, and you stopped paying attention. 

Well, tried to stop paying attention, because when you turned to start a conversation with Robin, you heard your brother yell something that sounded suspiciously like “I intercepted a secret Russian communication!” that had heads turning in shock and disgust, the room filling with gasps. 

Robin quickly snapped your attention back to her, though. She started mocking the guy who she just served, and you laughed your ass off because, yes, he was a total douche. 

Dustin talked to Steve until he was finished with his ice cream. After that, they both scurried off into the back room, neither one of them so much as sparing you a glance.

“Oof,” Robin commented. You kissed your teeth and put on an exaggerated smile before turning to Robin.

“Did I do something to him?”

“Who? Steve?” 

“Yes, Steve. Because ever since Dustin got here, he’s been giving me the cold shoulder,” you rambled off, your voice thick with tension and worry.

“I don’t know,” Robin shrugged before picking up a sample spoon and scooping herself some mint chocolate chip. “Maybe he likes Dustin more,” she teased, though it didn’t seem far-fetched at the moment. 

“You really think so?” You asked, worry clear on your face. 

“What? No, I was just kidding,” she replied, picking up on your stress. “Listen, I don't really know Steve all that well, but I do know that he really likes you. When you’re not here, he doesn’t shut up about you. I highly doubt that you’re invisible to him just because your brother’s back.”

You nodded as your shoulders deflated, taking in her words when Erica Sinclair strolled into the Scoops Ahoy, her posse trailing behind her.

You and her were familiar with each other considering that up until last summer she needed a babysitter, and her regular was always bad at showing up. You were always one phone call away happy to help (and bring in some extra cash) when needed. You knew how this went, however. Her and all her friends asked for sample after sample until either Robin refused or Steve caved and gave them free ice cream. Not wanting to watch the life get sucked out of Robin, you figured it was time to try and get your way in with Steve and Dustin.

You walked into Steve pacing the room while eating a banana, and both boys listened to a recording. It was some Russian guy talking while music played in the background. 

As confused as you were, you decided to try and sit down without making any noise. That plan didn’t work out, however. Both boys immediately jumped, Dustin rushing to turn off the recording. 

“What are you doing in here?!” He asked angrily while performing upset hand motions. 

You raised your hands up in surrender and tentatively explained that your feet were tired and you wanted to sit, which was a lie.

“Are there no open booths?” Steve asked genuinely. You stared at him with your mouth open, in complete disbelief that he didn’t even try to stand up for you. 

You looked at both boys in the room, both who clearly didn’t want you there. Both who were content and peaceful until you walked in. Once again, both boys who hurt you.

You didn’t really know how to respond to their obvious eagerness to have you leave, so you closed your mouth and turned on your heel, walking back out. Whatever they were doing, you were gonna let them. You didn’t want to be around people who had no interest in you, either. 

“Whao– where are you going?” Robin asked as you flew past her and out into the wild of the mall. Your eyes were red and glistening as your cheeks warmed up in embarrassment. All you wanted was to get out of there and go home.

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