c4tluver02

[c4tluver02]

I have a very cute but cheesy request :)

Soo okok, so Steve and reader had a fight. idk what the fight should be about but probably not a huge like breakup fight but still one that makes reader avoid Steve. so reader is avoiding Steve as much as they can at school...like runs away if they see him. So Steve is like "i gotta make it up to them!" and comes to readers window with a speaker(here it gets cheesy) and plays baby come back by player. the lyrics fit the situation. anyway, reader is like rolling their eyes while lowkey laughing because Steve is being soooo cheesy. until they crack and let him come inside, where they talk and apologise and they are fine again :)

I love a little angst to fluff😌

baby come back!

wc: 3.3k

cw: mentions of anxiety, angst to fluff!, nothing rlly but if i missed anything lmk! <3

a/n: i am so sorryyyy this took forever to get out!!!! i hope you like it!! :)))

Driving to school with Steve is one of your favorite things. 

A moment of peace and happiness before your dreadfully long day of school. A day that barely involves your sweet boyfriend. The only time you see each other is lunch or if you’re lucky during periods. 

Steve even got the two of you some breakfast food to munch on before school. Always so thoughtful and kind. One of his hands grip the wheel as the other shoves a bagel into his face, crumbs landing on his perfectly fitted jeans. Your hand also has a bagel in it, with less crumbs falling, and the other is on Steve's neck. Playing with the head on the nape of his neck, he loves your hands on him at any time. Some band is on the radio but you can barely hear it through Steve's muffled voice. 

“And you’d think she would give me a good grade. I mean I barely skipped that class.” It’s good that you’re so in love with Steve that you don't find him utterly disgusting for this, seeing the dough in his mouth as he talks. 

He’s talking about his recent essay that he didn't do too well on. You’ve told him countless times that you’d help him with it but he’s weirdly defensive about it. Not wanting any help from you. Maybe it’s because he doesn't want his girlfriend looking at his bad grades, which is fair. But even after you voiced that you won't have a hint of judgement he still said no. And now he’s complaining about a bad grade. 

“I know, I think she’s just a harsh grader.” You say trying to be supportive, helpful even. 

“Shes a pain in my ass is what she is.” Steve sighs, pulling into a spot right by the front doors of the school. A lucky spot but only if you get there early enough to grab it. 

Because he spent the whole drive eating and talking his bagel is almost gone, leaving you with one half of yours left. You’ll offer it to him because he's already having a bad day and it hasn't even really started. And when he asks you if you’re sure you’ll show him how you haven't even finished the one still in your hand. Both of you sit there eating and watching the kids that walk into the building. 

–

You’re lucky that the day has gone by somewhat quickly. It’s already lunch and Steve is sitting at the table, talking to Tommy as he waits for you. When you make it to him he feels arms around his shoulders and he doesn't need to even look up to see who it is. Your manicured nails and the bracelet he bought you for christmas is all he sees and it’s proof enough. 

“Hey baby, how’s class?” He asks as you sit down next to him. 

“You’re right, Mrs. Smith is a total bitch.” You don't even bother hiding the eye roll and sigh that comes out of you. 

All Steve does is laugh, along with opening his lunch to share with you. And when you're in the middle of hearing Carol talk about a girl from the cheer team you feel a presence behind you. Carol stops once she notices the person isn't going away, it’s what makes you turn around. 

“Steve, can I talk to you for a sec?” Nancy asks. 

He freezes at just the sound of her voice, letting your hand slip through his as he gets up. She takes him into a corner of the cafeteria, the more isolated area. You want to watch, to try and read her lips and see what they are talking about. But you don’t, instead you turn back to Tommy and Carol just to see they are already watching Steve and Nancy. It would be horrible for you to ask them what's going on right? 

“Can you tell what they're talking about?” You whisper. 

“Nope, Harrington looks a little shocked and Nanc looks like some kicked puppy.” The way her nickname rolls off his tongue makes you feel a little light headed. Like the past that involved her is still here, buried beneath everything Steve's built with you. 

“She always looks like that.” Carol giggles. 

They aren't the best to be asking such important things. When you turn your head over your shoulder to quickly get a glance of what's going on Steve's already walking over to you guys. 

“Is she okay?” You ask. 

“Yeah, yeah she just needed some advice is all.” He gives you a nod and asks Carol to resume her story. 

It has you feeling whiplash over what just happened. His ex who he hasn't talked to in months just walks up to him and he listened to her with no issue. There was no push back or resentment, just an understanding of what she needed. And even worse he won't tell you the full details of it. Steve Harrington who tells you all of the gossip happening in the school, obsessed with it more than you. 

Little did you know that wouldn't be the last time Nancy Wheeler interrupts you and Steve. 

–

It was the weekend and you were at Steves. The two of you were laying in his bed and he was telling you about a new movie he wants to see with you. Mentioning that it has the romance you like and the comedy he likes. Your head laid comfortably on his chest as his hand traps you in. You could fall asleep but you don't want him to think he bores you, it’s honestly the opposite. His voice is so calming and gentle. How could you not feel so cozy and sleepy? 

If it weren't for the loud doorbell that rang through the house you probably would've slept. But Steve just had to go answer it, thinking it was the mail or a package. When a few minutes passed and he still wasn't back you mustered up the strength from your warm spot to go look. 

Before you even went downstairs you heard Nancy's voice. Steve is trying to whisper and her soft voice is already meeting him there. You can't hear every word but something about having trouble with Jonathan, needing Steve's help. It’s hard to make out but even then you find her weird. Why can't she go to her friends about this? Why is your boyfriend the person she goes to when they don't even talk? When Steve says goodbye and shuts the door, you run back to his room and get under the covers. 

“Was it a mail man?” You ask, voice fluffy and sweet. 

“Yeah, wouldn't stop talking to me.” He says letting out a huff in faux annoyance and a big grin. 

That night you were stuck in your head. Keeping secrets was new for Steve, normally he tells you everything and enjoys hearing your feedback about it. He probably knows your feedback about talking to his ex wouldn’t be very good. Still if you can’t have conversations like this how will you two survive in a relationship. There’s worse things to talk about and if he can't come to you when someone asks for his help it’s downhill from there. 

When you wake up the next morning you tell Steve you aren't feeling well. That somehow, overnight a headache has formed and your throat hurts. That you simply must go home so he doesn't get sick. 

“Y’sure you don't wanna say? I’d take such great care of you I swear.” His arm is wrapped around your torso as you put your shoes on but you're stuck in your ways. Slipping out of his grip and heading to his car before the keys are even in his hand. 

He drives you home with no fuss. A little pout here and there about how much he’ll miss you even though you’ll see him the next day for school. But you need a minute to think, to try and not lose your mind over something that's probably not even that important. 

But when he leans in for a kiss and you let his lips meet your cheek he starts getting a feeling. And when you shut his car door without looking back and waving at him he starts thinking. Chalking it up to how horrible you really must feel, that tomorrow he’ll pack a soup for lunch knowing that you won't do it yourself. 

–

The next morning the routine follows, he picks you up and drives the two of you to school. He talks up a storm and you listen offering tid bits here and there. But your energy is off and he can feel it. When you two get out to walk to class it seems like it’s hitting you even harder. Much worse than yesterday, as if you fell deeper into whatever hole you got stuck in. Your arms are crossed and you aren't leaning into him. An awkward and stiff position making Steve remove his arm from you. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should go and head back home.” He asks as you put things away in your locker, repeating the words you spoke to him earlier. 

“I’m fine Steve. Just drop it, I’ll see you at lunch.” 

And with that you’re on your way to class. Now Steve’s thinking it’s more than a sickness, because he’s seen you sick. You were quick to get help from him and even begged him to stay with you. And when he did leave you told him everything along with frequent updates. Now he's starting to think that it’s got something to do with him. 

His case doesn't get much better either, because Nancy comes back again during lunch. Needing to take Steve away to talk. It only makes you shrink more, getting lost in your head with what is happening between the two of them. Like if Nancy and Jonathan break up, maybe she wants Steve back. And then he gets rid of you and goes back to his first love, an easy fix, like something that never even happened. 

When Steve comes back he continues to act like nothing ever happened, unbothered by her constant questions. His hand rubs your back and you hate how your body melts into him. He says something and it goes past you, only a shake of your shoulder gets you out of your head. 

“The bell rang. Do you wanna hang with the nurse for the rest of the day?” The way he says it almost makes you break. He sounds so caring and truly worried for you. 

“S’okay only two more classes.” You nod, his hand still remains on your back, soothing circles that instantly calm you down. 

Those classes go quickly, and before you know it you’re back with Steve in his car. His hand resting on your thigh as you look out the window. There’s no talking, only the hum of the engine and some music that you don't know the words to. Steve wants to ask you what's wrong, why you’re so out of it but he thinks it will just get you more upset. He should just be patient and caring for you right now. 

However, when you tell him to drop you off at your house he can feel his patience wear off. The whole ‘sick’ thing sounds a lot more like you’re sick of him and he doesn't even know what he’s done wrong. And when he’s parked in front of your house and you’re taking off your seatbelt he pops the question. 

“Can you please tell me what's going on, what is it that you can't tell me about?” You almost want to laugh at the irony. How crazy he’s going because you aren't communicating with him. 

“I really don’t want to talk about it Steve.” The last thing you want to do is blow up at him, all the rage and questions you've had to keep together ready to explode. So instead you remain sitting in his car with your arms crossed. 

“Yeah, you really haven't been wanting to talk about anything these past few days have you.” This time he’s the one that lets out a laugh. Except it’s not because it’s funny, his voice remains low and he shakes his head. 

“You know it’s really crazy that you bring that up Steve because it seems like you’ll just talk about anything except what you’re doing with Nancy Wheeler.” 

“What? What am I doing with Nanc?” Again with the nickname. Like they are just so close that even when they go without contact they can still remain harmless. Unbreakable. 

“I don't know it’s quite literally all I’ve been thinking about! Why she’s asking you for help or why you lied to me when she came over to talk. Trust me I wish I could tell you what you’ve been doing with Nanc.” Her name feels just as bad saying it as it does hearing it. Venom coats your tongue in a heavy way and before you spew anything else out you leave his car. Shutting the door even louder than the day before to make your way into your home. 

Steve leaves after a minute or two of you leaving. Unsure what to do with this new information you gave him. He didn't know you knew that Nancy came over, and even worse that you've been thinking about them. Truthfully Nancy just wanted to talk to him about Jonathan because Steve will tell it to her straight. He honestly doesn't care about them so whatever happens, happens. It’s what gives her a clear mind about the situation. But now not only is he having to hear Nancy's problems he has to hear how she's causing you two problems. Steve thinks she must be bringing her curse onto you and him. 

The thing is you are stronger than Nancy and Jonathan, better in every way. Maybe you lack a little communication here and there but what relationship doesn't every now and then? Unlike Jonthan, Steve is determined to fix things between you two immediately. Already thinking of things to make it up to you. 

The whole drive home he kicks himself for how he didn't realize this would affect you. How weird it must be to see your boyfriend talk to his ex, he understands your point. And the fact that you felt you couldn't talk to him about it makes him feel even worse.

Flowers felt too small, nowhere near enough. He gets you flowers for opening the door for him. Perhaps a nice dinner to explain things could be nice. But maybe you aren't feeling up for that. It needs to be big, something he doesn't do normally that will show just how sorry he is. 

It’s why you hear music coming from your front yard later that night. You’re up reading and Steve knows this, he has your routine down to a science. Instead of crawling through your window like he normally does he’s outside with a speaker on his shoulder. You don't even know it’s him, but the thought of someone out late at night with loud enough music to wake the whole neighborhood makes you get up. 

When you open the window, the music gets even louder making you wince hoping your parents don't wake up, you then see Steve. He’s singing the bridge but you can barely hear him over the music. Once he notices you're seeing him he puts on a whole performance. 

Falling to his knees pointing at you as he sings the lyrics. Pointing at himself when the words “I was wrong” pop up. His antics get a laugh out of you. If anyone from school saw this he would tell you to hide him forever but apparently that’s nowhere near important right now. 

By the end of the song he’s way closer to you and you don't even realize you're smiling so big until you feel your cheeks hurt. A hand covers your mouth as to appear unfazed but the smile reaches your eyes. He’s being extremely cheesy right now and you feel like you’re in some rom-com. Barely believing that this is your life and this is what your boyfriend is doing. 

Once the song ends a few seconds of silence pass until it tries to replay, only getting a loud ‘shhh’ from you and he finally turns the music off. 

“How was that?” He asks, completely out of breath from all the movement he just did. Hands resting on his knees to hold him up, the speaker lying on its side next to him. 

“I think you’re absolutely insane, Steve Harrington.” It comes out with a giggle which brings a smile to Steve's face. The first time he’s heard that sound in days he couldn't even begin to explain how much he missed it. 

You raise up your window to open it more so his body can fit through. He’s quick to do it too, not wanting to waste a second for you to think it over and break up with him. 

“I cannot believe you just did that, you do know people are sleeping right?” You ask as you sit on the edge of your bed, hands on your cheeks to try and stop your smile. 

“It couldn't wait till morning, I had to come and talk to you.” 

“And what if I was already asleep?” You tease, arms behind you to hold your body up. 

“You’re never asleep by this time, you stay up too late reading.” He responds, walking over to stand in front of you. Your head tilts up to see him and he can see your red glossy eyes, it breaks his heart even more. 

“I’m really sorry honey.” He starts. “I should've told you about Nancy, I swear nothing's going on. She wanted to talk to me about Jonathan and I didn't care. I think she saw that and wouldn't give up on it. I promise nothing's going on with me and her.” 

“I should’ve just asked you about it instead of keeping it to myself.” Your eyes land to your hands, picking at your nails. Not wanting him to see the tears that build back up on your eyes. 

His hand reaches for your jaw to bring your attention back on him, looking into your eyes. “No, no baby I should've told you and that would've stopped this whole thing. M’sorry I promise it won't happen again. Forgive me?” 

Playfully, you tap a finger against your cheek as if to think about your response with a hum. His hand rests on his hip as he waits for an answer but he lets out a loud groan. Almost too loud of a groan that would make you shush him but instead you get up on your knees to be eye level with him. 

“I forgive you.” You answer, placing a kiss to his lips. 

His whole body relaxes as he sighs into the kiss. He’s missed your kisses, he doesn't remember the last time he went this long without them. It’s like the air got knocked back into his lungs. His hands go to your waist as he deepens the kiss, a squeal comes out of you when you almost fall back but Steve’s got you. 

“Can you stay the night?” Your eyes are big and he can see how happy you are that things are back to normal. 

“Of course honey.” He gives you one last kiss before getting himself ready for bed, which really just involves him discarding his jeans and t-shirt. 

When you wake up Steve will tell you just how great he slept, you next to him all happy. 

[c4tluver02]

Okay so I've never actually watched whatever gator's from BUUUUT lowkey I think I'd read anything u write and I'm so glad I did bc that was so so yummy to read - I need like 20 bajillion fics of him and his sweet little church girl, I'm INVESTED 🙂‍↕️ I love how she's so strict on her sinful thoughts and wants to wait until marriage, I'd love to know how gator takes that info tbh, I get the vibe it could go either way with him either trying to convince her or being like SUPER into how 'innocent' she is

starting a family

wc: 1.1k

cw: fem! reader, mentions of going to church, misogyny, religious! reader, MDNI!!!!

a/n: eeee im so glad you liked it!!!! a few people wanted me to do a part two to this so it could be connected but it can also be read as a standalone !! i love writing for gator it comes out so easily i guess me and the other 15 people who like him will be getting fed!!!!!

Waking up before Gator was one of your favorite things. 

Getting to see him with his hair sticking straight up, no gel forcing it slicked back, and a completely peaceful look on his face was a gift from God himself. Gators been stressed recently from his dad and work. Speaking of you just met him yesterday, having been dating for a month and a half he thought it was time. And to say you were scared of the big man himself would be an understatement.

Gator told you multiple times to be on your best behavior, saying that it wouldn’t just be a issue he has to deal with if you fucked up. Thankfully when you left all you got was praise about how well you handled yourself. You’d be lying if you said it didn't do something to you but instead you just gave him a kiss on the cheek. The whole way home you two talked about dinners with his family and celebrating holidays together. 

You've actually been doing a lot of talking about the future together. Wanting to make sure you two have the same goals and ideas of how the future would look. And in the middle of it you brought up having kids, once you're married and all. 

The idea of kids made Gator feel sick. Having to deal with some kid that could be a fuck up and ruin everything he’s built sounded like torture. But the angel on his shoulder also filled his head with the thought of you pregnant. Breasts full and plump with a belly that shows you got knocked up. That someone knocked you up, and by now the whole town knows you and Gator are together, letting it be known with a few small pecks at Sunday communion. You’d be completely his, having a kid with his last name that you cherished. The thought of messing around with anyone else so far away from your bundle of joy. To come home from work with a clean house, a warm meal, and a small version of you and him that he could raise right. He’d be completely different from his father. 

Somehow a kid isn't sounding too bad, you’d be a good mother. Nurturing and caring in ways he couldn't. Never one to fight him on his decisions, knowing your place. It’d give him peace knowing that you won't just run out on him, trapped with a child. The community would see you as a grade A slut if you did that, no one would want anything to do with you. The only safety would be Gator, the man you could count on and run to. And with that he could finally fuck you in the way he’s been dying to. Pumping everything into you, not letting a single drop spill. 

Your voice is the first thing he hears when he wakes up. It’s not too early, around 9, he should be getting ready for work in a bit. 

“I’m gonna make you breakfast, what sounds good?” His head is in the crook of your neck, his arm around your waist trapping you in bed. 

“Want pancakes.” Is all he says, voice gravely and low. He hopes you can't tell that his voice alone sends shivers down your spine but he’s actually all too aware. 

So aware it even wakes him up completely. Giving kisses to your neck, and the spot just below your ear that he found the other day. He got the prettiest moan out of you from it and he dreams to hear it again. His hand finds your boob and massages it, pinching the nub that perks up instantly. When he goes to slip his hand under your shirt you grab onto his shoulders and give him a kiss before getting out of bed. 

Gator is well aware of you wanting to wait on sex until marriage. The thing is he doesn't quite have it in him to care. In the beginning of the relationship he adored you for that, finding you absolutely perfect for it even. But now the thought of you being completely untouched, unused, brand new, gets him hard in seconds. And you let him get pretty far, touching up on you and letting moans slip from your pretty lips. Maybe you think it’s enough for him but it isn't, it’s actually killing him slowly. 

He wanted to wait, just like you, he liked the idea of saving yourself for someone. But he knows he’s gonna marry you. You’re pliable, you let him do whatever he wants and listen to his every word with no objections. Any longer and he’ll get you exactly where he wants you. Molding you to fit him completely and no one else. 

So for that reason he’s waiting for you to crack and break. Not caring that this is something you want because it’s something he needs. He craves the feeling of your mouth on him, or to slap your ass when you huff at him. It’s what’s gonna fix you entirely. Just his cock down your throat to shut you up when he’s had a hard day at work and you just keep on asking him what's wrong. To take out his anger on you would heal him in every way. This is what he goes to church for, to apologize for his wrong doings, to tell whoever's listening that he knows it's wrong but does it anyway. 

The next few weeks he felt you crumbling under him. Each morning his hand slides further into your lacy white panties that are utterly soaked. When you leave to go grocery shopping he smells his hand and uses it to pump his dick before hopping into the shower before work. 

He can see the effect he has on you, every day he finds something new that makes you shutter for him. Like when he makes you sit on his lap and bounces his knee up and down. He can feel you push yourself onto his leg, trying to chase the feeling. But even when you get close you force yourself off of him, leaving a wet spot on his work pants that he doesn't even bother washing. 

When you two go to church on Sunday he can tell you stay for just a few minutes longer, really trying to prove your faith. Wanting to show that despite your recent actions you want to wait and you will wait. That you are stronger than this demon that has taken over you. And as you get up to leave, hand out for Gator, he just pulls you in closer and whispers how good of a girl you are. With your thighs tightly wounded together you leave the church with a new wet spot on your brand new cotton undies. 

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slumber party!

wc: 3k

summary: Your first sleepover with Steve fills you with nerves, thankfully he is so sweet to you... And your stuffy!

cw: fem! reader, mentions of anxiety, fluffff, sleeping with a stuffed animal, nothing rlly!! if i missed something lmk!

a/n: saw him w the bear and immediately wrote this.

Dating someone is nerve wracking. Dating Steve Harrington is enough to make you pass out from the anxiety. 

This was your first real relationship. But from what you've heard in the girls locker room you’re nowhere near Steve's first. Everyone knew about him and Nancy Wheeler. She was the perfect girl, always smart and kind to those around her. But now she’s seen with Jonathan who you know pretty well. He was in your class last year and never failed to get picked on by Tommy. Funny how things work. 

And now you’re dating Steve, as of two weeks ago. But the relationship was a few months in the works, it started when your english teacher paired you two together. Ever since then it’s like you've got some magnet pulling Steve to you. He picks you up for school, you stay to watch his basketball practice, and between then you two have the best conversations and when you're feeling brave a few makeout sessions. 

Despite him being your first everything, you feel so safe with him. His gentleness goes beyond words and it makes you feel even more secure with what you're doing. Steve even brought up the idea of you sleeping over at his place this weekend. He must have seen how wide your eyes got because he was quick to explain it was just a simple sleep over. Nothing crazy happening, maybe a movie and then shutting your eyes to dream about each other. 

You hadn't exactly said yes to him yet. Using the excuse that you’d need to ask your parents before doing anything. Which you did, but obviously lying that you'd be going over to a friend's house. Really you just needed a second to sit with it. Your bed time routine is extensive, it’s specific, and it involves stuffed animals that are sitting comfortably on your bed right now. 

Do you buy a cute pajama set? You just sleep in a baggy t-shirt, your favorite being one Steve left in the car that you took home. You’ll need to bring your skincare or you could do it before you leave. Does he have soft blankets, what if he keeps his house super hot? How would you deal with that? You definitely wouldn't get good sleep. 

And your biggest question would he make fun of you for sleeping with your bear? It’s the bear you've had since you were a baby, your childhood stuffy. The one thing that's never changed, constantly being there allows you to have peaceful dreams and a good night sleep. People have things like that, you’re not abnormal for it. Maybe they have a blanket or something more mature than a brown fuzzy bear. You could try to live a night without it, but you've never done that. Your lack of romantic experience lets you get away with that. 

But now it’s Steve Harrington and his room that other girls have been in with no fuzzy bear. Nancy probably didn't freak out like this, handling everything with logistics and certainty. Completely different from you. 

–

The next day he picked you up for school, as he always does, and you knew he'd ask you again. Between the sweet kisses and the kind compliments you knew him. As his hand sat comfortably against your thigh and the Beatles in the background he brought up the sleepover. 

“D’you get to ask your parents about coming over this weekend?” 

He’s really trying not to be forceful. And he swears that nothing will happen, truly just wanting to spend the night with you. You haven't told him much about your past relationships but he’s able to tell that this freaks you out a bit, which is why he’s trying to go about it gracefully. 

“Yeah, they’re okay with it. What day did you want to do it?” 

You completely broke. The ‘not yet’ on the tip of your tongue but his hand squeezed your thigh and suddenly all you wanted was to see the pretty smile he gives you. 

“Awesome, I’m thinking Friday? That way you can just stay with me after school?” 

You are trying to get better at not telling him exactly what you think by your facial expressions but Steve knows you too well, it’s so hard to hide anything. But now this gives you a whole new list of questions and things to think about. 

But still a “Okay perfect, Friday after school.” comes out of you with a secure nod. Of course you want to have this sleep over with him, it’s just everything else that freaks you out. 

Yet his face has a huge smile, one that meets his hazel eyes and shows his nice teeth. It knocks you out of your anxious mind for a second, getting completely swept away by just how pretty he is. It’s why you give him another kiss, shocking him for just a split second at your boldness but taking it in all the same. 

When you arrive at school you can already see Tommy and Carol, they make out right by his car, it looks vicious like they haven't seen each other in forever. As Steve parks it makes you cringe, hoping he never wants to do that. The eating each other's face in public bit and make everyone around you see it. And when he lets out a ‘oh yuck’ you let your shoulders relax turning back to him with a smile at how you both have the same reaction. 

You both get out and meet at the end of the car, hand in hand, walking towards the busy couple. If you had your way you’d walk right past them but this is the routine, every morning you all see each other. 

“Maybe give her a second to breathe?” Steve uses his hand intertwined with yours and points to show he's talking about Carol.  

It seems like that was enough to ruin their little moment as they break apart from each other. Tommy gives him a middle finger with a fake smile and Carol leans against his car. 

“Hey this Friday there's a party at Davids, you going?” 

This almost lights Steve up all over again, moving his hand from yours to around your shoulders. Squeezing you into him and giving the crown of your head a quick kiss. 

“Cant, I was lucky enough to get a sleepover with this one.” His hand around you allows him to cup your jaw, raising it to give easy access for him to press a kiss against your lips.

“Arent we a little old to be calling it that man? I mean you’ll barely be sleeping right?” Tommy asks with a loud laugh. It even makes Carol roll her eyes, that's how you know it’s bad. 

You wish you could just hide away in a hole and never be seen again. Because as much as you can't stand Tommy he’s right. That's what couples do, it’s the next step for you and Steve. Who wants to sleep over at their girlfriends house and just sleep and wake up? Especially Steve Harrington, who never goes to girls' houses just to sleep. It’s only 7am and you already want this day to be over. 

“Alright, I’ll catch you guys later.” Is all Steve says as he walks you both to the front of the school. No defense or clarification. Just ignoring and moving on like it didn't happen. Almost as if he himself was disappointed with it already he didn't need someone else explaining how it should be to him. 

But Steve didn't care what Tommy says, nor has he ever, it was always something stupid or unneeded. And what you and him do isn't any of Tommy’s business anyways. He doesn't need him to support his actions or even like them. If he spent all his time correcting his friend on what he says they’d never get through a conversation. 

Steve can tell you’re not there though, Tommy's comments don't roll off your shoulders like it does with him. Not that it’s any fault of your own, you barely know him. Your head is held low and you’re not talking him up like you normally do. There's no pre-planning for your sleepover or showing any excitement. 

“No need to listen to him honey, he’s dumb and spends his time making out in public whatever he says should be ignored. Okay?” 

Now is not the time to break down and tell him you don't care about his awful friend. That you care how your boyfriend feels and maybe you’re not doing enough for him. Right now you have to survive hours of school and a whole lunch. Then after that a ride home from Steve with a smile to show that this isn't absolutely eating you up. All until you can hide under your covers with your bear and think about everything that happened in only 7 hours. 

“I know.” You say with a nod as you stand on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. His hands find your hips keeping you there and it gets a giggle out of you. 

The loud bell rings and only then does he let you go. You don't have any classes together so this is the last time you’ll see him before lunch. It’s something he complains about almost everyday. Saying something about how he almost went absolutely bonkers not seeing you for soo many hours. 

Each class goes by somewhat quickly due to your busy mind and lunch runs smoothly. Steve must have talked to his friend because there's no more talk about sleepovers. They take up the time with jokes about the guys on the basketball team and Steve even laughs about it. His hand stays on your thigh the whole time and even gives your shoulder a kiss when you sit back down after throwing away your guy's shared meal. 

The rest of the day is the same. Steve drops you off at your place with no fuss and you give him a ton of kisses as a thank you. He asks about what you are thinking of doing during the sleepover and you tell him you’ll make a list of ideas for him to pick from. It makes him giddy that you’re finally getting into this whole thing and that's where you end the conversation. He leaves with a satisfied grin on his face and you enter your house only to run up to your bed. 

–

Friday comes quick, in fact school is almost over then you go straight to Steves. In his car is your overnight bag that you'll take over filled with a cute pj set– a tank top and shorts that have lace on the trim paired with a little bow, incredibly soft– along with your teddy bear and half of your skincare regiment, just the necessities. You’ve decided that if you continue dating Steve and he doesn't leave you for sleeping with a stuffed animal that he’ll have to be seeing it even more. It won't be something that you hide away or never bring out. A nightly thing that won't go away and should even be understood. 

So when you enter his house you try to keep your anxiety to a minimum. His mansion does a good job at helping you with that, surprised that he lives in this place all alone. 

“I got you some food you like, we can make your favorite for dinner. Oh and I even rented some movies but I didn't know which you’d like best so I got a few. I also gathered up some board games we could play if we get bored.” 

His rambling makes you feel better. He’s probably not used to being nervous unlike you, stressed about everything under the sun. It makes you smile which makes him smile. How could he not smile? He's got a beautiful girl staying the night with him. Steve says it all whilst he walks up the stairs, taking you to his room to put your bag away. 

Steve room is exactly what you thought it'd look like but cleaner. Plaid surrounds the room, along with some framed pictures that don't match each other. The lights are warm and dim, creating a soothing environment that somehow helps you.

“I think a movie would be nice, I brought a few movies too.” They weren't rented like his, they were all your favorites meaning you bought them. 

Opening your bag as both of you sit on his bed to pull out the movies he gets a glimpse of what you brought. He can see the pjs and next to it the movies and when you pull them out a fuzzy brown thing appears. It’s only the belly showing, seemingly trying to be hidden and Steve even reaches for it. He does it so quickly, you’re mid looking through the movies and you barely even notice him doing it. 

“Who this little guy?” His words come out playful. No hints of judgment or him being weirded out, just curious. 

“It’s my bear.” You say it so softly. The movies pushed on the bed, no longer your priority. 

“Yeah? Does it have a name?” He’s examining it, noticing the loose limbs and the ripped ear. Definitely a loved item. 

“Um, no it’s just Bear. I just sleep with it, it’s not like my prized possession or something.” Except it is, but the fear of him thinking it’s strange is more demanding making the lie slip out with ease. 

“I think you might need a new one.” 

“Well I've had it since I was a baby so I can't get rid of it. I used to swing it around by its arms, that's why it looks so bad.” You try to justify, try to make it make sense as to why it is the way it is. 

Steve just nods and props it against his pillows, a nice spot, the same spot you put it in your bed. You follow his movements with a close eye and once he lets go of it you can finally look back at him. Your attention regained on the matter at hand, not the bear you spent days thinking about, but the movie you guys are about to watch. 

He’s never had something that's lasted from his childhood. No photos or stuffies. Nothing lasts long in this house, it’s always new and once it loses its spark it’s replaced. Steve loves that you have something like that. That your parents didn't force you to part with it just because it was used. 

“I think either of these sound good but if you want something else that's okay.” You hand him two films, one you brought and one he rented. Steve being Steve he chooses yours, in reality it probably wouldn't be a movie he’d grab but you like it and so he does too. 

He leaves you to make popcorn and you change into your pjs, getting comfortable while he gets food. When he returns he's holding a bowl of popcorn in one hand and two cups in the other. You get up on your knees to grab a cup from him. It gives him the chance to see your cute little set. The shorts fit you like a second skin and he can already feel him lose his mind, it’s like you were trying to kill him. 

You lift the sheets of his bedding up for him to slide into and once he’s placed the bowl of popcorn between the two of you he leans back. The feeling of something pressing into his back makes him move around before he realizes what it is. 

“Oh shit!” He leans forward and you instantly look at him, not understanding what's wrong. His body is bent forwards which makes you think he’s in pain but his arm goes behind him. “M’sorry I was sitting on Bear.” 

Handing you the stuffed animal you take it and look at him again. He looks seriously sorry and even a little scared you might be upset with him for laying against something so special to you. It makes your heart flutter that he’s so caring about it. How silly of you to think he’d be anything but kind to you over something so little. 

You sit Bear next to you and scoot closer to Steve, your head laying against his chest as he moves the popcorn to his lap so it’s out of your way. The movie is surprisingly good and Steve even tells you that. The movie snack did enough for your bellies, full and ready to sleep. When you get up to do your skin care in his bathroom Steve follows. Sitting on the toilet lid as he watches you meticulously. Each product you put on he asks what it is and why you use it. 

Both of you brush your teeth together and you try your hardest to not smile and let your toothpaste get everywhere, but all he’s doing is tickling you and making funny faces you can't help it. Afterwards you put on chapstick and he kisses you, taking it all off of your lips. Rubbing his lips together to really get the product in there and you can't help but roll your eyes. Yes, he could've asked for some but then he wouldn't get to kiss you. Can you blame the guy? You’re wearing the cutest set and he can't do anything about it. 

Once you two are all ready you hop back into his bed. Your head lays against Steve's chest and the bear is in your hand. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, the weight of you on him is the perfect amount, grounding him. And his hand rubbing smooth circles on your back is enough to make you pass out as well. 

In the morning the bear will be at the end of the bed and your arms fully wrapped around Steve. Legs tangled together as one arm lays out like a pillow for your head to lay on and the other is wrapped around you. Maybe it was the bear, maybe it was you but that was the best sleep he’d ever had. 

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airport pickup

wc: 1.2k

summary: Being away from Steve for a week is just as hard as it sounds!

cw: literally none just the cutest fluff!!!!

a/n: heyyy guys im back from the dead. sorry i fell off the face of the earth there for a second i had like no motivation to write!!!! but im hopefully back for good!

Being away from Steve was not normal for you. The two of you do everything today, see each other practically everyday– and when you don't everyone around you is aware of it– always attached at the hip. 

So when you had to leave for a week for a family wedding it was a big thing, it was the longest you two had been apart since you began dating. But there was a lot you had to do for the wedding meaning the 7 days simply had to be done. And Steve had already exhausted all of his time off work with birthdays and anniversaries, not including the days he didn't work so he could spend the day with you in bed. All in all this was just something you both had to push through. 

In the start Steve was okay, filling his time with work and hanging with the kids. It kept him busy the first few days. But then the kids were tired of him and Robin was busy with Vickie and he found himself completely bored. His hobbies were your hobbies and they consisted of things you both did together. His movie nights and dinners felt utterly lonesome without your presence. 

Steve's new favorite part of his day was around 9 when you would call telling hom about all that you've done. How much your mom gets on your nerves, how beautiful the wedding venue is, how much you miss him and that you’re counting down the days till you return back home. Steve felt the same except he’s had so much alone time he knows how many minutes till you get home. 

And after 7 painfully long days he's now at the airport waiting for you to be back with him. For the routine he has with you to return and everything go back to normal. It was a late flight and normally Steve would be getting ready for bed but instead his adrenaline was rushing. The ac was blasting to make up for the heat his body has worked up from just the thought of being with you. 

Once he sees your baby pink suitcase and your silhouette he jumps out of his car. It’s not an area he can just park and leave but his body moves before his mind can stop him. The front door slamming loudly against his car makes you move your eyes directly towards him. Your poor suitcase is almost bouncing up in the air from the speed you're going plus the bumps on the ground. He doesn't even need to meet you halfway because once he's around to the other side of the car you’re there, arms open and your suitcase still rolling. 

“Hi baby.” You say into his neck. His hands go under your shirt, needing more than just your arms around him, and his cold hands make you squeal. 

“Missed you so so much, like so much.” His cold hands burn against your warm body. The walk through the airport is already enough of a workout. 

“I missed you more.” You finally let go of him to see his face, his cold hands still remain under your shirt on your waist. “I think everyone was ready for me to leave, I was talking about you so much.” 

His back is now fully leaning against his car and your hands around his neck pull him down just enough to get a kiss. How he hasn't gotten yelled at by one of the airport security for not moving his car you don't know, maybe they think wow this poor couple hasn't seen each other for months! Because that's exactly how you're acting. 

“I swear I almost lost my mind when you were gone and the kids can back me up.” He says it between kisses and even with the muffledness of it you gleam. How could you not adore how much your boyfriend is obsessed with you? It's every girls dream. 

That's when a loud honk got him off his car, a big truck trying to squeeze its way into a space between Steve's car and another. You open the passenger door as he puts your luggage into the trunk, jogging to get into the driver's seat before this truck fully runs him over. 

As he pulls out of the airport his hand finds yours and you can't help but press sweet little kisses to his knuckles. Your body is fully turned to see him and he wishes he weren't driving because he didn't get nearly enough time to look at you. 

“So what did you do while I was gone?” On the phone Steve always asked about your days, and since they were fully packed you barely heard about his days. Not that he did much. 

“Nothing really, hung out with the kids and Rob. But then they got busy, so I worked some more shifts, and then I watched movies.” He shrugged. Really Steves praying for a red light to come up, he needs to give you another kiss. The feeling of your lips on his knuckles barely holding him over. 

“You didn't even try to do stuff did you?” Your grin is hard for Steve to miss, even out of his peripheral vision. 

“Doing things alone is so lame, I didn't have you to do it with me.” His head tilted back with a groan. Eyes hooded and jaw prominent, all you can think is how awful is it to ask him to pull over. You’re not far from your place, you should be able to keep yourself together. 

You lean towards him to kiss his cheek, grabbing onto his jaw to pull you closer to him since the center console is in your way. And even as it jabs into your ribs you lay your head on his shoulder. Steve's glad to know you’re feeling just as touchy as he is, missing the smell of your sweet perfume. Normally it’s stuck around him 24/7 but you've been gone for oh so long that it’s started to fade. Like your pillow, it no longer smells of your shampoo and conditioner since he’s been sleeping with it. And even the sweater you stole from him, he wore it too much and now it just smells like body wash. 

For you all you've thought about is that body wash, or how his hair gel smells when he’s fresh out of the shower trying to get his hair perfect. You even found yourself wanting to buy a little baby version of his cologne just to smell him when you’re busy and not home. However your family was quick to remind you that you’d see him soon with a little hint of judgment in their voice. It was enough for you to walk out empty handed. 

It felt like the world can turn again, things can go on and everything is okay. You are back with your favorite person and now you can get a good night's rest. Sleeping alone is a battle you didn't know you'd lose until you had to go through it. Even getting ready for bed made you sad, there was no one to kiss you good night and trap you under the covers. 

On the way home both of you were connected in some way. Not letting one another go, happy to be trapped in the car together. And when you got home it stayed that way, maybe even a little more than that… 

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guys pls 😢 ik it says a lot of bad cws but i swear it’s acc such a great read!! 💋💋💋💋

flowers and a date!

wc: 2.3k

summary: After meeting Gator Tillman, you can't help but see him everywhere.

cw: fem! reader, religious! reader, going to church, misogyny, gator is a warning in himself (aka republican cop</3), no smut butttt mdni!!!!!!!!!! ;)

a/n: gator acc is super fun to write if u guys like this i am so down to write more of him!!

A call was sent out that there was a car wreck just up by the station, a simple job that Gator can easily do alone and that's the reason his father sent him out. Apparently someone tailed you and then hit the back of your car. Not a big life ending situation, but just enough that you were stressed and definitely needing a new bumper for your car. Not only that, but the loser who hit you is standing at your window cussing you out. The glass window doing little to nothing to conceal his evil words, ones no gentleman would say that's for sure. 

The cop came in record time, you’ll have to make sure to bring some cookies down to the station as a thank you. You can't hear what he's saying to the guy blocking your door but his hand movement is enough to tell you he’s trying to get the guy away. Of course he is listened to with no problem, you try not to show the eye roll that you can't help from slipping. 

When you hear a knock at your window it’s no longer the idiot who hit you but the handsome man in uniform. Rolling it down he lays his forearm against the door, bending his neck to see you better. 

“Y’okay?” All he gets in response is a quick nod from you. 

“I put him on the curb he wont hurt ya, can y’tell me what happened?” His calm demeanor helps your frantic one. 

“Well I was driving, and he was tailing me, then the person in front of me slowed down, so I did too. Then he hit me because he was so close.” The sigh you let out is so defeated, Gator thinks he might even feel bad for you. 

“But I was going the speed limit, sheriff. I swear, he was trying to make me go faster but I wouldn't.” You continued when he wasn't responding. There's no name on the vest he was wearing, just the word ‘SHERIFF’ in big letters. 

“I believe you sweetheart, m’gonna go write this up and listen to what he has to say ‘kay?” 

You respond with a small ‘okay’ and watch as he returns to the man who's now fuming. Knee bouncing violently with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He’s smoking like he knows it’s his last one. Leaving your window rolled down allows you to finally hear them talking. The sheriff asks what happened but the response he gets is ‘dumb bitch’ that and ‘slow cunt’ this. The way he spoke about you was like the Devil was stuck within him, when you get home you’ll make sure to pray for him. 

When the Sheriff finally comes back to you he’s just telling you that he’ll be written up and taken down to the station, saying that he seems under the influence. He gives you the information you’ll need from the guy to get your car fixed. A sigh of relief leaves you and for a split second Gator can only imagine how you’d sound in different circumstances. One where you’re stuck in his bed with his head between your thighs, moaning his name so loud the neighbors hear. 

But the guy yelling knocks him out of his thoughts. He’s walking back up to your car and it makes you roll your window back up, scared and unsure what he’s gonna do. The sheriff seems to have been through this a few times before, quickly spinning the man to face your car while he hand cuffs him. The alcohol must be making him slow to react because he cuffs him with ease. You’d be lying if you said it didn't do something to you, but that’s just a sinful way of thinking. You’d never, ever, do anything with those thoughts. Let alone act on them, not until you've got a ring on your finger.

The sheriff walks him back to the police car and then opens the driver door himself. However you still needed to thank him for his help, it’s why you got out of the car. Your denim skirt still slightly rolled up and the white top slightly shows your bra when the light hits you just right. Gator heard your boots hit the ground, it’s what made him look up at you. He gets out of his car and meets you half way.

“Wait, I, um, I just wanted to say thank you.” You’re messing with your nails and your head is tilted. You look nervous to now be face to face with him. 

“It’s my job darlin’, anytime you need anything you call this number alright?” He says giving you a card from his wallet. It’s his business card, saying his full name, his position, and his number. All of this next to the symbol of the Stark County Sheriff’s Department. 

“I will, I promise.” You haven't broken eye contact with him yet, his eyes downturned to look at you. 

All he does is nod as a loud voice comes through the speaker on his shoulder. He turns back to get into his car getting it ready to leave as he gives you a small nod. As you go to do the same you see him send a wink your way before he speeds off. It’s enough to send you home and get on your knees to say sorry for the thoughts you had. 

–

The next time Gator sees you it’s at church. It’s a nice Sunday morning and he can hear your voice before he sees you. You’re too busy talking to an older lady who sat next to you. He can't help but wonder if you had been there this whole time and he was too blind to see. It’s a downright shame that he’s missed you all along but now that he’s got you, he’ll never let go. 

It starts with his piercing eyes that you feel burning through you. The skin that is showing, on fire, as you turn to see him. He gives you a smile that lasts for no longer than a second. It makes you say your farewells to the kind lady you were talking to and make your way towards him. He’s sitting on the pew that's near the back of the church, barely filled with people. 

“Hey sheriff.” You say before joining him on the bench. 

“I'm thinking off the clock s’okay to call me by my name.” His smile returns only towards the end of the sentence. 

“Hi Gator.” This time you say it differently, a little flirty but with a hint of shyness. Your long lashes flutter as your cheeks flush, the effect he has on you by just saying his name outloud has him hooked. 

“How’s your car doin’?” He’s barely giving you much to work with but still you sit fully facing him giving it your all. 

“It’s okay, didn't cost too much to fix. I’ve been meaning to ask what type of treat the department likes? I want to make something as a thank you for helping me.” 

His arm shoots out to lay on the back of the bench, his hand plays with the ends of your hair, a feather light touch but enough to make you aware of your breathing. He sits there like he’s thinking about what to say until he pulls out a vape. Sucking the air in, making sure to blow the smoke away from you. 

“Some cookies or brownies will do just fine.” He doesnt know what fucking treats the guys like, but who cares? They weren't the ones helping you out now were they? 

“Okay, great. I'll make them and then drop them off either tomorrow or the day after.”

“That’s perfect honey.” He says blowing another cloud of smoke up in the air. It makes his jaw pop, you think it could cut glass, it's so sharp. The pet name does numbers on you too and you can physically feel the heat as it spreads to your face. 

You don't get to say anything else as the group of people talking finally sit down. Ready to get things going, you stay sat next to him the whole time. 

–

You were true to your word. The next day you showed up in the prettiest dress he’s ever seen with a plate of cookies and brownies. The bottom of the plate was warm, letting him know they were fresh. He was happy to know you can bake, make food for him when he needs it. It’s what he needs in a wife, not that he’s gonna marry you right now, just a thing he looks for. Good to know you fit the bill. 

“Hi Gator, I hope I made enough, I thought doing both would make everyone happy.” You’re gleaming, like a light in this dark place that's filled to the brim with criminals. 

“It’s sheriff darlin’ I'm on call.” He reminds you as he looks around the room for any of his coworkers. Or worse his father. 

“Oh right, sorry, sheriff. Is there somewhere you want me to put them?” You reply, trying to redeem yourself. 

“Yeah, come with me.” His hand grabs yours as he leads the two of you to the small kitchen area. It’s got just enough room to make some food and a table for a few people to eat at. You place the plate onto the table and now you’re not really sure what to do. Gator is staring at you like you’re his last meal, the neon green vape in his hand gripped tightly. 

“You’re real sweet for makin’ this all for us.” 

“Oh well, I don't exactly do much at home so it’s really no problem.” Mid sentence he reaches for your hand again, his long fingers running over your delicate ones. He looks like he’s admiring your nails, making sure there's no ring. 

“Hm, well I'll make sure the guys know you brought it.” The lie slides right through his teeth, he's gonna take these home tonight. Then probably take a cold shower when he gets himself too worked up over how much time you put into him. 

You give him a sweet smile that almost makes him lose it. His thoughts are only about pulling you up on the table and seeing what's under this little dress of yours. The length barely hits mid-thigh and it fits you well, almost too well. 

But instead what happens is you wish him a good day and leave, and when he goes back to the kitchen he can smell your sweet yummy vanilla perfume float around the small room. 

–

The next day Gators on your doorstep, somehow knowing where you live, possibly looking it up in the system. That thought alone is enough to make your thighs clench together. When the door opens all he sees is you in an apron that pushes your boobs up perfectly, the tie being too long to wrap only once around your body it cinches your waist and pushes up your chest even more. He’s holding your plate in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. It was one that his father got for some chick but he stole before he gave them up, you're more important anyways. 

“Oh, Gator! This is the sweetest thing ever!” You squeal, Gators surprised that the sound didn't make him want to turn the other way and get back in his truck. 

You let him in and take the items from his hand, placing them down on the counter near you. Pulling him into a hug that allows him to put his hands where they've been wanting to reach. It’s quick but still the first time you two have touched like that. You feel like a little school girl for how much it does to you, his skin touching yours lights you on fire. 

“Wanted to ask if you would go on a date with me?” His hands are still on your waist, he doesn't even realize how his fingers rub little circles on your hip bone. 

Your eyes are wide just from his question. “Of course I’ll go on a date with you. Who would I be to turn down someone so kind?” The grin on your face now matches your eyes, big and wide showing just how happy you are. 

Gator doesn't know if he's ever been referred to as kind ever in his life. He specifically likes hearing it come from your lips, you say it like it's true. He thinks if his father ever said it, he would laugh from how fake it would sound. 

“I’ll pick you up on Saturday at 5?” He really does want to be a gentleman with you, whether you want to end the date in his bed or not is your decision. Generous of him, really. 

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” You shake your head feverishly. Gator knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger, unable to say no to anything if he begged enough. 

He gives your temple a small kiss and then your cheek and somehow his lips are on yours. Your sweet flavored lip gloss almost takes over his mind, but once you let out a hum– more so a moan– his mind does a whole 180. It’s a small kiss that gets pushed deeper, harder, faster. Completely taking over your body, almost falling limp into him, his hands have to hold tightly onto your waist so you don't fall. Your body wants to mend with him, melt into one. 

When the two of you disconnect for air he simply lets out a hum. Giving you one last quick peck on your lips before letting himself out. You hear the loud sound of his truck unlocking and then you see him pull out of your driveaway. Saturday can't come soon enough. 

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gator fic did Not do well …… apparently we dont have as many gator fans as i thought 😭😭😭😭

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flowers and a date!

wc: 2.3k

summary: After meeting Gator Tillman, you can't help but see him everywhere.

cw: fem! reader, religious! reader, going to church, misogyny, gator is a warning in himself (aka republican cop</3), no smut butttt mdni!!!!!!!!!! ;)

a/n: gator acc is super fun to write if u guys like this i am so down to write more of him!!

A call was sent out that there was a car wreck just up by the station, a simple job that Gator can easily do alone and that's the reason his father sent him out. Apparently someone tailed you and then hit the back of your car. Not a big life ending situation, but just enough that you were stressed and definitely needing a new bumper for your car. Not only that, but the loser who hit you is standing at your window cussing you out. The glass window doing little to nothing to conceal his evil words, ones no gentleman would say that's for sure. 

The cop came in record time, you’ll have to make sure to bring some cookies down to the station as a thank you. You can't hear what he's saying to the guy blocking your door but his hand movement is enough to tell you he’s trying to get the guy away. Of course he is listened to with no problem, you try not to show the eye roll that you can't help from slipping. 

When you hear a knock at your window it’s no longer the idiot who hit you but the handsome man in uniform. Rolling it down he lays his forearm against the door, bending his neck to see you better. 

“Y’okay?” All he gets in response is a quick nod from you. 

“I put him on the curb he wont hurt ya, can y’tell me what happened?” His calm demeanor helps your frantic one. 

“Well I was driving, and he was tailing me, then the person in front of me slowed down, so I did too. Then he hit me because he was so close.” The sigh you let out is so defeated, Gator thinks he might even feel bad for you. 

“But I was going the speed limit, sheriff. I swear, he was trying to make me go faster but I wouldn't.” You continued when he wasn't responding. There's no name on the vest he was wearing, just the word ‘SHERIFF’ in big letters. 

“I believe you sweetheart, m’gonna go write this up and listen to what he has to say ‘kay?” 

You respond with a small ‘okay’ and watch as he returns to the man who's now fuming. Knee bouncing violently with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He’s smoking like he knows it’s his last one. Leaving your window rolled down allows you to finally hear them talking. The sheriff asks what happened but the response he gets is ‘dumb bitch’ that and ‘slow cunt’ this. The way he spoke about you was like the Devil was stuck within him, when you get home you’ll make sure to pray for him. 

When the Sheriff finally comes back to you he’s just telling you that he’ll be written up and taken down to the station, saying that he seems under the influence. He gives you the information you’ll need from the guy to get your car fixed. A sigh of relief leaves you and for a split second Gator can only imagine how you’d sound in different circumstances. One where you’re stuck in his bed with his head between your thighs, moaning his name so loud the neighbors hear. 

But the guy yelling knocks him out of his thoughts. He’s walking back up to your car and it makes you roll your window back up, scared and unsure what he’s gonna do. The sheriff seems to have been through this a few times before, quickly spinning the man to face your car while he hand cuffs him. The alcohol must be making him slow to react because he cuffs him with ease. You’d be lying if you said it didn't do something to you, but that’s just a sinful way of thinking. You’d never, ever, do anything with those thoughts. Let alone act on them, not until you've got a ring on your finger.

The sheriff walks him back to the police car and then opens the driver door himself. However you still needed to thank him for his help, it’s why you got out of the car. Your denim skirt still slightly rolled up and the white top slightly shows your bra when the light hits you just right. Gator heard your boots hit the ground, it’s what made him look up at you. He gets out of his car and meets you half way.

“Wait, I, um, I just wanted to say thank you.” You’re messing with your nails and your head is tilted. You look nervous to now be face to face with him. 

“It’s my job darlin’, anytime you need anything you call this number alright?” He says giving you a card from his wallet. It’s his business card, saying his full name, his position, and his number. All of this next to the symbol of the Stark County Sheriff’s Department. 

“I will, I promise.” You haven't broken eye contact with him yet, his eyes downturned to look at you. 

All he does is nod as a loud voice comes through the speaker on his shoulder. He turns back to get into his car getting it ready to leave as he gives you a small nod. As you go to do the same you see him send a wink your way before he speeds off. It’s enough to send you home and get on your knees to say sorry for the thoughts you had. 

–

The next time Gator sees you it’s at church. It’s a nice Sunday morning and he can hear your voice before he sees you. You’re too busy talking to an older lady who sat next to you. He can't help but wonder if you had been there this whole time and he was too blind to see. It’s a downright shame that he’s missed you all along but now that he’s got you, he’ll never let go. 

It starts with his piercing eyes that you feel burning through you. The skin that is showing, on fire, as you turn to see him. He gives you a smile that lasts for no longer than a second. It makes you say your farewells to the kind lady you were talking to and make your way towards him. He’s sitting on the pew that's near the back of the church, barely filled with people. 

“Hey sheriff.” You say before joining him on the bench. 

“I'm thinking off the clock s’okay to call me by my name.” His smile returns only towards the end of the sentence. 

“Hi Gator.” This time you say it differently, a little flirty but with a hint of shyness. Your long lashes flutter as your cheeks flush, the effect he has on you by just saying his name outloud has him hooked. 

“How’s your car doin’?” He’s barely giving you much to work with but still you sit fully facing him giving it your all. 

“It’s okay, didn't cost too much to fix. I’ve been meaning to ask what type of treat the department likes? I want to make something as a thank you for helping me.” 

His arm shoots out to lay on the back of the bench, his hand plays with the ends of your hair, a feather light touch but enough to make you aware of your breathing. He sits there like he’s thinking about what to say until he pulls out a vape. Sucking the air in, making sure to blow the smoke away from you. 

“Some cookies or brownies will do just fine.” He doesnt know what fucking treats the guys like, but who cares? They weren't the ones helping you out now were they? 

“Okay, great. I'll make them and then drop them off either tomorrow or the day after.”

“That’s perfect honey.” He says blowing another cloud of smoke up in the air. It makes his jaw pop, you think it could cut glass, it's so sharp. The pet name does numbers on you too and you can physically feel the heat as it spreads to your face. 

You don't get to say anything else as the group of people talking finally sit down. Ready to get things going, you stay sat next to him the whole time. 

–

You were true to your word. The next day you showed up in the prettiest dress he’s ever seen with a plate of cookies and brownies. The bottom of the plate was warm, letting him know they were fresh. He was happy to know you can bake, make food for him when he needs it. It’s what he needs in a wife, not that he’s gonna marry you right now, just a thing he looks for. Good to know you fit the bill. 

“Hi Gator, I hope I made enough, I thought doing both would make everyone happy.” You’re gleaming, like a light in this dark place that's filled to the brim with criminals. 

“It’s sheriff darlin’ I'm on call.” He reminds you as he looks around the room for any of his coworkers. Or worse his father. 

“Oh right, sorry, sheriff. Is there somewhere you want me to put them?” You reply, trying to redeem yourself. 

“Yeah, come with me.” His hand grabs yours as he leads the two of you to the small kitchen area. It’s got just enough room to make some food and a table for a few people to eat at. You place the plate onto the table and now you’re not really sure what to do. Gator is staring at you like you’re his last meal, the neon green vape in his hand gripped tightly. 

“You’re real sweet for makin’ this all for us.” 

“Oh well, I don't exactly do much at home so it’s really no problem.” Mid sentence he reaches for your hand again, his long fingers running over your delicate ones. He looks like he’s admiring your nails, making sure there's no ring. 

“Hm, well I'll make sure the guys know you brought it.” The lie slides right through his teeth, he's gonna take these home tonight. Then probably take a cold shower when he gets himself too worked up over how much time you put into him. 

You give him a sweet smile that almost makes him lose it. His thoughts are only about pulling you up on the table and seeing what's under this little dress of yours. The length barely hits mid-thigh and it fits you well, almost too well. 

But instead what happens is you wish him a good day and leave, and when he goes back to the kitchen he can smell your sweet yummy vanilla perfume float around the small room. 

–

The next day Gators on your doorstep, somehow knowing where you live, possibly looking it up in the system. That thought alone is enough to make your thighs clench together. When the door opens all he sees is you in an apron that pushes your boobs up perfectly, the tie being too long to wrap only once around your body it cinches your waist and pushes up your chest even more. He’s holding your plate in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. It was one that his father got for some chick but he stole before he gave them up, you're more important anyways. 

“Oh, Gator! This is the sweetest thing ever!” You squeal, Gators surprised that the sound didn't make him want to turn the other way and get back in his truck. 

You let him in and take the items from his hand, placing them down on the counter near you. Pulling him into a hug that allows him to put his hands where they've been wanting to reach. It’s quick but still the first time you two have touched like that. You feel like a little school girl for how much it does to you, his skin touching yours lights you on fire. 

“Wanted to ask if you would go on a date with me?” His hands are still on your waist, he doesn't even realize how his fingers rub little circles on your hip bone. 

Your eyes are wide just from his question. “Of course I’ll go on a date with you. Who would I be to turn down someone so kind?” The grin on your face now matches your eyes, big and wide showing just how happy you are. 

Gator doesn't know if he's ever been referred to as kind ever in his life. He specifically likes hearing it come from your lips, you say it like it's true. He thinks if his father ever said it, he would laugh from how fake it would sound. 

“I’ll pick you up on Saturday at 5?” He really does want to be a gentleman with you, whether you want to end the date in his bed or not is your decision. Generous of him, really. 

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” You shake your head feverishly. Gator knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger, unable to say no to anything if he begged enough. 

He gives your temple a small kiss and then your cheek and somehow his lips are on yours. Your sweet flavored lip gloss almost takes over his mind, but once you let out a hum– more so a moan– his mind does a whole 180. It’s a small kiss that gets pushed deeper, harder, faster. Completely taking over your body, almost falling limp into him, his hands have to hold tightly onto your waist so you don't fall. Your body wants to mend with him, melt into one. 

When the two of you disconnect for air he simply lets out a hum. Giving you one last quick peck on your lips before letting himself out. You hear the loud sound of his truck unlocking and then you see him pull out of your driveaway. Saturday can't come soon enough. 

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lucky

wc: 1.7k

summary: After coming home to a silent apartment Spencer looks around for you, how lucky is he to find you all soapy and pretty!

cw: r is taking a bath, mentions of being naked, hair long enough to be in a bun, mentions of serial killers (typical cm stuff), fluffy :D

a/n: my first spence fic......... pls lmk if you like this or hate it ive only written for Steve so anything is appreciated !!!! but bare w me ill get better at writing him!

Coming home to you after a case is one of Spencer's favorite things on this planet. Especially on nights like tonight where he comes home earlier than he said he would, catching you by surprise. 

He was lucky to feel this. To be able to leave everything that's been on his mind from the case at the door. All the stress and statistics about serial killers slides off of his shoulders, melting away with ease. It’s because he knows when he opens the front door a smell of a candle will fill his senses, sometimes dinner, and you’ll be there with a big smile just from seeing him. 

Another thing he was lucky to have. Someone being truly happy by just seeing him. You're big smile paired with his shirt you stole from your shared closet and shorts that should be considered underwear there's that short, not that Spencer minds of course. Yes, he has to get into the mind of horrible people or skip a Christmas but at the end of the day he comes home to you. The only word he can think of is lucky. 

So when he makes his way to the door, pushing his key into the lock there's already a smile on his face. He likes to take guesses at where he’s gonna find you. Maybe on the couch watching a show that he’ll get grumpy about because you said you could watch it together, or perhaps cooking dinner. He doesn't think you’re cooking dinner because it’s quite late, you've probably already eaten and got ready for bed. 

However, if there's one thing his job has spread to you, it’s a horrible sleep schedule. You will definitely still be up even at the late hour so it’s really a guessing game as to where you’ll be. Still Spencer guesses the couch. 

But before his eyes even make it to the couch his ears beat him. There's no sound coming from the TV, nothing from the kitchen. Matter of fact there's not even any lights on. So maybe work didn't leave him the second he walked through the door because his first thought was if someone was here. Someone who turned off all the lights and tv and even locked the door on the way out. But after a split second he tried to think rationally, y’know, how a normal human would think. 

“Babe?” He yelled out, but there was no reply. 

This whole time he was stuck by the front door, unable to move from the weird state he found himself in. But the need to find you unglued him, making his way to the office you two share. It’s really Spencer's office, filled with all of his books and files. However there was your big computer and awards from your job that filled the leftover space. A mix of both of you in one small room. 

When you weren't in there he thought to look in the bedroom. People go to bed early, you never do but there's a first time for everything. But as he opened the door the lights in this room were off as well. Flicking the switch to turn them on, he didn't find your body snuggled up in the covers. There was no sign that you had even been there since this morning when he kissed you goodbye, barely waking you up from your REM sleep to let you know he’s leaving. 

His last idea was to look into the bathroom, he had no hope for you to be in there but at this point you weren't anywhere to be seen so for him not to go crazy he gave in. 

And thankfully he did because there you were with your eyes closed, headphones on as you relaxed in the bathtub. The only source of light in there was a few candles and a night light plugged into the wall. You weren't even aware he had found you, let alone that he was even home yet. He was supposed to be gone for a few more hours. 

Spencer held his hand over his heart, feeling the severe beating that his heart was doing from the idea that you weren't home. Yet here you were safe and sound, not a single worry in the world. He could feel the pulse in his toes but once his body relaxes he tries to find a way to get your attention without scaring you. 

He could shut the door loudly hoping that would get your attention, or maybe knocking on it really loud. Or tapping you on the shoulder, however he feels like that wouldn't be too smart. In fact, he’d probably get wet. But maybe then he’d have a reason to get into the bath with you. 

As he stands there thinking you finally open your eyes. The yelp you let out knocks him out of his head and he even jumps. 

“Holy shit Spence, what are you doing?” Him watching over you was not what you were expecting to see. The water around you moves from your movement as you take off your headphones. 

“M’sorry I just found you in here but I was thinking of a way not to scare you.” Finally he can get close to you, lowering himself to be eye level with you. 

“Oh, well I mean it could have used some more thinking.” Your hair is up in a bun but there are still some pieces in the back that are curling from the steam of the water. You look really pretty in this lighting, skin all shiny and glowing. 

He lets out a smile which you immediately copy, happy to see him now that he’s here. “I know sorry.” It comes out sheepishly. “Why are all the lights off?” His hand rubs your knuckles that are holding onto the lip of the tub. 

“I had the worst headache, all the lights were making it worse.” You scoot your body to face him and it makes Spencer want to just jump in with you right now. 

“I’m sorry angel, why didn't you call to tell me? I could've come home.” This got him a laugh in response, no way you're gonna stop him from his work because you have a headache. 

“You have way more important things to do, plus you wouldn't have been able to do anything.” 

“Sorry, do you know you’re talking to the king of migraines?” 

“Well, yes I do! But I promise it really wasn't that bad, it’s already gone.” You're lying your head on his hand now and Spencer can't believe he hasn't gotten a kiss to greet him yet. 

“Since you're back to perfect health, kisses?” 

To meet his lips you lift yourself up a little and this is when Spencer remembers you have to be naked to take a bath. The bubbles stick to your skin just enough to tease him and your lips meet his before he could look anymore. His dry hand meets your dewy face and pulls you even closer, anymore and you’d fall out of the tub. Kneeling on your knees, a squeal comes out of you when you feel his other hand grab onto your waist. All this kissing is making you cold, the hot water no longer surrounding you. It’s what brings you back into the bubbles. 

“D’you wanna get ready for bed?” 

“Sure, can you get me a towel pretty please?” 

The only response you get is a head shake and a smile because how were you gonna get it if he wasn't here? Still he gets you one with no complaining. He can hear the water draining and you blowing out the candles that created the littlest bit of light in the bathroom. It’s not pitch black when he hands you the towel but it’s enough that he holds onto your arm to make sure you dont trip getting out of the tub. 

While you dry off Spencer turns the bedroom lights off and the small lamps on. Two cute lamps that sit on your side tables leaving a perfect warm hue to the room. He’s even kind enough to get you a cup of ice cold water. When you first started dating he would always tell you that the water temperature you liked would make you sweat everything out, leaving you dehydrated. It had something to do with the steam and heat but your mind couldn't quote the scientific explanation he gave you. 

When he comes back with the water the light in the bathroom is back and you’re doing your skin care. It makes him hurry to put the cup on the table to meet you there, knowing after this you brush your teeth, and you always brush your teeth together. 

“How was work?” You’re putting on some type of lotion, Spencer keeps making notes to himself to look at what type it is so he can look it up and figure out what about it is so good for it to be $70 but he always gets sidetracked. 

“It was good, Derek tripped today and spilt coffee all over himself, probably my favorite moment of the day.” He says as he sits on the lid of the toilet watching you. 

He tells you a little more about catching the killer and what his issue was, he never wants to tell you too much. You don't want to know the gory details and he doesn't want to bring them back up so it's a few questions then over with. Once you're done with the skin care you grab his toothbrush and get it ready for him, following up with your own. Both of you work in sync, multitasking as you slip your towel off to put underwear on while Spencer takes his shirt off. It doesn't take long for you to be ready for the night, turning off your lamp and getting into bed.  

Spencer keeps his on to read a little before he goes to bed but it doesn't stop you from snuggling up into him, your head laying in the crook of his neck. He can feel a little kiss you give his shoulder and in return he gives your forehead a kiss. 

“Can you read it out loud please?” It’s muffled from your mouth smooshed into his shoulder but he understands what you said. 

He gets through a whole chapter till he feels a change in your breathing. Another chapter is read but this time in his head before he decides it’s time to get some sleep himself. As he looks at you dead asleep Spencer can't help but think of himself as the luckiest man alive. 

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flat tire

wc: 2.9k

summary: On your way home you get a flat tire, good thing there just so happens to be a cute boy outside that can help you out!

cw: feminine!reader, no use of y/n, i have no idea what its like to get a tow truck so if its wrong no its not, fluffyyyyy <3

The heat that fills the inside of your parked car almost makes you retreat back into your AC filled work space. Key word almost. 

The need to get home and change into pajamas overruled any irritation from the hot stuffy air. You quickly turned the air up and made your way home. But when you were at a stop light you noticed the next exit you needed to take to get home was closed off due to road work. The sigh that escapes you is heavy, another thing that fuels your irritation. There's another way home, a longer way, but still a way. It takes you through a few fancy neighborhoods that have speed bumps and large neon green signs that tell you children run around. It makes the route another 10 minutes to your already too long of a drive but it's all you got.  

Trying to make the most of it you allow yourself to look at the nice homes, the ones you’ll probably never be able to own. But they do say to dream big, right? 

The houses are decorated with summer trinkets, it being mid July everyone was outside and in their pools. Which these big houses definitely have and you even see some of them due to the fences they have. Tall white wood as an excuse for a wall to keep privacy, but really they want you to see their fancy big backyard with the huge pool and additional hot tub. It’s easy to look into the homes as they all have large windows that no doubt allow beautiful light to surround the room. Maybe you shouldn't have given yourself the luxury of being nosy, now you have another thing to be upset about. 

And because you were too busy looking at the homes you don't realise the glass bottles that litter the ground, beer bottles broken and some normal ones sitting on the sidewalk. You can feel your back tire lower before you hear it. Your other three tires barely make it through to let you park close to the sidewalk. 

Of course one of those rich assholes had some party and didn't pick up a single thing outside. Out of sight out of mind. Now you’re the one paying for it, along with the heat, and the road work. Speaking of heat you’ll have to get out of your cool car to go knock on some door to ask for a phone. That brings a whole new type of stress to you, the idea of someone in this neighborhood actually helping you. They’d probably assume you're trying to sell them something and shut a door in your face. 

Now that you’re out of your car you can hear the music coming from a backyard. It’s two houses in front of you and all you could think is if you were paying this much for a house your neighbor better be silent. But right now, in this moment, you’re thankful for it. 

Walking up to the gate that matches the basically see through fence, you can see a guy in the pool. He’s got a net in his hand, seemingly cleaning the leaves that fall from his tall trees, and you can see his head move slightly to the music. 

When you try to knock on the wooden gate it’s nowhere as loud as it needs to be to block his music. Yelling to get his attention seems like the worst thing to do but it’s really your only option. 

“Excuse me!” You say with a loud voice. 

You say nothing more since he gets out of the pool. Thinking he heard you but instead he grabs a beer from the cooler that sits next to his pool chairs. He shakes his head trying to get water out of his ears and it makes his hair rise as well. His beer doesn't match the bottles that popped your tire which you are automatically thankful for. If you had to tell him some loser left out glass and it was him you for sure wouldn't be able to use his phone. 

This next attempt you say another “excuse me” but it’s added with some slight jumping on your tippy toes. Hoping your head is seen over the gate so he could be more aware of your presence. 

And thankfully it works! His head turns quickly to the noise but the half of your head that’s showing is what makes him walk over to you. 

“Uh, hey?” Now that you can finally see him up close you can see the water drip off of him. The muscles in his arms are highlighted by the sun along with the bright pink sunburn he's gaining. 

“Hi. My, um, my tire went out. Well I drove over glass. But I didn't even see the glass in the road because, erm, I wasn't looking. I mean of course I was looking at the road but- Sorry my tires popped and I need a phone to call someone.”  

With everything going on the last thing you thought about was how you were going to ask for help and maybe that shows. The whole thing coming out barely coherent but his nodding along makes you think he got the jist. 

“You need to call a tow truck?” He asks, his voice is nice and low. Very calming for your situation right now. 

“I think? I dont know I’ve never had a flat tire. Do you know how to fix one?”  The ideas are coming into your head and then your mouth spits them out just seconds after. It’s probably very unhelpful for him. 

This whole conversation has been had through the gate but Steve feels okay to open it. Letting you and your problems in for him to deal with. You give him a quiet thanks and make your way to the chairs that sit under an umbrella. 

“M’sorry to bother you but I heard the music and you’re already out here.” The apology is sweet but all Steve can see is your long legs that poke out of your skirt. You have a nice white top on and flats that match the skirt. 

You’re really no better thought, his tan skin and nice hair has you in a daze. One you’ll blame on the heat later when you overthink everything you're doing right now. The hair on his chest is the cherry on top, he looks very good almost like you caught him at the perfect time. 

“It’s okay, do you know if you have a spare tire?” He asks, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. The way he pushes the corner of the towel into his shorts makes them go lower, exposing more of the hair that travels downward. 

“Um, no I don't.” You say sheepishly, it comes out after a beat of silence and you pray he can't see you ogling at him. 

“Okay then you probably should call a tow truck.” He gives a light laugh. His mood is great for the fact that some girl just interrupted his chill pool day. 

And when he turns his loud music off you feel like you could hear a pin drop. It’s too silent now, and you’re unsure what to do. Maybe ask to use his phone, or ask for his number, neither of which you are feeling brave enough to do. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I should call.” Is what comes out, along with a nod to further your agreement. 

He gives you a motion that says ‘lets go’ as he walks towards the sliding glass doors that lead inside to the kitchen. The heat has basically dried him off already, only a few drops of water fall as he walks. His back is like the stars in the sky, practically hundreds of little moles fill it up. 

Once you both make it inside you stop squinting your eyes and his sunburn looks almost 10 times worse than it did outside. It makes you wonder if he can feel it or if the heat took over his whole body. 

“I can go get a phone book to see what the number is?” Steve has a feeling you wouldn't know it even if this had happened to you before. Being inside must make you feel better as you let out a sigh of relief. 

“Yes please, I’ll just wait here.” You say rocking back and forth on your feet. That gets you a smile from him and thankfully you were planted there or else you might have completely collapsed. He’s extremely pretty and he’s being very nice to you. It’s a lethal combination for a girl. 

When he comes back he’s already flipping through the pages. And then he puts it on the counter which makes you think he’s found it, you step closer to him but he doesn't move away. His finger runs along the page as he continues searching and you can smell the chlorine on him along with a hint of sunscreen. How did he burn when he had sunscreen on? 

“Ah! Okay here it is, the phones just on that wall.” He points to the wall behind you with one arm and the other stays put on the number you need. 

“Thank you.” You seem very shy to Steve, a bit of a different attitude than when you were a rambling mess asking him to fix a stranger's tire. 

Still he gives a small ‘mhm’ with another beautiful smile. This time you had the wall behind you to hold you up. 

When you pick up the phone and dial the numbers you can feel his eyes on you. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed. It makes his biceps pop out more and his hand comes up to push his hair back from his eyes. 

The call doesn't take long at all but apparently you're a good 40 minutes away from the only tow truck in this town. It won't be here for a second and if they need to take the free way that's under construction then it might be even longer. If this cute boy wasn't here you’d bang your head against the wall. 

“So, they won't be here for about an hour. But, um, thank you for your help, you’re truly my life saver.” You give him a smile that will be stuck in Steve's head for days. 

“Where are you going? They aren't here?” The way his voice is laced with confusion almost makes you laugh. 

“I mean you probably want to get back to what you were doing?” 

“I was just cleaning, nothing important. You can stay, if you want. I don't wanna force you to be here or anything” His strong start and kind finish is what finally gets a laugh out of you. 

“Okay, I’ll stay, thank you.” 

“Did you want to go back out? We can sit by the pool.” All your brain is thinking is “cute boy in pool” and because you don't want to speak to him in caveman all you do is nod. 

He slides the door open and lets you walk out first, you think you might explode when you get home. Before he walks towards the pool he grabs a towel and sits it by the edge, giving you a nice spot to sit so your legs don't burn from the ground. 

Steve gets fully in the pool though. Only his arms come out to hold himself to the wall of the pool, he’s very close to you, any closer and he’d get you wet. 

“So how did your tire go out again?” Steve remembers but he just wants to hear you talk. 

“Well, I was looking at the nice houses and I didn't realize there were beer bottles broken in the road and I drove right over them.” The pout on your lips is driving him a little crazy, your legs gently kicking back and forth are what take his eyes away from you. 

“Yeah there was a party down the street a few days ago, they never clean their mess.” His scoff is just loud enough for you to hear. 

“I never even take this way, but the exit I take was closed so I had to take the long way.” You couldn't say why you explained this all to him but you felt like you should explain why you were in a  random area. 

“Well at least I was out here, m’glad I could help.” His shoulders are getting redder by the second, it makes you want to scoop some water onto him. 

“Oh me too, it was you or probably some mean old person who definitely wouldn't have helped me.” 

Steve feels like he’s laughed 10 times within the last 5 minutes talking to you. “There are so many mean old people in this neighborhood you truly got lucky.” 

You continue to giggle with him, a nice few seconds of silence passes between you two. Just the sound of the water moving around your legs and the birds chirping. It’s not awkward like you’d think it would be, just relaxing in the moment. 

“You do know your shoulders are like completely burnt right now right?” 

“Shit, are they? I swear I put on sunblock.” He does what you've been wanting to do and splashes some water on himself, not that it will block the sun but maybe help the skin feel cooler. 

“Want me to go get it so you can reapply?” You saw it sitting near the cooler that was full of beer earlier. And really if he asked for your help you couldn't deny, he’s done so much for you after all. 

“Yeah if you don't mind.” 

Getting up is not easy in a skirt, especially when a boy is lower than you are. Steves lucky you turned just before his cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red from seeing the white underwear you sport. 

When you come back Steve steps out to reach the stairs of the pool. Both of you are ankle deep now at the top stair and he turns his back to you. His skin burns when you touch it and you're not sure how he didnt feel it coming. Steve knows, you have distracted every single one of his senses. Your perfume, your short skirt, your long legs hitting his arm in the water, and your cute giggle. Everything about you knocks him off his game. 

Once you are done applying the cream to his back he flips around and this time you give the bottle to him. Any more of your hands on him and you might not be able to get them off. He can do the front anyways. 

“You need any?” He asks, putting it on his shoulders in a sloppy way that leaves white streaks. 

“Maybe on my arms.” Your shoulders and chest are covered by your t-shirt but having burnt arms would be awful, you’re thankful he thought to ask you. 

Before even thinking your arms are stretched out to meet him. You could do it yourself but now they are already out. He doesn't protest though, complying with your silent ask with the gentlest of hands. They rub the lotion in completely, unlike his shoulders, and it feels nice. When he reaches your hands– the lotions pretty much all rubbed in– he continues holding onto it. 

You scoot back to your spot and he walks down to his. An action that would probably be easier without his hand in yours but no ones saying anything different. And when you hear a loud honk outside both of you flip your heads. You can see a big truck with a long chain attached to it. 

Steve's hand lets go of yours and it’s crazy how quickly you already miss the feeling. He gets out just as fast to dry off as you take the towel you were sitting on to dry your legs. He wraps the towel back around his waist and you put your flats back on. 

The tow truck guy, you now know to be named Dave, tells you he’s just gonna attach your car to his. A simple thing that won't take long at all, and that he could even drive you back home. The fact that your time with this cute boy was over is soul crushing, it was probably written all over your face too. Maybe he could tell. 

“So, you think I could get your number? I mean I think it’s the least you could do.” He says playfully, his hand blocking the sun from his eyes. He looks dreamy right now. 

“Oh totally, I’ll need someone to drive me around won't I?” You finish with a grin that is transferred automatically to Steve. 

He leaves you alone with Dave for a second to grab a paper towel that has his name and number written on it in chicken scratch. 

“Thank you, Steve.”

“No problem, would you call me to let me know you made it home safely?” Of course he wants to know you made it home safe, but maybe he also just wants to talk to you even longer. 

You nod a ‘yes’ to him and Dave’s voice booms from his truck asking if you’re ready. Knowing he doesn't have all day to wait around you hop in the car and put your seatbelt on. Steve only smiles as he makes a phone with his hand to remind you to call him, as if you could even forget. 

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hopefully this isn’t too vague but for a request i’d love some fluff! potentially steve and henderson!reader like dustin’s older sister and what that would all entail, like steve being a part of the family :,)

the secret

wc: 2.1k

summary: After keeping your relationship with Steve a secret from Dustin, he just so happens to find out in the worst way.

cw: Henderson!reader, older sister/ younger brother, slight fight, nothin rlly!

a/n: thank you sm for the request i really appreciate it!!! i hope you enjoy!!! <33

As of right now you and Steve are keeping your relationship a secret.  

At least from Dustin. You both don’t know how he’ll react and personally you’d hate for this to be something that doesn’t work out and you ended up getting him mad for no reason. Not that you and Steve are breaking up anytime soon, he’s actually been great. He calls you every night and on dates he gets you flowers. He’s perfect and you’re extremely happy.   

Steve saw you for the first time when he went to pick Dustin up. He sat in his red car with furrowed brows because the kid was late. Like 20 minutes late. Doing what? Steve still doesn’t know to this day but he’s thankful something kept him up. It’s what brought you to his car.   

You had a pretty summer dress on and if Steve were a gentleman his eyes would have found your face before your dress but that’s just how it happened. You also didn’t have shoes on, underestimating just how hot the summer concrete would be, or maybe, probably, not expecting to tell Dustin’s significantly older friend that he can’t go anywhere today. Steve can see your height get higher as you stand on your tippy toes trying to avoid the heat on your bare feet.

It’s how you got into his car, after he offered you to sit in it of course. Letting your feet have a break. It also lets him keep you for a little longer. You had told him all that he really needed to know and yet here you are in his passenger seat with the door open. You’re letting out cold air but Steve would never tell you to do anything about it.   

After that day Steve picked Dustin up more and suddenly he began walking up to the front door. No longer waiting the whole time in his car for Dustin to fix his timing issues. Instead he sits with you in the living room and talks. When Dustin was ready he’d give you a goodbye and Steve would send a smile and wave. It was easy to fall in love with Steve Harrington.   

With all of this being said Dustin knows you’re dating somebody, just not Steve. In typical Dustin fashion he couldn’t care less about it, it’s not affecting him in any way other than you’re gone more. He’s too busy in his own life to notice anything about yours. And you two have been careful so far. Like when he drops you off a few houses down so Dustin doesn’t see his car, or when he sneaks into your room through your window– But that one even your mom doesn’t know about.   

It was working well so far. Would you like to tell your brother you’re dating someone he sincerely looks up to? Well when it’s put that way no. But you would like to stop being secretive. You and Dustin are pretty close, you never keep something this big from him. It’s what eats you up at night when Dustin asks when he’s gonna meet this special guy you talk about.  

But you know it’s best that he doesn’t know quite yet. To know your sister and best friend are getting together behind your back is understandably devastating. Even though it’s 100% serious Dustin doesn’t think Steve is serious about anything and you’re his sister who is lame and boring. It just simply doesn’t work. 

Steve is coming over again tonight, you had spent a few days last week at his place so now it’s his turn to go to yours. A nice back and forth to make things even. Although being at Steve’s is better than being at your place, no hiding, no parents, just you and him in a house all alone.   

However it is nice to be in your bed with your clothes. Not needing to pack a bag of things that you need. Steve packs light anyways, boys are so lucky for that. And he always tells you how much he loves your room, stating that it feels like you are unlike his room. Something that his parents threw together and he just put his personal belongings into. You have posters and pictures of friends all around, your music collection is stacked, and downstairs is a family that’s close and happy. Something Steve doesn’t get to see at his own home.   

When you hear a knock on your window it makes you jump slightly. Your nose stuck in a book you rented from the library when you and Steve went a few days ago. You’re quick to hop off your bed to open it for him. He always tells you to keep it locked even when you know he’s coming.  

 “Hey angel.” He preens once both of his feet are planted on your bedroom floor.   

“Hi handsome. Have you eaten?” You ask putting your arms around his neck giving him a hello kiss. It’s quick despite his arms trying to pull you closer into him and he answers with a nod. Your mom made one of his favorites but he can always take some home when he leaves.  

Your mom is maybe even a bigger fan of Steve than you are. When he has dinners with all three of you– just as a hang out with Dustin of course– she always asks him questions and makes jokes. He gives into her, laughing at anything and everything she says. It’s very sweet, completely unnecessary, but still he does it. Your mom can like anyone so Steve doesn’t need to try so hard and yet he does.   

Dustin will complain if Steve gets seconds and you’ll kick his leg under the table. Not only is he being a brat but that’s your boyfriend who deserves seconds. He gives you a death glare in return that means absolutely nothing to you at this point, seeing it for many many years.  

Steve even sometimes scolds him and you think you like him the most then. All defensive of you and then he puts his hand on your thigh under the table. The flush that comes to your cheeks is missed by your brother but not by the boy sitting next to you.   

His hands squeezing your hips pulls you out of the memory. You can see his eyes traveling around your room, looking for anything new that he might not have seen the last time he was there. When they land on your bed he immediately speaks up.   

“How's the book going?” He nods his head towards the direction of the book on your bed. Steve remembers how happy you were to find it in your local library, it is a fairly new release for Hawkins to have.   

“It’s really good so far, I barely had time to read it cause Dusitn was bothering me all day.” You huff as you sit back down on your bed, Steve follows suit. The way your hands immediately intertwine could almost make it seem like there's a magnet holding them together. Always coming together when close. 

The timing in which Dustin knocks on your door after you mention him is scary. So scary you fear he might have heard what you said about him. But what's worse is Steve is right next to you. Both of your heads turn to look at each other with wide eyes. 

“What?” Your tone is not harsh but it does exactly say ‘come on in!’ 

“I need to talk to you.” 

Dustin never really comes to you about stuff unless it's to complain about your mom. But she’s asleep now so this must be something serious. You get up from your spot on your bed and make a ‘shoo’ motion to Steve. He quickly fumbles his way into your closet, it’s bigger than Dustins which is why you picked this room. Still it doesn’t leave Steve a ton of moving area for him to stand comfortably. Your hanging clothes force him to be pushed against the door. 

When you open your door Dustin is standing in front of you with a frown. Your arm stretches out to let him know he can enter and he sits on the chair by your vanity, the one that's right next to your closet. 

“So, what's up?” You are leaning against the end of your bed, hoping this goes quick so Steve can get out of the stuffy closet. 

“I think Steve is done with me.” The way he lets his head fall into his hands with a sigh tells you he's really been thinking about this. 

“What do you mean ‘done with you’? He’s here all the time.” 

“No, he’s only here for dinners after mom begs him or to pick me up and drop me off. We never hang out.” You could scold him for spinning around in your expensive chair but you decide against it. 

“Well Dustin he is older he’s probably got stuff to do y’know? I doubt it has anything to do with you.” You give him a small shrug of your shoulders, hoping this clears his head for the time being. 

“I think he’s dating someone.” Dustin rolls his eyes, you're glad Steve can't see it. “He’s all happy and it’s weird.” 

“Oh really?” It’s taking everything in you not to grin, trying to come off like you couldn't care less. 

“Yeah, maybe it’s her that's ruining him.” He ponders. This conversation isn't really going in the direction you were hoping for. 

When a loud sneeze booms from your closet Dustin is quick to jump off your chair and run towards you. Could this get any worse?

“Who is in your closet?” The lack of response you had to the sneeze gave you away. His head shoots from you to the door. 

When it opens slowly and Steve's face pops out with a wince you can't help but throw your head back with a groan. He fully steps out and when you look back at him you can see a slight sheen on his face, it probably wasn't the coolest being trapped in there. 

“I’m so sorry Dusty I really didn’t mean for you to find out like this and I-” The nickname slips in hopes of saving this situation. 

“Are you sleeping up with my sister?” Dustin shouts at Steve. 

“What? No! I’m not sleeping, well I sleep with her sometimes but-” 

An ‘oh my god Steve’ comes out muffled as your hands cover your eyes but it doesn't stop the horrible situation playing out in front of you. 

“How long has this been going on?” Dustin's poor little face is red, maybe from shock or anger but it breaks your heart all the same. 

“We’ve been dating for 4 months.” You say. 

“Dating? 4 months?!” His voice breaks mid screech. 

“I swear we were going to tell you but there was never a right time, and we knew you’d be upset. It just happened since he was here so often and, I dunno I just- he’s really great Dustin I promise.” It comes out all scrambled but Steve's smile from your words shows enough. 

“It isn't a fling Dustin, this is serious.” Steve speaks up. You quickly nod in response hoping it comes out as sincere as it feels. 

“So I was right, you are dating someone. It’s just, you’re my sister.” You can see the wheels turning in his head trying to understand how he feels about the situation. 

“Yeah, and m’not ‘done with you’ man.” Steve says, quoting Dustin's earlier words. “And now that you know about us, you’ll probably get sick of me being around.” He jokes trying to save this conversation. 

Steve walks over to you, again his hand magnetizing to yours. It’s a visual that concretes everything that has been said, proof that this isn't some prank or a dream. 

“Please forgive us for hiding this from you.” Dustin finally looks at you and his lack of words scare you. 

A few years ago you accidentally broke his lego set he spent 3 weeks building and he didn't talk to you for 10 days straight. Now he’s got a serious reason to not talk to you for a whole year. 

“Fine, I’ll forgive you but for the next two weeks you have to do my laundry. And you’ll drive me around whenever I need to go.” He points to you then Steve. 

It takes everything out of you to not automatically roll your eyes but you nod in agreement. “Okay, deal. Are we good?” 

“Yup, we're good.” Dustin smiles as he makes his way to leave. But not before, “Leave this door open.”  

Now you feel safe to roll your eyes at his annoying dramatics. Right as he turns his back from you he can hear the shut of your door. You may have been stressed about this but not enough to have your older sister's antics fly away. 

All Dustin can think now is maybe he should have acted more upset… 

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im finally home guys i am getting started on requests as we speak give me a day or two and ill have something posted !!

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pink ౨ৎ

wc: 2.1k

summary: Steve finds himself at a new cafe, it's where he meets you. The personification of the color pink tied together with bows and lace.

cw: none!! cutie cute meet up moment!

After everything that happened with Venca Steve was focused on himself. Needing a moment of recovery, not just in a physical capacity, but mentally and emotionally. The feeling of being broken with no way to be fixed almost consumed him. 

You’d think that the repetition of fighting monsters and bandaging himself back up would have him feeling back to normal in no time. But the scars aren't fading as easily this time around, everything is taking longer to feel like they once did. 

He was stuck in a house all alone and when he closed his eyes, even to blink, he saw what tore at his flesh in the upside down. How the vines of Vecna had the tightest grip on him or the bats that choked him so hard the bruises are still there like it happened just yesterday. 

With all this weighing on him, the last thing Steve even thought about was dating. No part of him missed the stress of asking a girl out and changing himself around to fit her needs. If anything the monsters he fought just reminded him that tomorrow isn't promised and to do whatever you can. 

He tried to look at things that way, a glass half full mindset. It felt fake and silly in the beginning but the harder he pushed the more he believed it. Why spend days working around people when nothing is guaranteed? Living a life that is nothing but meaningless sex was no way he wanted to live. Just wanting to do the things that made him happy or feel better. 

It’s what brought him to this cafe a few minutes outside of his hometown. A place he normally would be too lazy or mindless to drive to but now he felt like he had to get out. The extra 20 minute drive would be healing to the part of him that still felt scared the goblin and ghouls could come back at any second. 

When he walked in he was instantly hit with the best smell, coffee mixed with the sweetness from pastries. It was a cute little cafe that Nancy had told him about, long ago when he still called her his girlfriend. The walls were lined with a cute plaid wallpaper, similar to Steves but better is every way. The line wasn't even long, he came at the perfect time almost like he was supposed to be there. 

In front of him was a girl who was fitted in head to toe pink, Steve liked the color blue but he’d never wear so much of it. 

The light pink dress you wore matched the ballet flats on your feet. Along with the bag you had over your shoulder and nails on your long fingers. The ribbon that you tied into a bow laid perfectly in your hair. As Steve observed you more he began to like the amount of pink you wore. The frills and lace gave a delicate look about you. One Steve found himself wanting to see more of. 

It wasn't an obnoxious color, the perfect amount of white added to the bubblegum color making it manageable. It was balanced and angelic all at once. A little bit of silver jewelry broke up your look, amongst some black and white here and there on your bag and dress. 

While he was taking everything about you in, you were finishing up your order. It took no longer than a minute that he got to look at you, sizing you up in a mindful manner but still enough that the sound of your laugh bounced around in his brain. A sound he would be thinking about long after he left this cafe. 

And even more so as you walked towards the left to wait for your drink. This is when Steve got to look at the front of you. Now he can see the small earrings that dangle from your ears, with the soft pink on your cheeks and lips. It was a different shade from your outfit but working with your all together look. Now that he got a taste of the sweetness of you he felt as though he just couldn't let go. That by walking away from you he would be creating an injustice. 

To Steve you were stunning. By just standing there waiting for whatever it was that you ordered, he thought you were illuminating the cafe. The second you left it would become bland and any time beyond that would be incomparable from the time your floral perfume haunted that space in front of him. 

The guy taking his order let out a sound, seemingly clearing his throat but it was enough to knock Steve out of his gaze– one he probably shouldn't have let linger for as long as it did anyways. 

Steve's order was straightforward and easy. If he wasn't so enthralled by you he would have asked for a fun and fancy cappuccino. But you were leaving soon it seemed, which gave him a time limit. 

And the second he finished paying he stood next to you. Nowhere close enough to make you move away though, a healthy distance. After all Steve was rebuilding, in a stage of coming back into one's shell. A safe and consistent space that doesn't involve life or death scenarios that makes him lose his friends. 

He still has that part of him that hates being the first to talk and start a conversation that has a high chance of going nowhere. It was a skill he was losing as the days went on, not as effortlessly charming as he used to be. Nowadays it takes some convincing, a little voice in his head telling him that it would be a nice thing to talk to other people who aren't involved with the trauma of the upside down. Again, looking at things from that glass half full. 

But if you looked over to your right a little bit you’d see him. Steve thinks about what you would do if the two of you made eye contact. You could give him a smile if it looked like he was deserving of one, which he hopes he does, or maybe you’d look right past him. Not thinking that anything special would come out of even meeting his eyes. 

He noticed the way you looked around the cafe, possibly trying to scout out a free table, but the frown on your face tells him every table is full. A name being called tore you from your search as you walked up to the counter grabbing your drink. The plus is Steve now knows your name, the loud shout of the barista was clear in his ear. The downside is you now have your drink, leaving you with no need to stand in this cafe for a second longer. 

Luckily Steve's name was called a second later than yours. As you went to get sugar and a straw he was grabbing his black coffee. Who comes to a fancy cafe to get a black coffee Steve doesn't know, it’s why he walks over to the same area you’re in to get some creamer. 

A small ‘sorry’ comes out of you when you feel Steve's presence behind you, patiently waiting for you to get out of the way.  It’s said with a smile. You smiled at him, you didn't ignore him or walk away. In return he gives you a calm ‘it’s no problem’ with possibly an even bigger smile than yours, somewhat defeating his placid words. 

You walk away after that, he sees you open the large glass door and leave to whatever it is that filled the rest of your day. 

–

The next time Steve comes back to the cafe is just a few days later. Wanting to revisit to get what he originally went for the first time, a nice cup of coffee. And thankfully this time there were no girls to sidetrack him, not that you haven't been absolutely plaguing his mind. He even had a dream about you. Perhaps he’s being weird about all of this and it was just happening because he hasn't dated in a while but the feelings he had when looking at you was something he’s never felt before. You were beautiful and the only girls Steve sees are his exes and a girl he tried to flirt with so badly that she came out to him. A track record that didn't really make him feel too hopeful about anything, but that was before he saw you. 

It’s not as busy today as it was when he was here the other day. It was a Saturday when he went so that explain things. The weekdays only allow certain people here, ones who have nothing better to do with their time than sit in a shop to eat and drink. He found a small table with ease, it was one close to the window that was half of the wall allowing people to look outward and inward. Anyone outside could see Steve sitting there with a coffee that had foam on the top in the design of a flower. Or when he took a sip the foam stayed dormant on the top of his lip. So light and airy he didn't even feel it. 

And when the door opened he didnt hear it because he was under a speaker that was playing jazz music. He could actually get behind the playlist in this place, it wasn't blaring and loud but soothing with a hint of energy. That's all to say it isn't giving him a headache yet. 

But the sound of your voice was just loud enough to cover up the saxophone that was being played. His head turned before he could think about how crazy he looked. 

There you were, still in that light pink. This time a little more casual with a tank top that had lace and a bow on the hem of it, pairing with black sweats and light pink tennis shoes. Your hair was braided with a bow at the end of it. This time anyone who sees you would think you got pink shoes and just wore pink to get use out of them. But not Steve, he knew you were the girl who wore the color like it was a neutral. And if he was being honest it was becoming one for him as well. It was so light in hue that it felt natural and could be worn daily. A thing no one even thinks about. 

Steve wasn't quick enough to turn his head, and you caught him looking at you when you began walking to the left of the shop, waiting for your drink at the counter. His cheeks flushed to your favorite color and it suited him just as perfectly as it did you. If there was a way to get that exact cheek flush color in clothes you’d have a wardrobe full of it. You didn't think you could possibly love the color anymore than you already did. 

If someone was watching you they would see that for just a few seconds you and Steve are entranced with each other. Both of you looking at one another a few seconds too long. You’re the one who breaks it, giving him a small wave– with your infectious smile of course. 

To say Steve was beginning to be infatuated with you was not even the start of it. It’s probably what moved his hand up and motioned a ‘come here’ wave. Because Steve would swear up and down that he didn't know he was doing that. For some reason you listen to him, the stranger you've only seen once and now fully walking towards. 

Not only did you walk up to him, you sat down across from him. Fully inviting yourself to his table. Steve didn't care about that of course, if you asked to sit on his lap he'd agree maybe even thanking you. 

Your hand shot out to shake him as you introduced yourself, as if Steve had not known your name already. He could laugh at how you think he hasn't noticed a single thing about you, but in reality he's already thought about the way you’d look in his bed or in the passenger seat of his car. 

For the first time Steve didn't have to be the first to talk to a girl, or even introduce himself. You took the reins in a daring and satisfying way. He’d never complain about it, if anything he would wish every girl would do that. Although he has a feeling there will be no other girls after you. 

He didn't even need to fake the things he liked to meet you halfway, trying to find things that pair you two together. The way the conversation bounced from one topic to another felt as easy as breathing. You found yourself not needing to add blush, seeing that Steve’s compliments did it for you. The perfect pink color coming to your face. 

Steve fell in love with the color pink right then and there. 

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I had a dream last night that someone sent 99+ requests and I was like oh my god!! maybe one day my dreams will come true! 😂😂💖😊

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Oki sooooo I have an idea… I want like imagine having a sleepover with everyone… it’s chaotic, loud, people sleeping on the floor (only robin, reader, and Steve get the queen bed) so in this it would be like Steve and reader are together and robin is readers bestest friend(they definitely cuddle) maybe a movie or board game stuff to keep everyone busy idk just I feel it would be so fun and chaotic to get all of the gangs back together in one cramped room THANK YOU YOURE THE BEST!!!

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group sleepover

wc: 3k

cw: fem! r, robin and r are bffs <3, flufffff, Steve is whipped for r, Steves house isn't canon w the show cuz that layout is atrocious!!!!

a/n: thank you so much for your request!!!! sorry it took me a second to get out, i hope you enjoy! <3 :D

Having a sleepover with the whole gang could be considered one of Steve's worst ideas. It’s the last weekend before summer ends, meaning soon the kids will be in school. Once they are busy and Steve starts working full time nights like these will be few and far between. Which is the only reason he agreed to this big sleepover. 

 Four bowls of chips sounds excessive, shit it even looks excessive. But when 6 growing teens are coming over you gotta do what you gotta do. Robin is even coming over, Steve knows he is gonna be the third wheel between the two of you but at least you’ll sit near him. Sometimes running your hands through his golden hair, highlighted from the sun. 

There are three games on the coffee table; clue, sorry, and a card game. One Dustin brought over the last time he was here. Steve blew up an air mattress that should hopefully fit three kids, two can sleep on his large couch and one will have to suck it up and take the floor. Robin, you, and Steve will sleep in his room. 

It’s hopefully a fool proof plan, everyone has a spot, there's food and games, nothing should leave anyone bored. The kids will probably swim while the three of you watch a new horror movie that came out. Working with Robin at Family Video has its perks. 

Speaking of, Robin is the first to arrive. You greet her with a big hug and the two of you go into the kitchen to set up more snacks. He can hear you laughing so clearly from the living room, where the air mattress is still being inflated. 

“Buckly!” Steve yells over the loud air machine. 

“What!” She yells back, you’d think she would go towards him to see what he needs but nope, not Robin. 

It immediately makes Steve roll his eyes and step over the mattress. When he enters the kitchen he can see you sitting in a chair getting your hair braided. You didn't necessarily get all dolled up for the sleepover but Steve still thinks you look gorgeous right now. With a wide smile and knees pressed to your chest he wants more than anything to give you a million kisses. But Robin of course is quick to ruin the mood. 

“Why are you staring at her you perv.” You can't really move your head to see him because of the braiding but you can hear his sigh. 

“What types of drinks should we put out?” He’s mainly asking you since you know what's in his fridge but for some reason your voice isn't what he hears. 

“I want dr pepper.” Robin states. 

“I second that.” You finish.

It’s enough of an answer for him and he takes the big gallon bottle out. It’s perfect timing since the doorbell rings. 

When he opens the door it’s Max, El, Lucas, and Mike. He can see the back of Hopper's car, he must have picked some up and dropped them all off. How lucky of him to not have to deal with six kids. Still Steve widens the door so they can all come in, they only stop in the living room to drop off their overnight bags then immediately head towards the kitchen. 

“Hey guys.” Robin says finishing your braid. They all give hi’s back. 

“Whatever you guys do, do not touch the air mattress yet. It’s not done filling with air. Capeesh?” Steve says only a few steps behind them. 

They all give a lazy nod and head back into the living room to look at the games. Finally Steve has a moment alone with you. No Robin or kids taking up all of your attention. 

“Y’lookin real pretty honey.” He compliments. 

“Thank you. So do you.” You give a kiss and Steve practically melts into you. He’s nice and tan from all your pool days and it's doing a lot for you right now. 

Your fingers massaging the back of his shoulders feel so good he lets out a low groan. But he gets probably 30 seconds of calm before he hears a loud shout from Robin. 

“Guys Steve said don't-” 

A loud rip is the only sound that can be heard. 

His hands leave you milliseconds after to see what happened. Will and Dustin are on the air mattress as it quickly deflates. A loud rush of air comes out of the side of it. 

“What did I just say, like, not even two minutes ago?” His voice is loud to compensate for the leaking air. It looks like they jumped onto it which pushed air out of the hole that the machine was connected to, causing the hole to rip even wider from the weight. 

“I wasn't here two minutes ago!” Dustin yells. 

By the end of his sentence the air has completely left the mattress leaving them flat on the floor. 

“Well I guess most of you are sleeping on the floor.” Steve rubs his temples as he pops his hip out, doing what you call his ‘mom pose’. The kids let out a collective groan at the information. 

“I thought you were rich, don't you have like 7 rooms in this place?” Dustin asks. 

All Steve does is turn to you with an annoyed look on his face. It makes you smile because he’s such a parent at heart. You hear a small ‘idiots’ come out of him as he makes his way back to the kitchen, to get a beer no doubt. 

“Did you guys want to swim still? Steve set everything up with the heater and lights.” It needs to be heated as fall is approaching, no longer warm from summer. In reality you need a minute or more of silence. Already a little overwhelmed with the fact that they all just got here and some things are already going wrong. 

They go outside and Robin takes the movie out of her bag to put it in. You grab Steve from the kitchen and the three of you sit on the couch. Your head is on Robin's shoulder as your feet rest on Steve's lap. He’s being so kind and massaging your calves. When things jump out it’s Robin that you grab onto and Steve starts to wonder how he’s not the one you’re leaning on. He doesn't even know if it’s him you'll be sleeping with tonight.

Robin talks during the scary parts to self sooth and you fell asleep from the massage but overall the movie is a hit. The kids only bothered you guys twice to get towels and drinks but nothing that took you away from the film for long. It’s a nice break overall and just in time because the kids are over the pool already. 

Steve has to lock them outside so they don't walk inside wet and it lands him a few shouts and banging on the slider door. But it works because they dry off enough to put their pjs on. 

The two of you sit on the couch again as you wait for everyone to change into night clothes. 

“What would you rate the movie?” He’s being a smartass because he knows you fell asleep during it.

“Well what a great question! I’d give it a 4.3 stars.” You answer back sarcastically. 

“To be honest I think if you fall asleep during a horror movie that must mean it’s a 1 star.” 

“Did you enjoy it?” You can't confirm it deserves a 1 star because you were too busy watching the back of your eyelids. 

“I mean I’m glad I didn't buy it, but I am glad I got to watch it.” So basically it was like a 2, maybe 3 star. Steve is generous and easy going which means his rating needs to be altered. 

The sound of people coming downstairs ends your conversation there. Still you don't move from your spot of laying against his chest. 

“God you guys, get a room!” Mike shouts as he sees you clearly from the top of the stairs. 

If anything his comment cements you to your warm boyfriend. You even give him a long kiss on his lips to upset them even more. 

“Okay game time?” Robin asks, coming out of the kitchen with a donut in hand. 

“Um, where did you find that?” One of the kids ask

“I got it from the back of the pantry.” She responds with her mouth full. 

You and Steve tried to hide it but obviously you have little miss snoop here that can't keep her hands to herself. It’s not long before Max brings the box out for everyone to have. 

Once donuts are done being eaten you all circle around for a board game, because there's too many of you there have to be teams. It’s Max and Lucus, Mike and El, Will and Dustin, and you with Robin. Steve sat out for the game, but really he’ll help you by cheating off the others. And when you win the faux look you give could get you an oscar. The look of shock and surprise takes over your features. No one cheers for you but Steve and Robin, too busy being sore losers. 

“I think we have a cheater on our hands.” Will states as the others nod in agreement. 

“I agree, I think there's no way she won that all alone.” Mike adds. 

This gives them a real scoff. “I can win alone, especially when my opponents are 10 years olds.” 

“I'm 15.” 

“Really? Cause you dont act like it and you for sure didn't play like it.” You fold your arms and it makes your boobs look amazing in your tank top, Steve has to pull his eyes away. 

They all just give you little huffs and rolled eyes. Not taking it as any real fight. However, between the swimming and board game they've been over for around 5 hours. The pool took all their physical energy as the board game took all their mental energy. Leaving you with a bunch of sleepy kids who had to still fight over who got the couch and who got the floor. 

All of you were still sat on the floor besides Steve and Robin. You were between Steve's legs as he re braids your hair. 

“I think the girls deserve the couch.” Max's fights. 

“Funny I think you're wrong.” 

“Okay then who do you think deserves the couch?” You can tell by her sigh she isn't in the mood to fight about it, which might cause an even bigger fight. 

“Easy, me and Will.” Dustin speaks out. This earns a small laugh from Steve as he shakes his head.

“Why would the two people who broke the bed get to sleep on the couch?” Mike’s voice is sharp and leaves Dustin scratching his neck with no response. 

Steve squeezes your shoulders to let you know he's done with your hair. You lean your head back and it hits the edge of the couch with pouty lips, signalling to Steve you want a kiss. He gives you one and for the first time the kids don't make any comments. Only too busy with the sleeping situation to tell you how gross you two are. 

Now that you no longer have a reason to be on the floor you get up. Steve lets you use his legs to push yourself up with his hands going to your hips as your legs go out. The fuzzy feeling in your bones lets you know that you've been sitting on them for far too long, going to sleep. 

When he gives your butt a small slap Robin is the one to call you guys out. Kissing is one thing, ass slapping is another. 

Since she's still sitting on the couch you walk around it to get behind her, your arms lightly wrap around her shoulders and her head falls against yours. 

“Are you ready to go to bed?” It comes out all mumbled but she still understands you. 

“I’m ready for some peace and quiet, is that the same thing?” She whispers just enough that the kids can't hear, not that they would, they're still arguing, but enough that Steve hears her from the other end of the couch and lets out a laugh. 

“I’ll go get some blankets for them.” He gets up from the couch with a loud groan. His arms stretch up to the sky to stretch and it shows a little bit of his tummy. The happy trail that leads to below his pants and a belly that's full of food from your early dinner. He’s truly perfect. You have the most perfect boyfriend. 

“I can get pillows from your parents room?” You know Steve's house inside and out which is a small thing but it makes Steve all ooey gooey. It’s basically your house as well just from how many nights you stay over, he’s not even sure why you're asking him.

“Good idea, Robin, are you gonna do anything to help or just sit there?” 

She makes a ‘hmm’ noise and Steve rolls his eyes for the 50th time tonight. He needs to be careful or they’ll get stuck!

“Nah I think I’ll just wait for you two to get everything out.” Her long legs stretch out on the couch, taking the spot where Steve was just sitting. 

You just shrug, never mad at Robin for anything the way he is. It only takes you guys a few minutes to get all the extra stuff for the kids, really no chore at all. By the time you both get back the kids are no longer yelling at each other and Robin is gone from her spot. 

“So who's getting the couch?” You ask. 

“Me and El.” Max smiles at you. Her pretty smile makes you smile. The boys will always put up a fight but when it comes down to it Mike and Lucas will do whatever their girlfriends ask and Will just follows suit. Dustin is high strung but only for so long. 

“Here's blankets, I'll let you fight over those too. The boys get pillows since they are on the ground.” Steve says throwing a bunch of different blankets on top of the girls. 

Unlike him you hand the pillows to each person. They all take it with a ‘thanks’, something Steve didn't get due to his different method. El and Max give you hugs goodnight as your boyfriend waits by the stairs for you. 

“You’ll see them in the morning cmon.” He says, throwing his head back. Is asking for an hour alone with your girlfriend really too much to ask? 

You know you’re spending too much time with him when you copy his eye roll. A sass that has transferred to you within record time. You guess that's what happens when you spend two weeks straight with him. 

Still you let go of them and make your way up the stairs. Steve's hand is holding yours, it forces him to slow down going up. Your tired body is not going as quickly as him. He doesn't know how you're more tired than he is even after your hour nap during the film. 

When he opens the door to his room Robin is already in bed. Thankfully he has a queen bed so really no part of him will have to deal with Robin tonight. Her body is pressed against the wall, a slight snore comes out of her. You will have to sleep in the middle but this isn't your first sleepover with these two. Normally it’s Robin pressed against the wall because she's such a deep sleeper, then it’s you, and then Steve who almost falls out of the bed. 

He complains every morning about it but he’s never fallen so nothing changes tonight. Because you didn't get fully ready for this sleepover all you had to do was brush your teeth. If Steve was in a good mood maybe you'd ask if he could do it for you. But he’s gonna be on the edge of the bed with barely any covers so you do it yourself. 

Not without laying your back to his chest, making him support all your weight as you brush your teeth with your eyes closed. Steve’s arm is tight around your tummy to keep you up. His fingers tap against your side to keep you awake, a barely there hum comes out of him to have a beat to follow. 

When both of you are done, he lifts the covers so you can slide into his big bed. He follows suit and your head is on his chest in seconds. Steve sets a challenge with himself in his head that you’ll be asleep in 3 minutes. He’ll have to keep an eye on the clock, that is if he himself doesn’t fall asleep. Your hands find his in the dark and a leg tangles with his. 

When he wakes up however, you're no longer stuck in his grasp like you were going to bed. This time you and Robin are spooning, you being the little spoon. Both of you are dead asleep, completely comfortable in your position. 

Steve can hear little voices downstairs and he sighs knowing he has to make breakfast for 6 kids. Maybe having 6 little Harringtons isn't in his future. It’s not sounding too great to him at 8am as it did at 8pm. He’s able to get ready, cook, and eat with the kids whilst you both sleep. At 10am he wakes you up with a few small kisses on your forehead and a flick to Robins. It gets you both up the same which was his plan. 

He can hear a yell from one of the kids, then another screaming out his name. The carpet in his room is starting to hurt his knees from kneeling down to be face level with you as you wake up. Steves is just about ready for this sleepover to be done with.