#Steve is a doooork

[ao3snowbutterfly]

16 with Stoncy for the drabbles? 🤗

16- "It could be worse." with Stoncy!

This is a little longer than a drabble tbh. Whoops.

Rating-G

Warnings: Implied sexual contact.

That's all I think. This is mostly tooth-rotting fluff.

Feel free to keep sending me prompts.

“To be fair,” Jonathan says slowly, “It could be worse.”

Steve, who is lying face down on the carpeted floor, just groans. Nancy is crouched next to him, running her hand up and down his back.

“Yeah, we can fix this.” Nancy says, glancing around the Harrington living room.

The best word for the room at this moment is destroyed. The entire brat pack was over and threw a party to celebrate Eleven’s upcoming first day of school the night before. Steve had made the unwise decision to host said party. He also made the equally stupid decision to essentially let the kids supervise themselves.

Well... he didn’t decide that. It was more like he was... distracted. He hasn’t been able to have any time with both his boyfriend and girlfriend at the same time in almost a week, so he had to take what opportunities he could get. The three of them spent almost all of last night together in Steve’s room doing many things rated from G to M. He’s only human.

The magic of having the loves of his life with him was shattered when he discovered the living room the following morning. Several glass items were broken, there were punch stains on the carpet and wall, and even the furniture was scattered across the room. That’s not mentioning all the little items that are tossed around the room. He promptly laid on the floor, contemplating many choices he’s made in his life.

“How?” Steve says, into the carpet. He lifts his head slightly. “My parents will be back later today, and this place is a mess!” He presses his face into the carpet.

“Most of the stuff we can just put back in place, and we could at least make the stains better.” Jonathan says simply.

“Yeah, there’s nothing that really needs replaced and we can just start now.” Nancy adds, patting Steve’s back.

“However, it would be easier and faster if we had three pairs of hands and not two and a lump on the floor.” Jonathan says as he nudges Steve with his foot. The smile is apparent in his voice.

Steve sighs dramatically and rolls onto his back. He puts his arms up and waits.

“You’re ridiculous...” Nancy shakes her head with a grin. She stands and grabs one hand while Jonathan grabs the other. Together they pull him up to his feet.

“Thank you, my heroes.” Steve says, giving each of them a quick peck on the lips before trying to find where the heck his cleaning stuff is.

The next few hours go by much quicker than any of them expected it to. They put on one of Jonathan’s mixtapes and essentially dance around each other while cleaning. There are a few moments where there is just dancing and no cleaning, but no one’s complaining.

Eventually, they end up sitting on the couch together with Nancy and Jonathan sitting shoulder to shoulder and Steve laying his upper body across their laps. They all smell somewhat of sweat, dust, and lemon cleaner, but they don’t care.

“I would still like to know how punch managed to get on the ceiling.” Jonathan says idly. He plays with a few strands of Steve’s hair with one hand and has his other arm over Nancy’s shoulder.

“Those boys are a different species. That’s all I know.” Nancy shrugs, leaning into Jonathan.

“Ain’t that the truth...” Steve mumbles. He closes his eyes for a moment before looking up at the other two.

“Hey, thanks for helping me. You didn’t have to.” Steve says softly.

“Of course.” Nancy smiles softly at him, resting her hand on his belly.

“You can always count on us.” Jonathan adds. Steve turns in their laps so his face and stomach are pressed into their middles.

“I would just die without you two. You know that right?” Steve’s voice is slightly muffled, and he can feel the movement of their middles as they chuckle.

“We love you too, Steve.” Nancy says.