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You Gotta Let It Out Soon
slight tw: verbal abuse and attempted assault. Overall, it's just Steve's dad being a terrible father.
Please be kind to yourself if you choose to read this.
Title from "Daddy Issues" by the Neighborhood (Seemed fitting)
Steve was late.
Dustin is going to give him so much shit.
He didnât mean to take a nap, honest.
He had to lay down because he felt a headache coming on, and he really didnât want to deal with it.
Were his eyes closed? Yes.
Did he feel himself nodding off? Well⌠yeah.
But thatâs not the point! He didnât mean to.
He rushes down the stairs, his keys in his mouth as he awkwardly hops on one foot getting on one shoe before doing the same with the other one. It wasnât until he looked up that he found he was being watched.
He stands up straight, taking his keys and shoving them in his pocket, keeping a tight grip on them.
âDadâŚâ
âSteven.â
âW-what are â When did-â
âFor Godâs sake Steven, stop being an idiot and finish your sentence.â His dad was already done with him.
âWhat are you doing here?â Thatâs a safe question.
âItâs my house, Steven. Why wouldnât I be here?â
Steve shrugs, âYou havenât been here for months. Havenât seen you since February, it's November now. â
His dad scoffs, rolling his eyes, âIâm a very-â
âVery busy man, yeah.â Steve finishes that same lame excuse his dad gives him every time, âYou mentioned that once or twice.â
âDonât talk back to me Steven.â His voice went stern, âYou have the nerve to act out when the house isnât even cleaned and the fridge is empty. How are you living Steve, like a goddamn barn animal?â His dad may have a point, the house could use some cleaning, and he definitely needed to go to the store, but honestly, he wasnât expecting him to be home.
âMy bad, Iâve been busy.â
âDo not make excuses Steven-â
âIâm not making excuses!â He talks over his dad, âI work 10-hour shifts and when Iâm not working, Iâm helping some of the kids I look after.â
âLike a babysitter?â The tone of his dadâs voice is condescending.
âYeah, like a babysitter, sure.â
âYouâre a grown man, Steven. You canât even take care of yourself.â
âWell, I did though, didnât I?â Steve crosses his arms, shrugging, âYou and Mom werenât around. Took good care of myself then.â
âYour Mother and I were around enough.â
Steve canât help but laugh, âSeriously? Youâre serious right now?â
âStop laughing Steven! We are your parents. We raised you to be better.â
Now that caught his attention. âYou raised me? Seriously?â
âOf course we did. We gave you a roof over your head and kept you fed-â His dad kept listing things, but Steve just heard white noise.
âYou didnât raise me.â Steve mutters, keeping his eyes down. His father stopped, clearly hearing him.
âSay that again?â He was clearly taunting Steve, and Steve fell for it.
âYou didnât raise me.â
âSteven Richard Harrington, do not talk to your father like that.â Steve cringes at his full name. Especially his middle name. A reminder heâll always be connected to his father, even without his last name.
âI did though you left when-â
âI did not âleaveâ Steven. I had work to do, and it was important.â âMore important than your son?â
âYou were old enough to take care of yourself.â
âI was NINE!â He screams, a tear falling down his cheek as he points his finger at his father, âYou left me to fend for myself when I was nine!â Â
âOh boo-hoo, grow up Steven-â
âI have!â He screams again, finally letting out all his pent-up anger, âAnd you would have noticed if you were around. But you werenât.â
He gets into his fatherâs face, âWhile you were off screwing every woman you laid eyes on and mom was drowning her sorrows at the hotel bar about her pathetic excuse of a husband, I was here. Growing up. I taught myself how to use the stove and how to buy groceries. I taught myself how to fix things around the house. I even taught myself how to drive. You did none of that.â
âI have paid for this life you are living. This house! That car! Those tutors, even though they were useless.â His dad runs a frustrated hand through his hair. It physically makes Steve ill. âGod, I raised an insolent, unappreciative son.â
âYou didnât fucking raise me!â He yells, his throat already getting raw from the explosion of emotions.
His father stopped, staring daggers at Steve.
He senses it before it happens. He sees the anger on his fatherâs face and just knows. As his fatherâs hand flies up to slap him, he catches it. His nails digging into his fatherâs wrist, his knuckles turning white. The shock on his fatherâs face makes him smile.
He leans in close, taunting him, âYou canât fucking hurt me, I have fought worse things than you, and I have always won.â
Steve knows he has to look crazy, he can see it in his dadâs eyes. Heâs scared of Steve. Good.
He shoves his fatherâs arm down to his side and walks by, heading up the stairs. Heâs done and he means it. He grabs his duffle bag and shoves a bunch of his clothes and toiletries into it. He grabs his unused backpack and takes down all the pictures everyone hung up, carefully putting them in his bag. He grabs some other miscellaneous items that mean the world to him: like the rock Eddie gave him because it was pretty, the walkie Dustin gave him so he would always know everyone was safe, the little notes Robin would write on post-it notes and slap onto his wall. He took all of it.
With his backpack on and his duffle thrown over his shoulder he grabs his keys from his pocket and goes back downstairs. He sees that his father moved to the living room, so he tries to sneak out quietly.
Of course the Gods didnât think he deserved a break.
âWhere do you think you are going, Steven.â
Steveâs shoulders drop, and he turns to his dad.
âIâm leaving.â
âIf you leave this house, Iâll-â
âYouâll what?â He challenges. âNo, seriously. What will you do?â
His dad looks him straight in the eyes, âIâll sell this house, and youâll be on the street. Your mother and I will never come back to Hawkins.â
âGood fucking riddance.â
Steve opens the door and walks out, he knows his dad is yelling at him. Probably calling him all sorts of names, but he was done.
He throws his bags into the passenger seat, gets in his Beemer and drives off. His shoulders relax as he watches the Harrington house get small in his rearview mirror.
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Steve didnât have a plan when he left. Just knew he had to leave.
He continued to drive aimlessly around Hawkins before pulling into a familiar trailer park. He parks next to the van and gets out, jumping the stairs and knocking, rather impatiently, at the door.
He hears Eddie mumbling to himself, most likely annoyed he had to get out of bed, before the door swings open.
âStevie!â Eddieâs once annoyed face instantly lit up, but slowly it fell, âWhat happened?â
âHuh?â Steve can feel the lump in his throat, and he feels the tears on his cheeks. Shit, how long had he been crying. âShit.â He furiously wipes away his tears.
Eddie ushers him inside and moves him to the couch. He envelops Steve in his arms, letting him rest his head on his chest, hearing the rhythmic beating of his heart.
âSweetheart, what happened?â Eddie coos.
Steve cries again as he explains what went down with his dad. Eddie comforts him the whole time, letting Steve take his time. When he was done, Eddie was furious.
âHe kicked you out!â He softly yells.
âTechnically no, I left.â
âBut he just allowed you! And he almost hit you!â
âBut he didnât. I just was⌠overreacting or something.â He shrugs it off, but he knows Eddie wonât.
âStevie, look at me.â Steve does what he is told and was a little shocked as Eddie gently took his face in his hands. âNo parent should ever, ever hit you or even attempt to hit you.â
Steve slowly nods, âYeah, but-â
âNo buts. Steve, you canât keep sticking up for your dad. Heâs an asshole. You know it. I know it. Most of fucking Hawkins knows it. Why do you still protect him?â
âHeâs my dad, Eds.â He says like that's an explanation. And it is, in some ways, but not the way Eddie is looking for. âWe had good times, before the bad. Before he left. And I know heâs capable of that good. He has to be.â He feels himself choking up again, âHe was a good dad.â
Eddie pulls him into his chest, letting Steve cry it out.
Steve sometimes forgets that there was good within his dad. That he actually had good memories with him. But that was before the Harrington business picked up.
His dad would take him to play catch in the yard. And shoot hoops with him. As a family they would go on drives and on picnics. Theyâd watch movies and listen to music and dance around. When Steve had a nightmare his dad would come in and read him stories as he fell asleep. They would get up early and make breakfast for his mom in bed on Motherâs Day, softly laughing as they brought up waffles and coffee for her. There was a time his dad would go to his little league games and cheer him on as loud as possible.
But then his business picked up, and it was like all those good times disappeared.
âStevie, Iâm sorry. I know heâs your dad-â
âYouâre right though,â He croaks, âHeâs a terrible father now. Heâs a completely different man now than he was then. Itâs- itâs just⌠hard to let go.â
Eddie nods, running his fingers through Steveâs hair. âI know, baby. I know.â
They stay on the couch, Eddie comforting him until Wayne gets home. Eddie briefly explains what happened with Steveâs dad.
âYou stay here as long as you need to, boy. You got that? This is your home now. And you're safe here.â
Steve nods, another round of tears falling down his face as Wayne hugs him tightly.
Steve slowly puts his stuff around the trailer, not too much though. Just hangs his clothes with Eddieâs and puts his toothbrush in the holder.
He finally feels like heâs in a home.
And when he and Eddie drive past the Harrington house and see a âFor Saleâ sign in front, it feels like weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
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The Proposal - Part 6
Summary: When Steve Harrington is threatened with deportation, he blackmails his long suffering assistant, Eddie Munson, into marrying him. Steddie! The Proposal Au, Part 6 of 7. 5571 Words
Series Warnings: Blackmail. Food mentions. Mentions of unhealthy relationship with food. Cursing. Self harm (by means of tattooing.) Homophobia. Death of a parent. Abandonment by parents. Shitty parents. Homophobic parents. Parents with entitlement. Classism. Eventual sexual situations (no actual smut!) Brief allusion to a panic attack.
Authors Note: BEFORE READING PART SIX! Please be advised that MOST of the series warnings were written with this chapter in mind. Some of the content herein may potentially be triggering for some readers, and I ask that you proceed with caution and read at your own risk. That being said, this is the final part in this series besides our epilogue. I hope it's everything you wanted it to be.
The rest of the afternoon is a blur - not that itâs difficult. Eddie knows how to follow orders by this point - stand where told, smile even if he doesnât feel like itâŚAnd Johnathan is actually incredibly helpful. With useful tips that make this whole thingâŚbreezy.
The only problem is Steve.
Steve, who had turned on the charm and is determined to kill Eddie with it. Flirting through the whole process - whispering in Eddieâs ear and genuinely making him laugh right when the camera clicksâŚAt one point Steve even queues up Johnathan to snap an idea heâs come up with on his own - of him pulling Eddieâs hand up to his lips and leaving a gentlemanâs kiss on his knuckles while Eddie just fucking melts.
Heâs so fucked.
Utterly and completely fucked - even as they flit from location to location, switching outfits, and subtly adjusting Eddieâs hair as they go.Â
And Steve is so fucking clever too, because with those things combined these photos could have been taken at any point. Not necessarily in a day.
Itâs padding for their case - a nice little breadcrumb trail of evidence of a - if the Central Park carriage ride is to be believed - very romantic relationship.
Leaving Eddie just, wishing for the reality of it, despite himself.
They finish out the photo shoot at Steveâs once again, taking photos on Steveâs balcony under the setting sun and some twinkle lights. Once theyâve lost said light, officially, Johnathan dismisses himself. He tells them theyâve done great, that heâs off to edit, and heâll send the finalized images to Steve by the beginning of next week.Â
Eddie fidgets nervously as Steve sees the other man out, unsure what comes next.
Not expecting, of all things, the exaggerated groan Steve lets out when he returns to him, or his. âIâm sorry.âÂ
Eddie is taken aback, asking, âWhat are you apologizing for?â
âThat was a lot. I know.â He explains. Eddie is baffled. Steve has never cared how much he adds to Eddieâs plate, until lately.Â
Eddie isnât sure what to make of it. He laughs it off. âYeah, well. Iâve been thoroughly compensated for my time, so donât worry about it.â
Steve almost frowns - like the reminder of their work relationship had bummed him out for all of two seconds before his face smoothed over. âOf course. Still. Let me offer you a small bonus - dinner. Anything you want.âÂ
Eddie is pleased at the offer, the thoughtfulness of it but also, how dinner sounds, just, amazing right now.Â
So, Steve orders them dinner. Eddie checks in with him, and then at insistence from Steve that he wear something more comfortable than the formal wear they had posed in lastly, he puts on his sweatpants and a band shirt, getting cozy on the couch.Â
Steve joins him, and Eddie is tense for all of two seconds until he clicks the tv on, asking Eddie what they should watch.
They spend the rest of the time settling on something, Steve eventually getting the door when the delivery arrives. As he retrieves their order, Eddie stands up, ready to head to the formal dining room, when Steve waves him off.
âStay. I donât have a tv out there.â He reasons.
Eddie is baffled. âSteve.â He protests, thinking of crumbs and grease and sauce, âIâm a messy eater.â
Steve only rolls his eyes. âI have maids. Plural. Now sit.âÂ
Eddie knew that. He sits. Itâs so weird.
Weirder still to watch Steve pop open the box of pizza on that same expensive coffee table, moaning in a way that will haunt Eddieâs dreams at the way the cheese pulls when he takes it from the box and puts it on a plate, offering Eddie the first slice.
They eat, the TV plays, and Eddie decides to analyze it all at a later time, even relaxes a bit.
âI was thinkingâŚabout what you said about giving me a key?â Steve tells him after a while, his eyes locked on the food below him.
Eddie swallows his bite before asking. âYeah?â
Steve fidgets. âIâŚWhat I mean is, I took it to mean that you plan to keep your apartment?â
Oh. âIâŚI wasnât thinking.â Eddie explains.
âWe should discuss it.â Steve looks down. âI assumed you would live hereâŚIâm hoping youâll be amenable to it. I uh, I have a guest room that should sufficeâŚBut then thereâs the matter of your apartment. If you were looking to get it back after the divorce, I would be willing to rent it out under a surname, shell corporation, something - I donât know legal shit but like - whatever you need. Iâd pay to hold it until you can take it back, if thatâs something you wanted.â
Eddie is floored. âIâm not that attached to it, honestly. I uhâŚwhat I mean is, I can look for a new place. After. Iâd be okay with that. I know you donât believe in my music. But I doâŚSo, if thereâs shows to be played, records flying off the shelvesâŚhopefullyâŚIâll have some money come in, and I can get something else-â
âYouâll have that option, Eddie. But even if you didnât, I wouldnât put you out on the street. Weâll work something out.â He clears his throat, Eddie canât help but agree.
âOkay. SoâŚcool. SoâŚweâll live here.â He says. In this expensive, massive, apartment, with a view. Geez.Â
Steve nods. ââŚDo you know when you want to formally move in?â
Heâs baffled. âI figured youâd want to run out the clock, I know you like your space.â
Steve fidgets. âI actually donât mind. Uh not just the living together part butâŚany of this. Youâre really easy to be around.âÂ
Eddie clears his throat, wipes his crumbs from his shirt and cringes. Changing the subject.Â
âOh!â He perks up just a bit. âSo, if thatâs settled, we should discuss when my last day working for you will be.â He suggests.
Steve groans, all but sagging into the couch like heâs suddenly overcome with melancholy. Insists, âI donât want to talk about that.â
Eddie, thinking itâs for the wrong reasons, keeps his tone gentle. âStevie, we discussed this. You can have me as an assistant, or you can have me as a husband, but you canât have both.âÂ
Steve just huffs. âDo you know how hard it was to find someone competent?âÂ
âI will vet the next guy myself, and personally call all of his references.â Heâs chuckling, âYou wonât be left hanging. Iâll make sure he knows how you like things.â
âItâs more than that.â Steve sighs. âYou were the best. You anticipated my needs.âÂ
Eddie blinks - surprised. Steve chews his lower lip. If heâs successfully disarmed by this, then it might be advantageous for Steve to offer his whole truth. A necessity, if he wants to keep Eddie. And god, he wants to keep him. Never wants to let him go.
Confesses, âSolo tu mi capisci.â Wistfully, even if Eddie canât understand him fully. âItâs why I lied about your demoâŚIâŚI knew if I produced it, that I would lose you as an assistant. That was a dick move. And Iâm sorry.â
Eddie doesnât react how he expects him to. He sounds exasperated. âDude.â He gasps. âYou say sorry for everything now, do you realize that? Sorry for this and sorry for that justâŚstop. Itâs not needed. Okay? I get it. Iâve always gotten it. I wouldnât have kept working for you if I thought you were fully evil.â
Steve doesnât mean to, but he hopes. Itâs as close a compliment as he could deal with, ironically enough. âYou mean that?â
Eddie laughs. âOf course. SoâŚare we good? Nod if weâre good.â
Steve nods. Eddie says, âAwesome.â
Steve chooses to press his luck even further. âWould youâŚmaybe want to stay? Feel free to say no but, the guest room is made up and IâŚI thought too that uh, we could get to know each other more?â
Eddie makes a face. âI donât know, I donât think I have anything to wear.â His tone is deadly serious.
The two of them share a look, before bursting into giggles.
âOh wow. He really did a great job, didnât he?â Eddie murmurs.Â
Heâs at Steveâs apartment, as he had been every night since the first time Steve had asked him to stay.Â
His things had followed him here - little by little, slowly taking over the guest room as he transitioned from living in his own apartment to living here full time.
It wasnât as difficult of an adjustment as he might have expectedâŚSteve had been downright accommodating and the apartment was so nice.Â
Heâd known that already of course, but on a recent work night heâd confirmed it.
Steve had dismissed him early - saying for a room full of their coworkers to hear that he would be home to him in an hour or two, and Eddie had used that time to go into rooms heâd never been in, telling himself that it was fine.
And what the whole place lacked in personality, it made up for in a wine fridge, a million windows, and a really great bathtub.
Fast forward to now, Eddie is peering over Steveâs shoulder while he sits with his laptop displayed in front of them, both of them looking over the edited images that Johnathan had sent Steve.
âHe really did.â Steve agreed. Pointing to his favorite. A soft yellow sweater and floral shirt image, with his hair just so, Eddieâs tattoos prominent.
âI like that one I think, for the announcement? What do you think?â He smiles at Eddie. Heâs been doing it more and more lately.
Eddie grins back. âA fine choice.â
Steve goes to say something else - but before he can, the pair of them are interrupted by a knock on the door, the two men sharing a look between each other.
âDid youâŚorder something?â Eddie asks. But Steve looks equally confused.
âNo.â He stands, crossing the room to answer the door. Eddie cranes his head to see who it is - wondering if he had his days mixed up, and Robin was supposed to be meeting them - but that doesnât seem to be the case.
When Steve answers the door, thereâs a middle aged man there in a light colored suit, a scowl on his face that Eddie would have known anywhere, because he had seen it, indirectly, every day. Would have known it even if Steve didnât choke out, âDad?â
âSteve.â His father - Richard Harrington - stands stoically, ominously inclining his head. âArenât you going to let me in?âÂ
He looks over at Eddie then, announcing louder because he appeared to be part of this now too, âI want to talk to the both of you.âÂ
Steve shakes his head, voice thready and his face pale, âListen, whatever this is, whatever you came here for-â
His father pushes past Steve and into the apartment, speaking over him. âYour mom will never hear about any of this,â He says, looking over the whole place in disdain.Â
Picking imaginary lint up off the back of the couch, Richard explains. âJim Hopper called me. He told me all about your sham wedding.â He scoffs, his face all twisted up in rage.Â
âYou flew across the Atlantic for this?â Steve glares at him.Â
Richard just rolls his eyes, and Eddie is shaken at how eerily similar the sight is. Only, unlike Steve - pretty, bitchy, Steve, this scorn was something ugly. âWe live in Manhattan now, Steven.â He chides him.
Steve throws his hands up in exasperation. âWell you never sent a Christmas card!â
His father ignores that. âSteveâŚWhen it comes out that this is a fake relationship, and it will, you will not be able to enter back into this country.â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â Steve says hysterically. âI love Eddie.â And Eddieâs heart still swoops to hear it, even though he knows itâs not true.Â
âYou didnât convince the immigration officer, and you wonât convince me. Itâs all just too convenient, Steve. Ignoring the unnaturalness of it all, you think I donât know a means to an end when I see one?â
âYouâre wrong. And you need to leave.â He grits out.
Richard sighs. âJust let me help you, son. Thereâs no need to risk your whole future on this, on some nobody. Did you even verify his background? He comes from thieves and scum in some no-name town in Indiana. His most recent legal residence is in a trailer park, for fucks sake! Heâs nothing.âÂ
Eddie tries not to show how affected he is by that, but Steve doesnât.
âShut up!â He shouts. âYou donât know him. You donât know me. You donât - you couldnât even fathom what itâs like, to love someone based on who they are inside, not what they come from or what they have or even - yes dad - what they have going on downstairs!â He laughs.
âDonât be crass.â Richard snaps back. Shaking his head in disappointment in a way that Steve was so familiar with. âI know itâs difficult for you, but please, try to see sense. If you allow this nonsense to continue, everything that your mother and I worked to give you, will have been for nothing.â
Steveâs only more enraged at that, stammering before managing to spit out. âYou have given me nothing. You left me with nothing. Everything that I have, I earned. Without you.â
His father sneers even more then. âThe only reason you knew how to walk in the right way, and dress the right way, and talk in the right way - is because of us. Youâre not a self-made man Steve. You are what we made you. You owe your entire existence to us. Something you seem to need reminding of. And yet, as ungrateful as you are, still, I come all the way here on your behalf, to negotiate a deal-â
Eddie isnât sure what they say from that point. Itâs all in Italian. The argument dissolves into words that fly too fast and brutal for Eddie to ever hope to comprehend.Â
Finally, Steve gets him out of the door, just as heâd been threatening to do from the moment that Richard had gone after Eddie, all while his father snaps, âDonât be stupid, Steve.â His forehead scrunching in frustration.Â
Steve just scoffs at that, and at his fathers resigned head shake, his accusatory âInutile.â Steve slams the door in his face.
The sound echoes in the large apartment, Steveâs hands trembling once itâs all finished.
âJeez.â Eddie mutters, lingering nearby, as Steveâs chest is heaving still. He whirls at Eddie - and then opens his mouth to apologize.
âDonât you dare.â Eddie glares playfully at Steve.
Steve barks out a startled laugh. âFuck, I -â he choked on the confession that wants to come out. Strangles it in his throat. âThanks.â He says finally, lamely. Then he groans, rubs his eyes.
âNo, thank you.â Eddie replies with a little chuckle. âNot every fake fiancĂŠ would so valiantly defend my honor.â He clutched his hand to his heart. âIt was very sexy of you.â
Heâs only half joking. But it works to make Steve laugh, still a little breathless.
âI wish you hadnât seen that, areâŚare you still sure about this?â Steve asks, his voice rough from all the screaming. Worried too, that his father would have shaken Eddieâs confidence in the plan, Eddie thinks.
He tries to give Steve a reassuring look, to show him thatâs not the case. âIâm still sure.â
Steve doesnât feel much better. âI suppose thatâsâŚgood.â
Eddie frowns, hates the way Steve is still shaken andâŚso hurt. It isnât fair. Eddie moves closer, promising, âHeâs wrong, you know. You donât owe him anything.â
Steveâs smile is worn, and Eddie closes the rest of the gap. He comes careening into his space, expression softening as their foreheads knock together gently. Both of them leave them.Â
âI know you donât like to hear praise from me that you havenât asked for - but youâre going to right now.â Eddie explains, quickly tacking on. âSo suck it up, Buttercup.â
âNo.â Steve shakes his head, not at the declaration, but at the nickname.
Eddie huffs. âNot Buttercup? Damn okayâŚYouâre my angelâŚdust. Wait, no, that's a drug.â
âSay what you were gonna say or Iâm walking away.â Steve jokes. Eddie grins back.Â
âDick, he thinks you owe him. You donât. Everything you have, from where Iâm standing, looks to have been accomplished in spite of that asshat. Not thanks to him. That was certainly not a man who had a hand in bringing up someone as awesome as you - as smart, as funny, as kind-â Eddie declares.
Steve gasps, âKind?â Like he canât believe it.
âOh youâre a bitch, donât get me wrong.â Eddie laughs, voice admiral. âYouâre not nice, per sayâŚbut you are kind. You act in favor of those you care about. Iâve seen it. Not just tonight, but in a million small ways before now.âÂ
Steve gapes at him, swallows past the lump in his throat. âEddieâŚâ he starts. Aches to kiss him. Canât. âNo one has everâŚâ he trails off in a laugh, muttering. âNon ti merito.â
Eddie looks at him curiously. Steve has said too much. Unable or unwilling to elaborate without putting the whole thing they have in jeopardy, Steve takes a half a step back, breaking their contact.
Clears his throat. âDo you want to look at some more photos? I suddenly really want to get this announcement out. I might put it in the newspaper.â
âAnd have it handed out at your dadâs country club.â Eddie agreed.
Steve barks out a laugh - âHow did you know he goes to a - you know what, never mind, I answered my own question.â
The night before their scheduled interview is spent much the same as every other night since the photo shoot.
Eddie and Steve, Steve and Eddie, existing in their home.
Steveâs got Eddie practically splayed out in his lap, and is touching up the black polish on Eddieâs nails, a surprisingly steady hand for it.
Eddie is trying not to giggle and kick his feet. And failing, only to settle himself with one stern look from Steve.Â
When theyâve almost finished, Steve gets a call on his cell that had sat on the coffee table. âOh hang on, I gotta take this.â Steve tells him. Eddie nods, thinking itâs an important business call until he hears Steve cheerfully say, âHey Wayne.âÂ
Phone tucked up to his ear, he resumes painting Eddieâs nails while chattering amicably with Eddieâs uncle - in a way that Eddie quickly deduces, is not for the first time.
Eddie squeaks in betrayal. Steve levels another look at him. He keeps still.
The two chat while Steve finishes up, before Steve caps the polish and gives Eddieâs shoulder a little squeeze, releasing him to sit up, the fidgety man peering down at the flutter of his fingers.
A few minutes later, Steve gets off the call, telling him, âWayne says hi.â
âI should be telling you that, Steve. Since when are you two so close, hmm?â He presses, batting his eyes at the other man. Not really bothered, Steveâs sure.
âAw, donât be like that. He called me the other day, just checking in. I told him about the deal we were working on - he wanted to follow up, see how it went.â Steve grinned.
âHeâs adopted you.â Eddie clarified. âYouâre his son now.â Eddie leaps agilely to his feet then. Meandering over to the kitchen with a hum. âGosh, heâs going to be devastated by the divorce. Might try and keep you in the settlement once weâve separated.â He laughs lightly, only joking, thinking nothing of it.
But his comments roll around in Steveâs mind long after theyâve passed.Â
Steve tries not to let them get to him - and maybe they shouldnât affect him to such a degree, but Eddie has held strong to the agreed upon plan all this time.
Even with Steve attempting to âwoo himâ as Robin put it, Eddie was never affected. He stayed the course.
And SteveâŚwas feeling less and less confident about keeping him.
But more than that.
Heâs started to get cold feet about this whole thing. The more he sees of Eddie - the more the other man relaxes around him, the less confident Steve is that he can go through with it.
It comes to a head at the forefront of their interview, with both men sitting in front of Hopper, side by side.Â
Steve thinks to the woman that had gotten arrested their first time here - how terrified she had been. Imagining the two of them getting caught and Eddie going through thatâŚ
Or the inverse.
Say they succeeded here. Say they passed with flying colors - his visa is approved and Eddie bound to him in all ways but the one that matters.
He imagines the first few days and months after they are married. Eddie would continue to be a good assistant, and a doting husband, until the heat is off and thenâŚhe would pull away.
He would leave his job, start his music career, his real life, they would eventually divorce, break Wayneâs heart, and SteveâŚ
Steve would be heartbroken too. In love with a man who is too good for him.Â
And too good for what he was asking. Too good to risk when even the best outcome at this point, would have stolen years of his life for Steveâs sake.
Steve who suddenly canât breathe when he imagines it.
In front of him, oblivious, Hopper is explaining to them what they are agreeing to undergo today - how the process will work, what kind of scrutiny they will be under. Reminding them once again of the consequences should they fail.
He hears none of it. Eddie is at this side, more assured of the plan now, nodding along in the right places. And SteveâŚ
Steve is staring at him. Like itâs his first time seeing his face, or maybe his last. Committing it to memory, because he has an unshakeable feeling that there wonât be a chance to again.
Heâs so fucking beautiful.
âDid you have a question, Steve?â Jim Hopper asks him then, looking pointedly at him.
Steve swallows. âUh, noâŚâ he supplies. Confusion has started to take over Eddieâs face.
âYour hand is up.â Jim informs him. Oh. So it is.Â
âOh itâsâŚit's not a question, but I do have something I have to say.â He supplies.
âSteve.â Eddie says sternly.
He canât bring it in himself to meet the other manâs eye. Lowers his hand, his gaze, and murmurs, âItâs okay, Eddie. Youâre off the hook.âÂ
Then he glances up to Hopper, tells him. âI have a confession to makeâŚabout the wedding.âÂ
Jim raises an eyebrow, and Steve charges forward in the same span, âI forced Eddie to marry me. HeâŚhe has all these big dreams. And I knew that if I threatened to destroy them, he would do just about anythingâŚSo I blackmailed him, to come here to lie to you. And I thought it would be easy to watch him do it. But it wasnât and I canât ruin his lifeâŚâ he clears his throat.
âIt was my fault.â Steve finishes.
âSteve,â Eddie protests, his voice small.
He looks at him now, his eyes glassy. âIâm sorry but, this was a business deal and you held your endâŚso I will honor my part of it.â He swears. âI will make sure that you get your record dealâŚyouâre a really talented musician, Eddie. You deserve it.â
It sounds like a goodbye.Â
Eddie opens and closes his mouth, but Steve has already turned his face to level a stare at Hopper, insisting, âYou canât penalize him. He was coercedâŚunder duressâŚI-I donât know legal shit, but, it wasnât his fault.â
Jim chuckles in a humorless way. âTechnically no crime was committed as of yet, so I think we can let his involvement in this slide.â
Steve nods. Eddie is still reeling, floundering for what to say as Steve presses further, âSo, what now?â
âWell now that youâre leaving voluntarily, it all becomes very civilized. You have 24 hours to head back to Italy. I suggest you get a move on. Iâll be in touch.â Jim dismisses him.
With understanding Steve stands, and he flees. Hopper lets him leave, kicking his feet up on the desk. Smug.Â
Eddie had just had the rug pulled from under him, and heâs smirking, tone mournful. âI always get my man.â He sighs, shaking his head. âPity.â Looking Eddie over, he suggests. âYouâre free to go, kid. Consider yourself lucky.â
Lucky.Â
Eddie stands, walking out of the office before breaking into a run. He ends up on the busy sidewalk where not too long ago, Steve had gotten down on his knees to propose.Â
Heâs nowhere to be found.
Eddie stands out there until it starts to rain. Only the wet drops on his face make him move - shielding himself from the storm as he pulls out his phone, looking to order a car on his app - his app that has fucking Steveâs place listed as his most frequent address now.
He breaks. Dials Wayne immediately instead of ordering his car. Blurts out, âThe wedding is off.â As soon as Wayne answers.
Wayne waits a beat. Eddie breathes. Finally, his uncle asks. ââŚAre you okay?â
So Eddie tells him. All of it.
âSo, uh, am I okay? No. UhâŚI just feelâŚâ He starts to shake with barely contained laughter. âYou know what the problem is? Itâs that this man is a gigantic pain in my ass. I mean, first he makes my life hell, for years. Years! Years I worked for this terrorist, and he doesnât have the decency, the humanity, to say a single nice thing to me. Then he goes and he - he - unleashes every fucking kindness you can imagine, Uncle Wayne. Heâs thoughtful, considerate, and fucking charming, okay? Only to take it all away again in one final, screw you Eddie. And I mean we had a deal right?!? We had a deal!âÂ
Heâs fully shouting now, breathing heavily. âWe had a deal. And he pulls thisâŚthis crap.â Eddie trails off. Out of steam. Wayne clears his throat on the other end.Â
Eddie lets out a puff of air. âIâm sorry he just, heâŚhe makes me a little crazy.â He explains.
âYeah son, I can see that.â Wayne sounds amused. And then, gently, prompts. âSoâŚ.youâre just gonna let him go?âÂ
After having caught his breath, because - running - ugh - Eddie bangs insistently on the door to Steveâs apartment.Â
Thereâs a long pause. He bangs again.Â
A few moments later the door swings open, Steve there in what looks to be a very well worn gray shirt and jeans. Hair perfect as ever.
Mouth agape, he looks at Eddie - soaked from the storm - like heâs the last person he expected to see at his door.
Behind him, Eddie clocks the moving boxes stacked up all around the living room, labeled with sharpie.
He fumes at the sight.
Cell phone held to his ear still, Steve softly closes his mouth before he says, âRob, I gotta go. Iâll call you back.â Then hangs up the phone. Shoves it deep into his pocket.
âWhat are you doing here?â He asks. None of the usual bite he usually puts in his tone.
âI needed to see you.â Eddie answers. Gestures to the boxes. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âIâm going back to Italy.â He answers. Like itâs simple. Looking stressed, properly stressed for the first time Eddie can recall.
âSteve, what the fuck?â He stammers, short on what else he can say at this point.
Steve misunderstands. âI already made the calls about your record deal Eddie, thereâs no stopping it now. The company bought your demo - theyâll get together with you about-âÂ
âI donât give a fuck about the stupid record deal, Steve!â Eddie gasps. âI care about you! What are you doing? Why are you doing this?â
Steve winces, stammering though his explanation as he reasons, âItâs like I told Hopper, Ed. I canât watch you ruin your life for me. So Iâm going home.âÂ
âHome? Thatâs not your home, Steve. Your home is here. Where your job, where your best friend, where-â Where I am. He wants to say. Shakes his head in disbelief. âSteve, please.â
Steve swallows. âItâs just a job, Eddie. And RobinâŚshe understands.â
âI donât.â Eddie argues. âYouâre running away. And youâre - youâre leaving me. What happened to - to Iâm yours.â He reminds him of what he said in his office when he'd first hatched this scheme.
Steve looks broken at his question. âYou were never mine Eddie. Despite that - Sei tutto ciò che non ho mai osato permettermi di volere - Iâm sorry that I tried to claim you that way. I had no right. I can - I can see that now. It was never your burden to bear. Involving you was a mistake.â
Eddie flinches. âAre - are you really that aghast at being married to me?â
âThe opposite.â Steve whispers.
âThe opposite?â Eddie is incredulous.
âIâŚâ Steve stutters.
Eddieâs angry again. His emotions knocking him from place to place at a breakneck pace. Heâs done with the games, the manipulation, the carefully constructed answers. Wanting more. âTell me the truth. You owe me that much.â He insists.
âEddie.â Steve sighs, sounding like the older of the two of them. âWhat I asked of you was horrible. The blackmail was inexcusable and...You didnât deserve it. And you didnât deserve to be shackled to me, wrapped up in my lies and my bullshit. Youâre so much better than any of it. You deserve so muchâŚmore.â
Eddie gapes at him. He continues. âAnd for the first time in a long time, thanks to you, I realize that I deserve more too. I deserve something that isnât founded on deceit and pretending. IâŚIâm ready now, I think, to try and become a person who's worthy of it. And I have you to thank for itâŚbecause falling in love with you, it made me want to be a better person. Something I hadnât felt in a really long time.â Steve smiles, and offers Eddie the door. âIâll always appreciate you for that. Even if my heart aches to let you go.â
Eddie doesnât hear the rest, if thereâs more. All heâs heard is that Steve - Steve Harrington, his boss and his headache and his nightmare - and, most recently, his best friendâŚHe loves him.
Steve loves him.Â
And like hell is he letting him get on a plane after that.
Steve tries to show him out, gently, but Eddie bristles against his touch, bursting at the seams to protest. âWait! Wait! Just, waitâŚSteve, what if it wasnât pretend. What ifâŚI feel the same?â He implores.
Steveâs hopeful smile falls. âYou donât mean that.â
âI do.â He swears, choked up.
Steve shakes his head rapidly, voice low as he does that adorable thing he does when he doesnât want to cry. âTrust me. You - You donât really want to be with me.âÂ
âSteve.â Eddie protests.
He swallows. âSee, the thing is, there is a reason why Iâve been alone since Nancy. Iâm not good Eddie. Iâm ruinous and full of baggage, wrapped up in my own need to be self-serving. And maybe someday thatâll change, but Iâll be in Italy by thenâŚSoâŚIt would be easier if we forgot everything that happened, and I just left.âÂ
Eddie pulls Steve in, doesnât let him go even as he wonât hear what heâs saying. âYouâre right. That would be âeasier.ââ
âEddieâŚâ he argues.
âSteve.â He says again, more firm. âListen to me carefully. Iâm in love with you. So Iâm going to need you to stop berating yourself and just marry me. Because I want to be with you and I canât do that if youâre expelled from the country. We can figure everything else out later just, marry me, Steve. For real. And I will prove it. I will. I will spend every spare minute proving it. Proving that the way I feel is real.â
Steve shakes his head.
Eddie presses closer. âSteve. Pretty please, with cherries on top, marry me. Iâll get on my knees, even.â
Another head shake. âYou had better not.â
âLater then.â Eddie says fervently. âJustâŚwill you?â
Steve thinks. Eddie waits, until finally he whispers. âEddieâŚIâm scared.âÂ
âMe too! Terrified. Letâs be terrified together.â He laughs. And Steve stares at him for a few more seconds. Quiet. Contemplative.
âStevie.â Eddie says fervently then, brown eyes glimmering with hope. âNod if weâre good?â
Steve smiles, and he nods.
The tension in Eddie fades - and he kisses him. Really kisses him.
âSo, let me see if Iâve got this right.â Hopper sighs, glaring sharply at the two of them, âYou two are engaged again.âÂ
âYes.â The two men answer in tandem.
Hopper raises an eyebrow, âFor real?â
âYes.â Steve smiles as Eddie says âYeah.â Both of them nodding along.
âYouâre sure you wanna go through this - because one wrong answer and Iâm gonna Take. You. Down.â He threatens.
Steve and Eddie look at each other briefly before looking back at Hopper.Â
âOkay.â They both simultaneously answer, a little timid but still sure.Â
Hopper smirks, the challenge long past accepted as he says enthusiastically. âLetâs do it.â
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#stranger things#eddie stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#eddie munson fic#stranger things fic#steve stranger things#richard harrington#Steve Harrington has shitty parents#Wayne munson#the proposal steddie#the proposal au#steddie the proposal au#Steve harrington has daddy issues#steddie proposal#bisexual eddie munson#bisexual steve harrington
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Someone asked for the whole essay, here it is. . .
Jonathan looks at Steve and thinks of his father, who used to break his things because he could. That's why he doesn't understand that Steve had a perfectly valid reason for doing it. His father never had a reason. He just did it. All Jonathan sees is a picture and what the picture is telling him. He doesn't understand that the picture crossed a line with Steve and Nancy, that it made them uncomfortable, that to them, it makes him a creep. There are some things that people just can't understand, especially when all they've looked through is a narrow lense. The fact that Nancy looked uncomfortable was all that Steve needed to know, but it also made Steve uncomfortable too, and he had every right to feel angry. All Jonathan could see was his father, and once he let's go of the fact that Steve Harrington is NOT his father, he'll realize that Steve is a good man. His intention wasn't to be a bully like Jonathan's father. (Plus, once Jonathan realizes that Steveâs home life isn't all that different and that he's not all that different from Jonathan, it'll be easier to get to know him.) When Steve said the things that he did, all Jonathan could see was the way his father spoke to him and Will, the way his father spoke to his mother, and when Steve pushed him all he could see was all the times Lonnie pushed him around. So, he wasn't really punching Steve in that alleyway. It was his father. Steve going to his house to actually apologize is something his father has done, but Jonathan lives in denial. He can't comprehend that someone like Steve is actually a good man. Maybe they're no longer negative, but the daddy issues he's projected onto Steve are definitely still there. I also think when he was yelling at Nancy, he was yelling at himself, too.
#stranger things#jonathan byers#steve harrington#jonathan byers has daddy issues#jonathan byers x steve harrington#jonathan x steve#stonathan#rueleigh's thoughts
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Itâs Halloween Week here, which is basically our most important holiday, so to celebrate weâre posting WAY late and crying about bats. And Jesus. And each other.
#fanfic#fanfiction#nonsense#making shit up#steddie#saturdaycryingclub#archive of our own#stranger things#bat eddie munson#afraid of bats but would fold for Bat Eddie#basically Iâm Steve Harrington#we love a problematic king#that turns into a bat#like a really big bat#like a human sized bat#oh hey⌠how do you feel about the Eiffel Tower Jesus?#blasphemy#yolo#but what if Jesus and Lucifer were in a throuple?#who gets to stand where?#and which one has the worst daddy issues?#and do you ever get off?#things to ponder in the middle of the night#thanks TikTok#asking the hard hitting questions#besties with broken brains
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Imagine Steveâs mom does run the dog salon in town, she inherited it from Steveâs grandma in a Petco type deal, and sheâs great at it, ties ribbons around the dogâs collars when theyâre done, has a knack for flair.
His dad is always away at some âconferenceâ doing insurance shit or back room deals, Steve doesnât really know. But he and his mom both know what his dad is doing after the conferences are over, and itâs driving them both crazy. Driving Steveâs mom into the ground, knowing her husband is never home and when he is heâs getting ready to leave. Steve and his mom look alike, hazel eyes and coifed auburn hair and covered in freckles and moles. And they know Steveâs dad canât stand it. They know beauty isnât enough.
His mom is always half drunk on wine, sharing gossip with whoever comes in on her shifts and Steve ends up finding her at the bar down the street after work, and has to tuck her into bed before she passes out god knows where. And he sleeps downstairs or at Robinâs house, because his house is just the hole of his missing father and the shadow his mom is becoming, beautiful lipstick and red nails and making him scrambled eggs but also popping pills and never eating the eggs herself. Her hair is always perfect. Her makeup is always perfect. She goes to Church, grooms Fatherâs terriers for free.
Just like the hair and the freckles, Steve inherits the gossip, but itâs different hearing about his mother from people returning VHS tapes. âSaw her at the grocery store, she seemed sad. Your dad home yet?â Some guy asks while sliding Top Gun across the counter. Itâs an open secret, at this point. All Steve can muster up is âUh yeah, um. He should be back this weekend,â before he has to cry in the stock room.
#stranger things#steve harrington#stranger things drabble#sorry I made this sad but I truly believe steve has a crazy family dynamic and wonât back down from that#no parents big house etc#sheâs super well respected etc#I just know he has daddy issues and mommy issues#his mom is lovely and caring and gorgeous and had steve when she was 21#and heâs like a little boy version of her and it hurts her heart to know she and him are kind of trapped#by a loveless marriage to this rich asshole who cheats and neglects#thatâs my headcanon anyway#idk haha#steve harrington headcanon
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Okay but like real question. Do you think Steve knows how quickly Nancy moved on? Like we know he knows it was quick but wasnât it like the next day? And she was already emotionally cheating on him. Iâd like to think that Robin and Eddie somehow find out because of course they do and then make random comments to see if Steve knows and the second they find out he doesnât they do everything to protect him from it but like because Steve doesnât deserve that and then when he does find out and realises that Nancy really never loved him and he has actual proof in front of him he starts crying and Robin freaks out and Eddie is trying to distract him but like mid sob Steve just says âthank youâ because all the weirdness over the last few months makes sense now and he realises that he didnât need the validation of his ex girlfriend to love him when they were dating because she cares about him now but most importantly the two age appropriate most important people in his life love him and who needs anything else when you have a best friend thatâs Robin Buckley and a new boyfriend named Eddie Munson (but like a few days later because it makes him realise Eddie actually likes him back and then that get together and itâs cute)
#listen do I love Steve?#yes#but like he has so much trauma#way too much#like Dean Winchester level daddy issues and no one has seen them on camera yet#I swear if Netflix brings in Steveâs parents and theyâre good people Iâm going to scream into my pillow#because the dots wonât add up babe#no one like Steve has good parents#because how will they explain where the FUCK they were#also I love Robin and Steveâs friendship#and in this hc he and Eddie donât get together right after the crying thing because thatâs a little weird#but it does make him realise Eddie likes him and they get together a few days later#Iâm gonna add that in the actual post now#I also love Dustin but he doesnât need to know what happened between Nancy Johnathan and Steve in season two#could you imagine the younger kids finding out?#I want reaction ideas#steddie#steve harrington headcanon#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#johnathan byers#stranger things#stranger things headcanons#steddie headcanon#steve and robin
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Because I love being tagged and I love memes you're getting an ask for each one. First is "Get yo fucking dog, bitch (It donât bite) (YES IT DO)"
FDJKSHFJALDJKSLAFJDKLJF THANK YOU LOVE!!! first one was more of an editing thing than I thought, so here's a snippet from the area that was changed the most where Dustin and Steve are chatting as they cut all that goddamn meat they led D'art to the junkyard with (kinda long and [Character name] added to give enough context) (From this wip challenge post)
"That sounds so adult-ish. Like out of anything, cooking is your hobby." [Dustin] teased.
"Oh yeah, among other fun pass-times like paying off mortgages and hosting business meetings." he bitched back.
"Please tell me you don't enjoy business meetings."
"Hell no, if you ever see me host a business meeting you can shoot me." he said, scraping off his board.
"Okay good." Dustin laughed, dumping his pieces into his bucket.
"But y'know who does like business meetings?"
"Who?"
"My dad."
"Really?" he asked, genuinely, glancing over.
"Yes." he said with exaggerated exasperation, "He likes to pretend he has hobbies for his work friends but it's the only thing he ever actually does."
Dustin smiled, then caught himself, looking over towards the living room.
"Oh they're not home, it's just us." he assured and Dustin turned back.
"Where are they?"
"Guess."
"...at a business meeting?"
"Bingo."
"Damn. Both of them?"
"Yup. My mom just follows but he actually wants to go. Wouldnât know a hobby if it hit him in his face." he joked, hopefully keeping it casual, and scooted some bags closer, "But what about you, you play that fantasy game with Mike, right?â
#steve harrington#dustin henderson#steve and dustin#dustin and steve#steve harrington has bad parents#stranger things#devon's steve henderson au#steve henderson au rambles#i definitely forgot to tag the original post that but it's linked so there#also sorry its talking a hot sec I took a break from writing to have a category 5 daddy issue but we're back now i think
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mint chocolate rewards [s.h.] 18+
an: hiii i kept getting stuck with this one but am pretty happy with how it turned out!! as much as i love pathetic steve i also looooove cocky steve. hope you enjoy!! feel free to send requests/suggestions or just chat with me :) -m
summary: youâre tutoring steve (thereâs not a lot of learning going on) and heâs a smug asshole sometimes. (ft. ice cream, trains, and karaoke)
modern!steve x fem!readerÂ
warnings: use of y/n, cursing, angst (steve is a little bit of a an asshole), kissing, a tiny bit of phone teasing, dirty talk, fingering, edging, p in v, smidge of daddy kink (used like once or twice and itâs steve referring to himself)Â 18+ MDNI!!!!!!
wc:Â 19.3k (oh im a yapper)
masterlist here!!
College has been a fresh start for you, moving away from your small, stuffy town and basking in the change of scenery and people that a new city brought you.Â
Boston was busy most of the time, a Friday or Saturday night in downtown made the city feel alive, electrifiedâbut unlike New York, this city did sleep. Once the hustle and bustle of cars and trains stopped, the city shutdown for the night and the streets were quiet and still. Well in some places.Â
It was your third year at Boston University and youâd developed a fondness for the city around you. It was a city of passion and that extended to food, history, and especially sports. A passionate place with the people to match it.Â
With this new school and new city, youâd also found some new friends. Robin and Eddie, the three of you had found each other during the first week of freshman year and it had kind of just been that way ever since. Youâd like to say you were Robin's best friend, but you knew that title was reserved for someone else.Â
You didnât know Steve Harrington, but you certainly knew of him. Hushed whispers and tired rumors always swirled through the air when Steve was aroundâand even when he wasnât.Â
Despite the reputation he seemed to have, you wondered if there was really any truth to it. Sure, he seemed charismatic and a little full of himself. Yes, he wore a smug smirk that you thought could bewitch just about anyone. But, when you sat on the sidelines and observed him, you noticed the way he tried to make everyone laugh. Youâd seen firsthand how he took the time to talk to everyone around him and make sure they felt included in whatever the group was up to. You saw how he treated Robin, and cared for her. And plus, he couldnât be that bad if she thought so highly of him, if she loved him so much.
So maybe you did know him, at least a little bit.Â
But in reality you were a fairly optimistic person, so you kept your theories about Steve to yourself. You tended to look for the good in people, even when there wasnât much to look at. A glass half full kind of gal. Which is why when you hear about the ladies man, the stereotypical asshole that is Steve Harrington, you keep your mouth shut and donât add to the conversation at all.Â
Even with Steve being Robinâs best friend, the two of you hardly ever overlapped. Youâd see him in passing or heâd be coming to see Robin while you were leaving, but that was it. You werenât sure why this was how it was, especially with how much she yapped about him. But really you think that Steve has his group of people and Robin has hers. The time they spent together was their own and you didnât have any issues with that.Â
And so when your professor pulls you aside after algebra ll, you realize your overlap with Steve Harrington just increased tenfold.Â
âSteve is asking for some outside help and we talked about it and decided the group sessions that I do probably arenât going to be a good fit. I know youâve picked up some one on one sessions in the past and made you my first stop.âÂ
Although you donât want to admit it, your heart beats a little faster at the thought of spending one on one time with Steve. Youâre not sure if itâs excitement or dreadâmaybe a mix of both.Â
âI, uh, I can do that. Heâs serious about this right? I donât want to waste my time if heâs not really wanting to learn something.â Okay, so maybe youâd let some of the rumors about him wiggle their way into your brain, but you couldnât help it!Â
âHe is. From what Iâve seen he takes his classes seriously, despite what others say about him. I donât think heâd ask for help just to make a joke out of it.â
She had a point, why would he go out of his way to seek tutoring if he wasnât serious about it? And if someone needed some help and you could do it, you were going to.Â
âAlright, Iâm in. You can give him my number and Iâll see about setting something up.âÂ
âââ-
Your phone buzzing beside you while you laid in bed that night wasnât out of the ordinary but it was strange when you looked and didnât recognize the number on your screen. Until you remembered the conversation youâd had with Professor Benson that morning. And until you scrolled through the messages and saw his name.Â
Unknown: Hi! I heard you agreed to be my tutor! Professor B didnât tell me your name but thank you!Â
Unknown: You are a lifesaver.Â
Unknown: Oh shit this is Steve Harrington by the way. I forgot to mention that.Â
Phone still clutched tightly in your hand, you cursed yourself for feeling nervous. He was being perfectly polite, cute even, and here you were with sweaty palms at the thought of texting him back. But you had to. You agreed to this and you wouldnât go back on your word over some jitters.Â
It only took you writing and rewriting the message about twenty times before you came up with something simple that didnât make you cringe.Â
Y/n: Hi, Steve! Youâre welcome, I hope I can be of some help to you. Iâm y/n, by the way. Did you have a certain time or place you wanted to meet up for your first session? Iâm free most days after 6.Â
Steve: Y/n? As in the person Robin has replaced me with? What a small world.Â
Y/n: Funny. I donât think anyone could replace your spot in Robinâs life, but yes thatâs me.
A small smile worked its way on your lips as you went back and forth with him, some of the nerves slipping away.Â
Steve: Well lucky me, Iâll finally get to spend some time with the girl Iâve heard so much about. But as for the first session, what about the library at 7 tomorrow? The tables in the back?Â
You tried not to let the first part of his text affect you so much, but it did. If you were being honest, you didnât think he even knew about you at all, so the thought that he had was making your pulse speed up.Â
Y/n: Sounds perfect. Iâll see you then!Â
Y/n: Oh and Iâve heard plenty about you too, all good things.Â
Steve: Letâs hope I live up to my name then. See you tomorrow.Â
âââ
Steve was living up to his name, but not the one Robin had given him.Â
The day had passed quickly and before you knew it you were here about twenty minutes early with math textbooks and notes surrounding you. Now you wouldnât fault Steve for not being early, that wouldnât be fair, but you would fault him for being an hour late.Â
Well technically he still hadnât shown up.Â
Ten or fifteen minutes, even half an hour you could brush off. Things happen, you get that. But you had no text, no call, no anything and you felt a steady stream of irritation flowing through you. Your texts had gone unanswered and while the rational part of you was concerned that something had happened, more than anything you were frustrated.Â
You texted Robin to see if she knew anything about what was going on and she didnât. If he wasnât here by 8:45 you were leaving. That was more than fair and you cursed yourself for even giving him that much leeway. But really you hoped he didnât show at all because now you were tired and pissed and certainly not in the mood to hear his excuses let alone tutor him. The thought of even speaking about math right now made you want to cry!Â
It was a surprise your pencil didn't snap from how tight you were gripping it in your hand, your jaw clenched and the beginning of a headache pulsing behind your eyes. Youâd try one more time, send one more text before you were done.Â
Y/n: Can you at least let me know youâre alive?
That was fifteen minutes ago and still nothing. Looking down at your phone you see itâs now 8:50 and you push your chair back with a huff, standing up to stuff everything back into your bag, shoulders aching before you even add on the extra weight.Â
Itâs when youâre sliding in your laptop that you hear it. Panicked footsteps are hurrying toward you and you donât even have to look up to know who it is. Any exhaustion you had is wiped away and replaced with red hot anger, the tips of your ears burning as you try to remind yourself to breathe.Â
âFuck, Iâm here! Shit, Iâm sorry but Iâm here.â
You ignore him, itâs all you can do right now and honestly you think itâs best for both of you that you donât speak. Youâd been up since 5 am and that wasnât his fault, but it definitely was his fault that he was showing up 2 hours late and keeping you up when you didnât have to be.Â
Zipping up your bag and grabbing your keys off the table you turn, brushing past him without so much as a glance before youâre heading to the doors of the library. Maybe youâre being a little dramatic but you donât care. You hear him behind you, cursing under his breath and trying to quietly call your name but you keep going. Past the doors and down the sidewalk and straight ahead with a frown on your face.Â
A hand on your arm stops you and you realize you manage to keep a few feet ahead of him for about four blocks. You donât turn to him, donât give any acknowledgment of his presence besides the pause of your feet.Â
âIâm sorry I was a little lateââ
That gets your attention and itâs enough to break the little silent treatment youâve had going. Itâs enough to have you pulling your arm away from his hand despite the warmth it provided as you turn to finally face him.Â
âA little? Try two hours, Steve.âÂ
His nose scrunches and he looks away. You can see the embarrassment in his pinched brows and pouty lips but it does little to dull the frustration thatâs been building inside of you since the half hour mark.Â
But heâs standing in front of you for the first time and while heâs spewing sorryâs youâre taking him in. His hair is disheveled and his lips are a little swollen, like he or someone else has been biting on them. Heâs wearing a lilac t-shirt that looks a little too good on him and jeans that hug him in all the right places.Â
âShit, Iâm sorry. Time got away from me and I didnât realize until I was leaving her house that it was so late! I thought Iâd given us plenty of time but I guess IâŚI fucked up.âÂ
You donât hear much after âleaving her houseâ, a new wave of anger washing over you and you have to fist your hands at your side to keep from knocking in his pretty white teeth.Â
âWas everyone okay?â Your voice is calm and quiet, a little sprig of hope inside that maybe someone needed his help, something had happened and it was an emergency. You hated yourself a little bit for hoping for something like when in reality you knew the truth. Heâd been too busy with a girl to remember you.Â
And yes you realize it wasnât so much you specifically as it was your tutoring session, but that didnât make it sting any less. You were a girl, a girl who blushed around cute guys and who wanted to hold hands and kiss and go on dates. And so what if it hurt your feelings a little bit that Steve had forgotten you? You could get over that. But what you wouldnât get over, at least tonight, was that heâd taken advantage of someone wanting to help him and wasted your time.Â
âOh, yeah, everyoneâs okay. It was more like aâŚa date, I guess.âÂ
âRight. And your phone stopped working?âÂ
He scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his face, âI didnât hear it go off and when I saw all your texts I was already almost here so I just didnât respond.â Well at least heâs honest.Â
âOkay. Maybe you should try out a group session with Professor B before you rule it out completely, you might do well with it.âÂ
He pulled back, eyes wide and a look of surprise written across features. You get the feeling heâs not used to being told no, even indirectly. âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âIt means that itâs not fair to me to waste my time. I agreed to this because I wanted to help you but if you couldnât be bothered to show up on time or even call me to let me know you couldnât make it, it doesnât really give me hope that this will be beneficial for either of us.âÂ
His face hardens the slightest bit and despite the pull you have to be a people pleaser, to say sorry and that itâs okay, you hold strong and straighten your shoulders as he stares down at you.Â
âSo thatâs it? One strike and Iâm out?â Thereâs almost a scoff when he says it, like he canât believe you and it only adds fuel to the fire burning in your chest.Â
âWell you havenât exactly made a great first impression. If a date is more important than math, thatâs fine. I really donât care. But I wonât clear my nights and sit in libraries alone for someone that doesnât take this seriously.â You watch him take in your words, furrow between his brows getting deeper the more you talk and you just keep going. âAnd for the record, I donât owe you more than one shot. Whatâs the point of this if youâll just strike out?âÂ
âI donât strike out.âÂ
A laugh of disbelief flies out of you, hands going up like your surrendering, âReally? Thatâs all you got out of what I just said?â He shrugged at you and despite his pretty face you felt nothing but contempt for him right now.Â
âIt was a mistake. I lost track of time. If you think youâre too good to give me a shot to prove that I care, then whatever.âÂ
âYouâre an asshole! Donât try to-to manipulate me into feeling bad about you doing something shitty. Me setting a boundary with you does not mean I think Iâm too good, it means I know my time is worth something and I donât have to put up with bullshit from people, especially someone I donât even know!â You can see the regret on his face, the way his features soften and his shoulders slump. âMaybe next time set an alarm or donât schedule a date on the same day as tutoring. Or maybe let someone know you wonât make it before they sit there waiting for 2 hours to help you out. And maybe if you donât do any of that, show up and donât be an asshole when theyâre upset about it. Maybe learn that youâre not entitled to peopleâs time and effort just because you think you deserve it.âÂ
Finished with your little rant you take a breath, hoping he doesnât lash out at you because you feel your courage waning and you just want to go home and sleep.Â
But all he does is nod at you with dim eyes before heâs turning on his heel and walking in the other direction before you can say anything else. Not that you would, you think youâd gotten it all out when you were standing in the middle of an almost empty street scolding him like a toddler.Â
Maybe youâd been wrong in your theories about Steve Harrington. Or maybe you just didnât fall into the group of people that got to see a different side of him.Â
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Steve felt like shit.Â
Heâd lost the nerve to say anything when you tore into him like you did, and he deserved it. It was an asshole move to be 2 fucking hours late and then get upset at you being upset with him. And all for what? A girl he barely knew, who didnât even like him and called him once every few weeks when she was bored? To be fair he didnât really like her either, so that made him only feel more shitty.Â
Youâd told him off, which didnât happen often and regardless of how pissed off or embarrassed heâd been, it was hard to stay upset when he noticed the cute little twitch your nose would do when you yelled at him.Â
And he felt bad because you were Robinâs friend, one of her best friends! Heâd been hearing about you for what seemed like forever and now that he was actually going to spend some time with you, heâd blown it. He knew you were a sweetheart, quiet most of the time and always willing to do anything for others. It had been a low blow trying to make you feel bad, he knew that. But he really needed your help here and was willing to do anything to get it. Even if it meant guilting you into it, I guess.Â
He was well aware of his reputation around campus, grade A asshole with girls hanging off his arms every weekend. Hell, he played into it most of the time. It was easier to just play into what people expected sometimes, even if that meant being a dick.Â
And okay, maybe he was guilty of being kind of cocky sometimes. He could be a little smug but he never meant to come off like too much of a prick. He liked to think it was charming sometimes.Â
But right now he was worried about passing algebra and making things right with you. Robin would kill him if he didnât, and he owed it to you to at least try to be decent.Â
Thatâs how he finds himself here, standing in front of you and Eddie where youâre perched in the shade under a big tree in the center of campus. Before last night heâs never said more than a hello to you and he doesnât think heâs ever even been this close to Eddie.Â
He watches the two of you, the way you lean into Eddie as he walks closer and the way Eddie narrows his eyes like a guard dog whoâll bite if he gets too close. He feels a twinge of something deep in his stomach watching you cling to Eddie and maybe itâs because youâre so pretty or maybe itâs because Robin has built you up in his head to be this angel that heâs kind of enamored with.Â
âCan I talk to you?â Heâs wearing sunglasses so you canât see the way his eyes dart around your face and settle on the small pout you're wearing on your glossy, peach colored lips.Â
âYou didnât have much to say last night, nothing good at least.â You had one hell of a backbone, heâd give you that. From what heâd heard from Robin you tended to try your best to appease the people around you so a little spark shot up his spine at the thought of you not backing down to him.Â
He didnât miss the way Eddie smirked, looking between your stern eyes and the pleading puppy dog look Steve was wearing. He nudged your shoulder to grab your attention, âOh hear him out, yeah? It wonât hurt anything.â Steve gave Eddie a quick, grateful nod and turned back just in time to see you rolling your eyes at the both of them.Â
â5 minutes, Harrington.âÂ
Eddie got up, gesturing for Steve to take his place as he grabbed his stuff and sent a reassuring wink your way. Steve thinks with all the friends he has, he doesnât have any besides Robin that really count. Maybe if he quit being an ass, you and Eddie would be his friends too.Â
âFirst I wanna apologize for being late, and for not calling or texting to let you know. I do care about school and I appreciate you taking the time to try and help me. Iâm sorry I took that for granted.â He watches your lips part in what could either be shock or surprise and the small nod you give makes him keep going. âAnd Iâm really sorry for the shitty stuff I said. It was a dick move trying to make you feel guilty when you didnât do anything wrong. Iâm lucky you even agreed to help me in the first place, sânot your job. I guess Iâm justâŚused to getting my way. It sounds shitty to say it out loud but I guess we both know itâs true. I realize you donât owe me anything and I havenât done anything to earn a second chance, so Iâm sorry. Iâm gonna try out a group session and see how that goes, I think. But uh, yeah, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âIâm not going to apologize for anything.â Well, he has to admit that is not what he expected to come out of your mouth. Your shoulders had softened the slightest bit but your eyes were still weary of him.Â
âI donât expect you to, you did nothing wrong. I deserved you telling me off. Hell, I probably needed it. I just wanted you to know I was sorry, you deserved to hear it.âÂ
When you donât say anything for a few minutes he takes that as his sign to leave, pushing himself off the ground beside you and dusting off his pants before you stop him with a sigh of his name.Â
âThank youâfor the apology. I can tell you mean it and thatâs all I wanted. It sounds like you actually heard what I was saying andâŚand if you want a second shot, youâve earned one.âÂ
âReally?â He smiled wide at you, hand grabbing yours that youâd held out and he lifted you up with ease. You nodded at him and he felt relief all over. He didnât realize he still had your hand in his until you gave him a squeeze and he dropped it, shrugging shyly.Â
âTwo strikes and you are out, Steve. Donât make me regret this.âÂ
He couldnât help the cocky smirk he flashed, hands going to his hips, staring down and not missing the way your throat bobbed at how close he was.Â
âI told you I don't strike out, didnât I?â
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You were very pleasantly surprised by Steveâs apology, kind of shocked by it too. You hadnât expected much to come out of your little rant, let alone him seeming so genuinely sorry about what had happened. And he seemed to understand what you said, he let it soak in and took accountability for it.Â
When he was standing there so sincere and upset, you couldnât help but to offer him another chance. This was the Steve you thought youâd seen, kind and attentive. You were happy you werenât totally wrong about him.Â
But one thing you did realize was that Steve Harrington was a pest. He got under your skin in the best way possible and lit you on fire in a way that nobody ever had. Itâs like he lit a spark in you and you loved every second, even if you pretended like he got on your nerves.Â
In the last two weeks you and Steve had gotten together about 4 times, and it was going well! Youâd realized within one session with him that he just needed some one on one time with the material. He grasps the concepts much easier when he has someone to walk him through a few problems at his own pace.Â
And heâd been on time to every single one, even early to a couple. Today he even showed up before you, the little eager student that he was.Â
You noticed the more time you spent together over the last two weeks and the more comfortable Steve became, the more he liked to tease you and watch you flush red under his stare.Â
Like now youâre sitting beside himâyou had sat down across from him but he pouted like a child and said it would be easier if you were closerâand heâs complaining about the quadratic formula for the millionth time.Â
âWeâre almost done, Steve. Two more problems and youâre free to go.âÂ
âI think I should get a reward for all this.â He would probably stomp his foot at you if he was standing up and you canât help but huff a small laugh at the little frown heâs wearing, chin in his hand and shoulders slumped in annoyance.Â
âYou do. Youâll pass the class.â
Heâs not amused by this, rolling his eyes and pinching the bare skin of your thigh where your shorts have moved from you shifting in your chair. You watch the spot turn pink and his touch, even something so quick and simple, has you buzzing.Â
âLame. I was thinking more of a kiss, let me have a quick taste of those pretty lips.â No matter how many times he mentions your mouth or howâd you taste it never fails to thrill you, your face heating and your eyes darting everywhere but his.Â
Itâs even worse when you watch the way he watches you, leaned back in his chair with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face. Heâll flash his teeth at you in a smile and send a quick wink that has you having to stop yourself from sinking between his open legs. He knows what he does to you and he loves it, soaks it up and never gets tired of it.Â
Youâve turned back to your own notes, leaving Steve to work on the last few problems and of course he does anything but. Itâs only been a few minutes when you feel something brush across your hair, you ignore it. A few seconds later something soft hits your cheek, and you ignore it. But when it hits your forehead you turn to him with a scowl, a little ball of paper between his fingers.Â
âYou are a child.â You swat at his chest and regret it when he catches your wrist in his hand, skin turning hot under his touch. You canât look away from where his fingers wrap around you and it makes you dizzy to feel his rough hands against your skin.Â
âHit me again, baby.âÂ
That was another thing that had started, the pet names. He used your name sometimes, but called you baby, sweetheart, or doll when he wanted to make you stutter your words and stumble through your sentences.Â
Heâs smirking at you, eyes light and filled with amusement at the way your neck is turning a bright pink, reaching and reaching until your ears are burning. âCâmon, please?âÂ
âNo reward for you if you donât finish those problems.â Despite the turmoil going on inside your voice sounds cool, unaffected, and you thank god for that.Â
âFine. I can be a good boy when I want to be.âÂ
Ignoring him, you turn back to your notes, far too distracted to actually pay attention to them anymore but you still stare at the paper in front of you. Youâre pleasantly surprised when he actually goes back to his work, finishing the problems quickly and you beam at him when theyâre all right.Â
âSee! I told you, just need to take your time with this stuff. Iâm proud of you, Steve.â For once heâs the one blushing, brushing it off like itâs nothing and asking for his reward. You should have known, a child never forgets a promise you make them.Â
Leaning forward his eyes widen, darting over your face to check if this is really happening. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, not used to playing his games with him and it takes all the courage you have to let your lips brush over the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, before they find the shell of his ear. Heâs still beside you, anticipating your next move and if you werenât so hell bent on teasing him back, youâd kiss him right now.Â
Your lips graze him and itâs your turn to smirk when his grip on the table in front of you tightens. His knuckles are white and his jaw is set with you so close to him.Â
âIce cream. Thatâs your reward.âÂ
Pulling back quickly so you can see his reaction, you beam at the way his lips are parted and his chest is heaving a little harder than it should be. He just watches you with wide eyes before something settles over him. Something that makes your stomach flutter and tells you youâve started something that you wonât win.Â
When he speaks you canât help but watch the way his mouth wraps around the words so sensually you feel it all over, like heâs touching every inch of your skin and itâs addicting.Â
âPerfect. Mâdying for something sweet.âÂ
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He canât stop thinking about the feeling of your lips on his skin, even if it lasted all of three seconds itâs running through his mind on a loop and making his head a mess.Â
God he wishes you would have just bit down on him, sunk your teeth into his skin and let him feel your tongue soothe the burn.Â
Youâre walking side by side to your favorite ice cream place now, the sun is out and bright but despite that thereâs a nice breeze that cools his skin. You would have already been there but he had to spend fifteen minutes distracting you from leaving just so he could stand up without getting arrested for indecent exposure.Â
Remembering the small smile of victory you had makes him smile, but not as big as heâll be smiling when he gets you back. He loves watching you preen under his touch, loves the way your chest rises and falls a little faster when he leans in towards you and loves even more the way your eyes go all big and round and your cheeks turn bright red when he says something cheeky.Â
Spending some time with you over the last two weeks, itâs obvious to him why Robin is so obsessed with you. Youâre hilarious, sometimes you make him laugh so hard his stomach hurts and he has tears in his eyes. Heâd known you were a sweetheart but getting to see it firsthand gave him a goddamn toothache. Watching the way you smile at him so proudly when something finally clicks, how you listen to someone with such intent, no matter what theyâre talking about. Youâre just so kind and good that he wants to be as close to you as possible at all times.Â
But this is the first time you two are venturing outside of the library together and he thinks heâll spend much more time convincing you to do things with him besides math. Now that heâs got a taste he needs more, craves it.Â
He doesnât even notice youâve arrived until youâre tugging on the sleeve of his shirt and giving him a smile as sweet as honey as you wordlessly point at the ice cream shop heâd just walked past.
Pulling open the door he lets you go first and looks around to see only a few people besides them in the shop. Perfect.Â
Since thereâs no line, you both go quickly. You opt for chocolate chip cookie dough in a cup and he decides on mint chocolate chip in a waffle cone. He notices the way your nose scrunches all cute at his choice and he rolls his eyes as he pulls out his card to pay before you can.Â
âDonât tell me youâre one of those people whoâs gonna say it tastes like toothpaste or something.â Your jaw drops in offense and he has to roll his lips into his mouth to keep from laughing at how cute you are.Â
âI wasnât! I only made that face because I almost got it myself.âÂ
âAnd the thought of having a similar taste to me is making you feel sick?âÂ
âNo, just didnât peg you as a mint chocolate chip guy.âÂ
âSo youâve been thinking about pegging me.â He knows youâve realized what youâve done before the words even leave his mouth and he smirks at you anyways. Heâll take any chance to get you all flustered and riled up.Â
âPay for my damn ice cream, Harrington.âÂ
He doesnât say anything, just quietly snickers to himself while you go and find a place to sit. He notices the way you choose a seat in the corner, far away from anyone else in the shop and he smiles. You probably know whatâs coming, waiting for the other shoe to drop after your little stunt at the library and he loves seeing you all worked up and on edge.Â
He likes it a little too much.Â
Instead of sitting in the seat across from you he slips in the booth beside you instead, watching your eyes dart to the side to watch him carefully. Heâs not sure why youâre surprised, he always takes any opportunity to be close to you.Â
Slinging an arm around your shoulder he lets his fingertips toy with your hair, smiling when he feels you relax into him. âCan I have a bite?â You seem to not think anything of his request, lifting your spoon up to his mouth and he lets you slip it between his lips, your eyes trained on his mouth and his on you.Â
He hums around the spoon and lets his teeth catch when you drag it from his mouth. You shake your head at him, leaning slightly against his chest and enjoying the quiet between you too.Â
Itâs go time.Â
âWanna bite?â Heâs looking down at you and you nod sheepishly, leaning forward to meet him halfway when he moves his cone towards your mouth. Right when he reaches your lips he moves the cone an inch over and touches the ice cream against the corner of your mouth.Â
Before you can reach for a napkin he grabs your wrist, smiling all innocent when you look at him with confusion in your eyes. âI got it, donât worry.âÂ
And when he leans forward and moves his head down to be eye level with you, he smirks at the hitch in your breath when he leans forward and lets his tongue swipe over the sweetness there, his tongue catching the corner of your mouth.Â
The spoon clatters on the table between you and he hasnât moved, face just inches away from yours and his hand isnât playing with your hair anymore, itâs gripping the back of the booth so tight it hurts.Â
âSteve..â A breathless little plea leaves your now clean mouth and it takes everything in him not to go in for another taste. He pulls back just enough to watch your eyes flutter close and your head fall back to lay against his arm thatâs still behind you. Thereâs a shine on your cheek from his spit and heâs so hard he can feel his heartbeat all through his body.Â
Despite the cockiness running through him at the way youâve melted, his voice is quiet and breathless just like yours when he speaks where only you can hear him. âWhat? Just cleaning you up, messy girl.âÂ
He feels something cold on his hand and looks down to see his ice cream melting, spilling over the cone and running down his fingers. When he looks back he sees you staring at them too, a look in your eyes that has him reeling.Â
If there wasnât anyone else here heâd have you lick his fingers clean, he can see the way youâre itching to do it.
But thereâs more people coming into the shop and heâs seconds away from dragging you into the bathroom so he needs to get you out of here, get into the fresh air and out of the little bubble youâve created.Â
âYou ready, Stevie?â He loves when you call him that, it makes his chest feel all warm and he just wants to nuzzle into you when you say it. He must have been staring at you, too busy thinking about how bad he wanted you to do anything else.Â
He nods, sliding out of the booth and holding out his now clean hand to you, body buzzing when you take it and he feels your skin against his. You walk out and into the street and the breeze on his skin is a life saver.Â
Your apartment is just two blocks away from the ice cream shop and the walk there is quiet, both of you thinking about his tongue so close to your mouth. His hand brushes yours as you walk and he feels his fingers twitch with the need to slip your hands together.Â
âGood reward then?â Itâs you that breaks the silence and heâs grateful, his heart racing in his chest despite the smug smirk heâs wearing looking down at you.Â
âOh baby, the best.â
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You and Steve spend about four days a week together at this point and youâre not convinced he even needs that much tutoring but you donât complain. Youâll take any chance to spend some time with him.Â
The two of you have also decided to forgo the library, taking turns having it at his place or yours and most times you work on actual school stuff for about half an hour before heâs distracting you with a movie or a game or a promise of food.Â
Itâs been a few weeks since that day at the ice cream shop, where he licked the corner of your mouth and sent you spiraling. Having him that close was overwhelming enough, let alone feeling him on your skin.Â
Since then things havenât changed much, he teases you and sometimes you retaliate but oftentimes you just sit there red faced and let him enjoy how flustered he makes you. Heâs still touchy and smug all the time, but hasnât put his tongue anywhere near you since. Unfortunately.Â
Tonight youâre both at your place, you lying out across your couch in a t-shirt and pajama shorts that really donât fit you anymore but you refuse to get rid of. Steve is on the floor in front of you stretched out and scrolling through his phone while you switch between watching the tv and watching him.Â
Heâs been less like himself tonight, quiet and there's a little furrow between his brows that has you worried. By this point heâd usually be wrapped around you, playing with your hair or rubbing at your neck. But heâd barely touched you today, barely teased you and you wondered what had happened between yesterday and today that had him so out of sorts.Â
Regardless of his mood, he takes time to admire the way your ass peaks out of the bottom of those shorts, his jaw clenching when he gets a peak at the smooth skin there. He can spot where your ass meets your thigh and he wants to bury his face there.Â
You're pulled from your thoughts when he sits up, sitting his phone on the edge of the couch beside you and using your thigh to hoist himself off the ground. âBe right back, honey.âÂ
You just nod, stretching out your legs and trying to memorize how the heat of his palm felt gripping your skin. He goes to the bathroom, the click of the lock sounding out at the same time his phone lights up beside you.Â
You donât mean to look. Really, you planned to call out to him and go back to the shitty reality tv show that was playing in front of you but when you see a name you recognize you canât help but to look.Â
And you immediately regret it.Â
Brooke: Are you still coming over tonight? Itâs been over a month, I miss you.Â
The blood drains from your body and you feel a pit so deep in your stomach you think you might be sick. You know Brooke, everyone knows Brooke. And you donât keep up with that Steve does but heâs spent most of his time with you for the last month, so you canât help but wonder if the last time he saw her was the day of his first tutoring session.Â
And that should make you feel a little better, should dull the raging jealousy coursing through you but it doesnât. It doesnât because from her text, heâs already made plans to go over. Maybe this is why heâs being so weird tonight, heâs ready to go seeâŚher. And then youâre even more upset because it was your idea to hang out tonight and you wish he would have just said no because then you wouldnât have seen this text and you wouldnât feel like youâre about to cry.Â
You and Steve werenât together, hadnât even gone on a date or kissed or been anything more than friends. But that doesnât mean you havenât developed this huge crush on him thatâs taken over every part of your brain. And the teasing, the touches, they meant something to you.Â
Maybe that was your mistake.Â
Maybe heâs that way with everyone and you read too much into it. Maybe youâve spent so much time together because he actually did need that much help with fucking algebra and stuck around because he felt like he owed you or something.Â
In a matter of seconds your whole friendship was Steve was up in the air in front of you and you found yourself dissecting every interaction and graze of skin and now you just wanted to curl up into your bed and forget all of it.Â
You liked him, a lot more than you would care to admit and for the first time since that first night, you felt uncomfortable being in the same place as him.Â
The click of the bathroom lock snaps you from your spiral and you pull yourself off the couch, gathering up trash from the snacks youâd eaten so you donât have to look him in the eye. And you shouldnât say anything, should pretend it didnât happen and figure this out later but you canât help but let the words slip out when he walks back into your living room.Â
âGot a text while you were in the bathroom.â He doesnât say anything but doesnât really have the chance because youâre rushing into the kitchen and deciding that now is the best time to do those dishes you meant to do before he came over.Â
Hopefully heâll justâŚgo. You know he wonât but maybe that would be easier if you didnât have to see him again tonight or smell him or touch him. The water is hot, too hot to be sticking your hands under but scrubbing at this plate is all thatâs keeping the tears that are building from falling down your cheeks.Â
âY/nâŚâ Heâs behind you now, close enough that you can feel his presence and you know if you just took one step back youâd be pressed up against his chest, youâd feel the warmth that always comes from him. So you stay where you are, the edge of the sink digging into your stomach but you try and scoot closer to it anyways.Â
A noncommittal hum is all he gets from you. You donât move your head to look at him, you canât because if you do youâre not sure you wonât cry. And you canât let him see you cry over something that was never there.Â
âCan you look at me? Please?â His voice is low and sweet, a hint of a plea in his tone that makes your insides twist painfully. You just shake your head, scrubbing at this plate so hard youâre worried it might snap in your grip.Â
His hand is on your shoulder now and a shaky breath escapes your lips, the tears building behind your eyes and you will them away. There's nothing to cry over. Heâs your friend. Thatâs all. âIf you need to leave, thatâs fine. Seriously itâsâyou can go if you want.â Your voice cracks the slightest bit, but he notices. Of course he does.Â
âSweetheart, look at me.âÂ
Your chest hurts at the endearment and you squeeze your eyes shut tight because you know heâs wearing that puppy dog look he does so well. You know his eyes are round and full of concern, or even worse, pity. You know his bottom lip is jutting out in a pout and it makes you want to take the plate youâve scrubbed clean and smash it into a million pieces.Â
If thereâs one thing youâve learned about Steve, itâs that he wonât give in. Heâll stand behind you all night, miss his date with Brooke if thatâs what it takes. He wonât give up until youâre looking at him, but you donât know why. Donât know why he wants to see you upset. But you turn around anyways, cheeks blotchy and a sheen of tears ready to fall at any given moment.Â
His lips part softly and his hands are hovering between you, not sure if he should reach over and touch you. âItâs notâsheâs notâŚI donât want to leave.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âI donât know why I even made the plans in the first place! Iâd rather be here with you anyways.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
Heâs pacing in front of you now, hands fisted in his hair and he looks like heâs freaking out, chewing on his bottom lip and mumbling under his breath while you just stand there and stare at your feet on the floor.Â
âIâve just beenâŚmy mind has been fucked lately and I donât know what I even think anymore and I do stupid shit when I donât know what do to.âÂ
âOkay, Steve.âÂ
âAre you just gonna keep saying okay?â Heâs stopped pacing, the stare heâs wearing keeps you still in place against the sink and you feel like shrinking under his gaze.Â
âWhat do you want me to say? If you want to go hang out with her, you can! Youâre an adult, Steve. You donât have to spend all your time with me.âÂ
âBut I want to.â Heart thudding hard in your chest you try to make sense of what heâs saying, what heâs not saying. Heâs giving you something, dancing around what he wants to say and you wonât give yourself false hope, wonât read too far into this. Youâve become friends, best friends even and you donât want to fuck that up.Â
âThen stay.âÂ
You should talk about this, you know it and he knows it. You should get everything out in the open so thereâs no more secret plans and unshed tears but you donât. Instead he nods at you, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you so youâre nuzzled against his chest. Neither of you say anything, just sit there wrapped up in each other for who knows how long before he pulls back and tugs you to the living room, sitting down and pulling you into his side with no words spoken between you.Â
The show drones on around you, but youâre not paying attention. Your mind is too busy, too many thoughts swirling around to even try and focus on anything but him. He sinks down further into the couch and you move with him, your head resting against his chest and his hand lying still on your hip.Â
âMâsorry I made you sad. Never want to do that, youâre too pretty to cry over me, too sweet.âÂ
You just nod against him, closing your eyes and feeling the thump of his chest on your cheek. He doesnât say anything else and youâre grateful.Â
ââââ-
Itâs been almost a week since that night in your apartment. A week since Steve got that text and you almost lost your shit. A week since you realized how deep your feelings for him actually ran.Â
When you had woken up that next day Steve was still there, hand still on your hip with his head thrown back in what couldnât be comfortable as he slept beside you. He woke up soon after and both of you justâŚpretended it hadnât happened. The last week had been normal, so normal youâd convinced yourself that night was some sort of glitch.Â
Steve continued to spend most of his days with you, continued to flash those smug grins your way when he sees something inappropriate and you continue to flush under his stare, preen under his praise and stick to his side like glue.Â
Thatâs how you are now, sprawled under that same big tree Steve had come to apologize to you under all those weeks ago. Heâs sitting up with his legs stretched out in front of him and your head is on his lap, Eddie beside you hunched over and working on something you canât see, Robin beside Steve with a book sheâs not reading in her hand.Â
Heâd also been spending more time with the three of you and it made your heart warm. All your favorite people getting along and hanging out.
âWe should all go to Lansdowne this weekend.â That suggestion couldnât have come from anyone but Steve. Eddie scrunches his nose at the thought immediately, tongue sticking out like it left a bad taste in his mouth. Robin groans like sheâs physically pained by the thought.Â
âNow donât sound too excited.â Lansdowne was a little pub near Fenway Park that Steve was obsessed with. They usually had live music and were packed to the brim with bodies every weekend. Robin and Eddie despised it, always too crowded for their liking.Â
âIâll go, Steve. But youâre buying my first drink.âÂ
âThatâs my girl!â He patted your head like you were a puppy, grin wide as he turned to stick out his tongue at Eddie and Robin who just rolled their eyes dramatically and went back to ignoring whatever Steve would ramble on about next.Â
Neither of you noticed the way Eddie and Robin watched you, knowing smiles on both their faces as they took the sight of you two in. They watched Steve brush your hair out of your face, a look of fondness on his face that Robin hasnât seen him show anyone before. They watch you snuggle into him, content and comfort written all over your features.Â
ââââ-
There was a small bit of regret about quickly agreeing to go out with Steve. Friday came before you knew it and you were tired, so tired from a long week of school and work. It seemed like everything that could have gone wrong this week, did and it had you mentally and physically drained.Â
The temptation to text Steve and bail was clawing at you, but you couldnât. Usually spending time with him was something that made you feel better, so you hoped that was the case tonight.Â
It was nice out, not too hot but just warm enough to indulge in summer clothes. Dressing up for tonight was out of the question, you needed to be comfy if you were going to be squished against sweaty bodies and pulled through big crowds.Â
That was how you found yourself now, tucked into Steveâs side at the bar at 11pm with a short denim skirt snug around your hips that youâd found in the back of your drawer and a cropped pink t-shirt that molded to your chest. A few inches of skin showed above your skirt and the feel of Steveâs palm resting there had you blushing already.Â
You were both three drinks in, a nice buzz in your veins that had you giggling into his chest without embarrassment. When youâd seen him tonight, you knew you were going to need some liquid reinforcements to survive. Heâd been wearing a dark green button up that he left undone, tight white tank top underneath that showed the outline of his chest. A pair of light wash denim jeans cinched around his waist with a belt.Â
There might have been an audible gulp at the sight of him, but with three dirty shirleyâs pumping through you, you eyed him up without care, taking in every inch of him with a palpable hunger.Â
His breath is hot against your skin when he leans down to try and whisper in your ear, but ends up talking much louder than he meant to. âForgot to mention itâs karaoke night.âÂ
âI am not participating in that.âÂ
That little frown he does when he doesnât get his way pops up, lips pouted at you like youâd stolen his candy. âWhy not?âÂ
âBetween the two of us youâre the rockstar, Harrington, not me.âÂ
Before he could open his mouth to argue, someone called his name from across the bar, a man holding a clipboard that looked less than impressed with his job. Somehow in the short time youâd been here Steve had gotten his name down on the list for karaoke without you knowing, and it was his turn now.Â
He gave you a quick wink that had you almost melting before him, a small smirk as he squeezed your shoulder and started to push his way through the crowds of people. âEyes on me, baby.âÂ
Liked youâd be able to look anywhere else.Â
You watch him hop up on the small stage thatâs only a few feet tall, no hint of nervousness on his face as he smiles at the small crowd thatâs paying attention to him. Thereâs lights focused on him and you think he was made to be in the spotlight with how good he looks up there. Youâre somewhere in the middle of the crowd but he spots you easily, winking before he strips off his button down, tossing it to the side of him.Â
The sight of him up there with his tank top tucked nicely into his jeans does little to help with the fuzziness you were already feeling from the drinks. Youâre careful not to drool at his arms on display, bulging slightly when he lifts them to grip his hands around the mic.Â
âHello, Boston!âÂ
Youâd think this was his personal show the way the crowd cheered back at him, encouraging what you know was nothing but mischievous behavior. Heâs getting the attention of more of the bar the longer he stands up there and you canât blame them, heâs a sight to see.Â
âYou all look beautiful tonight!âÂ
A laugh bubbles out of you when the beginning notes of Mr. Brightside by the Killers boom from the speakers behind him, not sure why you expected anything else from him.Â
Heâs practically bouncing on his heels as he sings the first few notesâand so is his hair. But your laughter and amusement is quickly replaced by something fiery and strong that builds in your stomach as you watch him.Â
His hands are wrapped around the microphone in front of him, eyes screwed shut when he gets to the chorus and you feel like youâre on fire. During a pause his head is thrown back, throat bobbing for everyone to see and you try to trace the beads of sweat running down his throat from your spot in the middle of the bar.Â
When he starts singing againâand fuck heâs goodâhis eyes are open and on yours, coming so close to the microphone you can see the way his lips pucker against it on certain notes and youâre thankful itâs so packed in here, the people around you keeping you from falling to the ground.Â
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside
About seven feet are between you but with the bright lights shining on him you watch in awe as his raspberry lips wrap around the words and his tongue swipes out and darts across them every few seconds. He looks ethereal on that stage, hair slicked back from running his fingers through it and hips rocking side to side in time with the beat.Â
His voice is pure silk and honey, like he was born to sing this song and it has your heart racing so fast in your chest itâs hard to catch your breath. Heâs jumping around, putting on a noteworthy performance while the patrons around you yell and dance with him.Â
Every once in a while his nose bumps against the mic and you canât get over how alluring he looks with his lips grazing the mic. Heâs captivating, stealing the attention of almost everyone in the room now and your heart swells in your chest.Â
It takes you a second longer to realize the song has ended, cheers and hollering making your ears ring as he basks in the attention on stage. You can see that cocky smirk from here, his eyes dark and cheeks red as he blows you a kiss when he catches your eyes again.Â
Maybe you could use another drink after all.Â
 âââââ
Steve was sweaty from karaoke, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck, button up heâd been wearing thrown somewhere and he was sure heâd never see it again. The tank top he wore was clinging to his skin and he wished he could peel it off, the stickiness in the air of the bar doing nothing to cool him down.Â
But he saw the way you watched him up there, your eyes trained on his mouth or his hands the whole time and it made him feel electric. The way you licked your lips like he was your next meal could have him on his knees for you in an instant.Â
Heâd lost you when he got off the small stage, eyes searching through the crowd and sighing in relief when he finds you standing by the bar, chin in your palm as you swirl your drink around.Â
That relief is short-lived when he sees some douche come up beside you, a charming grin plastered on his face and his eyes dark as he takes you in. Steve sees red when he places one of his hands on your waist, his palm touching your bare skin since youâd chosen a crop top for tonight.Â
Possessiveness stirs in his belly, hands fisted at his side at the laugh you give him. Itâs fake, he can tell, but it still makes his jaw clench uncomfortably.Â
Youâre not interested in this guy, he can see that. Youâve leaned back enough to create some space between the two of you and your eyes dart around the bar quickly and he knows youâre looking for him.Â
Little did you know that even if you werenât looking for him, heâd still be there. Heâd always be there. Couldnât keep himself away from you even if he wanted to, which he didnât. Heâd become addicted to your strawberry scent and your sweet little giggles. Heâd become addicted to you.Â
Itâs when this asshole lifts his hand to brush a piece of your hair away from your face that Steve starts to move, shoulders shoving through the crowd with ease and he sees the way your body relaxes when you catch sight of him heading towards you.Â
The thought of someone else touching your skin, feeling how smooth it is and how it warms up under their touch has him gritting his teeth. His jaw twitches thinking about you looking up at someone besides him with stars in your eyes.Â
When heâs within reach he lays his hand on your exposed thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh there and placing a quick kiss on your forehead. âTold ya Iâd be right back, doll.â He doesnât acknowledge the man beside him, eyes focused on yours.Â
Your thighs clamp shut around his hand and a devious smirk plays on his lips at the feeling. âWhoâs this?â He cocks his head towards the man that had been trying to talk to you, not looking his way but finally acknowledging his presence. Douchebag is still there, watching the scene unfold in front of him with little amusement.Â
âI-I donât know. We were just talking.â Steve hums at you, eyes drinking in the little drops of sweat rolling down your neck and down your shirt. Heâs itching to lean forward and collect them on his tongue, to taste any part of you he can get his hands on.Â
You yelp when his fingers pinch at your inner thigh, hands coming up to grip his forearm in surprise. He doesnât miss the way your hips shifted forward though, searching for his touch instinctively.Â
âDonât want these boys talking to you, do you?â Heâs leaning closer to you but still talking loud enough that the prick who canât take a hint can hear him. You shake your head quickly and he smiles. âItâs because youâre my girl, isn't it baby? Want them to know youâre mine to take home, mine to play with, mine to keep.âÂ
At this point heâs not even talking for the benefit of saving you from some creep in a bar, you both know that. Heâs not just staking his claim so theyâll leave you alone, heâs telling you the truth, what you both already know but refuse to talk about. Heâs yours as much as you are his. Itâs been that way for weeks.Â
For him itâs been that way since you ripped him a new one, tore into him for being an asshole with your big round eyes that twitched in anger at his attitude.Â
Youâre nodding at him with blown out eyes, thighs still keeping his hand trapped between them. The guy youâd been talking to is long gone but neither of you seem to notice or care.Â
âSo say it.â His lips are tilted in a smirk, knowing eyes watching you shift and squirm under his stare. He feels himself thickening in his pants, head of his cock pressed up against the zipper painfully but he doesnât care. Heâd stand here in pain all night if you kept looking at him like that.Â
âIâm your girl.âÂ
His chest swells with pride, grinning down at you and watching you just eat up the unsaid praise. Youâre blooming under his gaze, chest puffing out the slightest bit and his mouth waters.Â
Itâs hard to breathe when youâre looking at him like that. His stomach feels tight and a feeling he canât quite describe takes over. He wants to feel your skin on his, to taste you, smell you, anything youâll give him. But he also feels like he could be sick, just looking at you being too much for him right now.Â
He uses his thumb to tap on your thigh so youâll open them for him, pulling his hand out and tugging on your wrist to pull you back to the middle of the dance floor. Your obedience thrills him, makes his spine tingle and heart race. He shouldâve known you were a good girl, the best one really. You donât even question him as he grips your hips in his hand, pulling you flush against him while the music booms around you.Â
Neither of you are really moving, just standing there pressed together while bodies push and move around you. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer so that he can lean down and talk in your ear where youâll hear him.Â
âSaw the way you were watching me up on the stage earlier.âÂ
Your hands are clinging to his shirt and he feels your grip tighten, smiling knowingly against your ear. He loved the way you watched him, the way your eyes never left him like you were mesmerized.Â
âYou looked good up there, like a natural.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âHmm, my rockstar.âÂ
The praise shoots down his spine and makes his body buzz. Heâs watching the way your hair flows over your shoulder and he wants to tug on it, make your head fall back and expose your throat to him.Â
You pressed against him mixed with the sticky air surrounding you is too much, his head feels fuzzy and heâs seconds away from biting on your lips and licking into your mouth.Â
âLetâs get out of here.âÂ
âââââââ
In hindsight, deciding to take the train at 1 am on a Friday night was a stupid idea. Anyone and everyone in the city chose that time to pile on. For a second youâre worried youâll lose Steve in the crowd of people but a few seconds later you feel his fingers slip through yours and tug you to his side.Â
âCanât risk losing my precious cargo.âÂ
The ringing in your ears is either from the feel of his skin touching yours or the tell tale screech of the train approaching. When it pulls up in front of you, your cringe at how crowded it already is, forehead covered in a sheen of sweat before you even step on. The doors open and Steve is pulling you through the bunches of people, tugging you through and moving you to stand in front him when he sees an opening.Â
Your back is pressed against the opposing doors and you sigh in relief at the coolness it provides. That relief is short lived when you peek over Steveâs shoulder to see more people piling on. He presses closer to you to make room and your heart thuds harshly against your chest.Â
His feet are spread slightly to be on either side of yours, arms over your head to hold on to the railing and it feels like heâs caging you in. Heâs pressed up against you completely, your chin touching his chest and lips hover near your forehead.Â
It doesnât help that his arms are on full display, button up he was wearing long gone since before karaoke and instead adorned in a white tank top thatâs like a second skin. Itâs hugging his chest and waist and itâs taking everything in you not to lean forward and nip at his arm.Â
And then youâre thinking about how he looked on stage. Pure sex as he captivated the crowd with his effortless charm and talent. You think you could watch him like that forever.Â
Fuck. All you could feel was him, his breath on your skin and his body keeping yours snug against the doors. Youâre not sure you could even move, not that you wanted to. Tilting your head back an inch you look up at him, eyes glancing over his strawberry mouth thatâs tilted into a smirk, looking up further to see how heâs watching you closely.Â
Honey eyes staring into yours scream mischief and when you breathe in you feel your knees falter, a sweetness washing over your senses. Just the smell of him was enough to have your skin tingling, hints of cherry and vanilla from where you were practically nuzzled against his throat.Â
Your hand was wrapped tightly against the pole in front of you and the feel of the cool metal against your palm did little to help with the heat you felt burning through your chest. The train lurched forward and the hand that was dangling by your side shot out to fist at the fabric of Steveâs shirt. The fucking white tank top he was wearing.Â
âEager, are we?â His tone was teasing and when you took a quick glance down to see a sliver of his stomach showing where you had his shirt tight in your grasp, your thighs squeezed together involuntarily.Â
âOh please.You just happened to be the closest thing to me, Harrington.âÂ
He feigned offense, knowing smirk never leaving his face and you stifled a groan when you felt his stomach twitch against your hand. You thought that if you had to be pressed against him for much longer you might just pass out.Â
When you look up to see you still have a few stops before yours, you release your grip on his shirt and try not to notice the disappointment that floods through you when your hold on him is gone. He seems to notice too, eyebrows furrowing for a split second before his expression goes back and heâs smiling down at you again.Â
âYa know,â He tilts his head to the side like heâs wondering about something important but his expression holds nothing good. âYou look good like this, pressed up against me all flushed and pretty.âÂ
Arousal seeps down your spine and curls around your belly like a boa constrictor, your throat all of a sudden dry and you canât seem to do anything but blink up at him.Â
âGoing dumb already? You really are precious cargo.âÂ
You have about an ounce of self control left and thatâs what keeps you from letting a whimper slip into the sticky air between you. You know he can read your emotions on your face but you try and school your features anyways, lifting your leg thatâs trapped between his and pressing your weight down on his foot.Â
It just makes his sickly sweet smile even bigger and your breath hitches when he leans down to press his lips against the shell of your ear. You dig your fingertips into your palm when he lets his tongue swipe against his bottom lip and it catches your skin as it does.Â
âTrying to hurt me, baby? Why donât you bite me next? Pretty please?â He brings his hand up between you as he talks, uses his thumb to swipe at your bottom lip and if you werenât on the fucking train youâd part your lips for him and take his thumb into your mouth. You think you want that a little too much to be so close to him right now.Â
For the first time since youâve moved here, the train is your saving grace. The doors pull open and the cool air of the night hits you, breaking you from whatever little trance Steve had put you under. It clears out enough that he can step to your side now, giving you some much needed space to try and get yourself together.Â
The chatter around you has died down and while you feel marginally more in control of yourself, the smell of Steve and the feel of his arm brushing against yours beside you is enough to keep you on your toes.Â
âCooling down over there?âÂ
âYes actually, no thanks to you.âÂ
He shrugs his shoulders innocently and if he hadnât just been whispering in your ear about liking the pain then you might actually believe the sweet look he was wearing on his face. âOops.âÂ
The next stop is yours and while youâre trying to figure out if Steve is coming with you or if youâre gonna have to figure out some weird goodbye, heâs already five steps ahead. When the train comes to a stop and the doors open heâs grabbing your hand again and pulling you out of the train and into the breeze that cools the sweat on your neck.Â
âMâgonna walk you home, okay?â You nod wordlessly, letting your hands swing gently between you as you make your way through the now quiet streets. Everyone is either deep into the city until the bars close or already tucked away in their beds after a long work week. Few people litter the streets but you donât hear much besides the buzz of the train pulling away and the soft hum coming from the person beside you.Â
It doesnât take long before you reach your building nestled in between two others that look just like it and while you fumble through your bag for your keys you feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.Â
âYouâve been awfully quiet since we left the bar.âÂ
A noncommittal hum is all you give him and heâs not a fan of that, reaching forward and plucking your apartment key from between your fingers before you even register whatâs happening. You reach out automatically but heâs pulling back and out of your reach.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhy what?â You know what heâs asking and youâre just making this harder for the both of you but heâs had you so on edge since he got on stage and was allâŚrockstar and sex that youâre scared about what might come out of your mouth if youâre not careful.Â
âWhy have you been so quiet since we left the bar?âÂ
âNot much to say I guessâŚâ
âBullshit.âÂ
You blink at him owlishly, lips parted in surprise but you canât deny the little tingle that starts at your toes and makes its way up your body at him calling you out. âExcuse me?â Your voice sounds pathetic and breathless to your own ears at this point so you can only imagine how you look to Steve right now.Â
âI call bullshit. Donât think I havenât seen the way you blush every time you make eye contact or you look at my arms,â Fuck he caught you. âOr the way you clench those pretty thighs everytime I whisper in your ear or get a little too close to you.âÂ
Your chest is rising and falling harshly and if he wasnât taking up every inch of your brain right now youâd be embarrassed by how he had you panting at him. Any confusion he had vanishes and you curse yourself for being so easy for him to read. Like a fucking open book.Â
âOh thatâs it. Scared of what might come out of that pouty little mouth, arenât you? You listen to me talk to you all sweet and dirty and it just makes you all dumb, doesnât it? Sâcute. Youâre cute.â
âShut up! YouâŚyou idiot.â It was a weak attempt at a comeback and you felt yourself scrunch your nose at yourself while Steve chuckled. He stepped closer, his hands on his hips as he looked down at you.Â
âThatâs the best you got?â You were toe to toe nowâliterallyâand you felt yourself shrinking under his gaze. You hated how good he was at making you squirm, how you felt his words on your skin like standing under the sun in the summer heat. But most of all you despised that you didnât hate it at all.
âYouâre an asshole, you know that? A big one.âÂ
He flashed his teeth at you, hand going up to his chest like your words hurt him. âOooh there ya go, thatâs a little better. But if youâre gonna call me names, Iâve got some you can try. How about daddââ
âSteve!â You practically hissed at him, smacking his shoulder and huffing like a child at the way he laughed loudly at your expense. He laughed so hard there were little crinkles in the corner of his eyes, grin so big his dimples popped out and you had to stop yourself from poking at it.Â
âAlright, alright. No need to get violent, baby. At least take me to dinner first.â Rolling your eyes you snatched your key from him while he was occupied, turning to your door and muttering under your breath. Asshole. Jerk. Moron. Hot. Hot. Hot.Â
He laid his hand on your shoulder softly to get your attention and when you turned back he was rolling his lips together, trying to keep his amusement at bay for your sake. He had a way of doing that youâd noticed, looking like a little puppy dog when he wanted to. You hated how much it worked.Â
âMâdone, I swear. For tonight at least. Thanks for coming out with me, I had a lot of fun.âÂ
âI did too, even if youâre a pest.âÂ
âOh câmon, you love it.â I do. God I love it so much itâs kind of sick.Â
âIn your dreams, Harrington,â You knew you set yourself up when he opened his mouth, that gleam in his eye that meant nothing but trouble. You beat him to it though, and the little pout he wore made you melt. âText me when you get home safe, okay? And thanks for walking me home.âÂ
âAnytime, sweetheart.âÂ
Reaching up like he was going to sweep you hair out of your eyes, he mustâve changed his mind because he pinched your cheek instead, laughing to himself when you grumbled at him and smacked his hand away.Â
Youâd watched as he walked away, watched until you couldnât see him anymore before you finally went inside, trudging up the stairs to your apartment and feeling your nerves settle once you were finally alone.
It was like you could breathe again, that ache youâd felt all night still thumping but more dull now than it had been in his presence. You finally felt cool and relaxed. Until your phone buzzed about twenty minutes later.Â
Steve: Made it home safe and sound. Not a scratch on me.
Steve: Well besides the ones you left on me when you were pawing at me on the train!Â
Y/n: Idiot!Â
Steve: We really need to work on expanding your vocabulary. Maybe I could tutor you. :)
Steve: Whoops I meant ;), itâs hard to type one handed.Â
You gasped and you swear youâd just burst into flames from how hot your face felt staring down at your phone. Was heâŚhe wouldnât. But did you mind if he did? No. Fuck, no. But you couldnât just let him know that.Â
Y/n: Steve Harrington you are sick!Â
Steve: What?? Iâm eating cereal and texting you! Trying to multitask here.Â
Steve: Get your mind out of the gutter you filthy girl.Â
Heâd played you and you took the bait so easily! At this point you should know heâd take any opportunity to embarrass you, you both knew you loved it. He loved getting you all flushed and squirmy and you loved pretending like it didnât light you up inside.Â
Now you were thinking about him touching himself, your thighs sore from squeezing together and your heart racing. You wanted to know how he looked doing it, what he sounded likeâŚJesus Christ you needed to get a grip. It wasnât until your phone buzzed in your hand that you realized you hadnât texted him back.Â
Steve: Your cheeks are all hot, arenât they?
Oh fuck off.Â
Y/n: No! They have no reason to be!Â
Steve: Oh they definitely are. Youâre all hot and bothered thinking about me only using one hand to text you. Youâve got a dirty mind!
He was taunting you, you knew that. Baiting you and wrapping it up with a nice shiny bow. And youâd take it every time.Â
Y/n: You knew what you were doing! You set me up.Â
Steve: Little olâ me? As if Iâd ever do such a thing! Iâm offended youâd even suggest that.Â
Just imagining the shit eating grin he was wearing riled you up even more, your blood pumping and your fingers twitching as you typed furiously back to him.Â
Y/n: Playing innocent wonât work with me, Harrington. I know your tricks and they only make my cheeks red because they piss me off! Go fuck yourself, idiot!Â
Steve: You wanna watch? ;)Â
You thought about throwing your phone at the wall, watching it smash into a thousand tiny pieces and letting every trace of that arrogant, smug, hot asshole wash away. But you were not so secretly relishing in the back and forth, your tummy a ball of excitement.Â
Y/n: In your dreams.Â
His reply was instant and it made you fist your bed sheets tight, toes curling in your socks and if you were standing youâd be sure to fall to your knees.Â
Steve: Oh you know it, baby.Â
Steve: Maybe next time. Youâve been a dirty girl calling me all those mean names. Come kiss it better?
When a picture came in seconds after his last reply you dropped your phone to your bed, eyes wide and pulse thumping in your ears as you took in the image before you.Â
Steve lying on his bed, shirtless. He was lying against his navy blue pillowcase, one arm thrown behind his head and he showed just enough of his torso for you to see a patch of chest hair that made your fingernails dig so deep into your palm you were surprised you didnât draw blood. His hair was tousled like heâd tugged at it and his mouth held the most perfect little pout. You assumed thatâs what you were supposed to be kissing better.Â
It had been several minutes since youâd moved so it didnât make sense why your breathing was so heavy and why there was sweat gathering at the base of your neck. All you could think of was leaving your mark over his chest and shoulders, deep purple spots that you know heâd wear with a proud smile on his face.Â
If he could see you nowâŚyouâd never hear the end of it.Â
Y/n: Meh.Â
He must have been sitting there waiting for your reply, the three little dots popping up almost instantly after you hit send.Â
Steve: Meh????Â
Steve: It took you 10 minutes to reply with meh??
Steve: Liar.Â
A sick satisfaction coursed through you and you felt a small sense of victory reading his replies. If you didnât know any better youâd say Steve was a little upset at your lack of reaction.Â
Y/n: It took me 10 minutes because I wasnât waiting by my phone for your reply. And Iâm not a liar, just not overly impressed.Â
You were a liar. A huge lying liar who was only able to do this over text because if he was in front of youâd have been stumbling over your words and blushing like an idiot.Â
And that little victory you had lasted all of 2 minutes because when your phone started ringing, that ball of dread from forever ago came barreling back into you harder and faster than before.Â
Pressing accept you held the phone up to your ear and tried to get your breathing under control. You were gonna blow your cover quickly if you didnât.Â
âH-hello?âÂ
âNot impressed, hm?â There was an edge to his voice, one you didnât recognize but it had a sense of sternness, of authority that had your hands twitching in your lap.Â
âNope. Sorry.â The words practically squeaked out of you, the less you said the better when it came to Steve. If you spoke too much heâd be able to know what you were thinking, he probably already did. You swore he had some magical powers or something.Â
âReally? And youâre sure? I only ask because earlier just looking at my arms had you panting like a dog at my feet.âÂ
Your face burned with humiliation and you cursed yourself for the way it turned you on. Fuck. Any control you had was quickly unraveling and falling apart in front of you.Â
âSteve, Iââ
âBecause when it took you so long to reply, you know what I thought? I thought youâd slipped your hand into your panties like some perv. That was my theory, but I can admit it when Iâm wrong.âÂ
âI-I wasnât! Iâm not I justââ
âBut you thought about it, didnât you?âÂ
And well of course you had. How could you not when he looked like he did and when you could practically hear him in your ear whispering filthy, teasing things.Â
You pictured him now, standing at the foot of your bed with his shirt off and his hands on his hips. How heâd shake his head at you, scolding you like a teacher scolding their student for not doing their homework. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he riles you up and it leaves you reeling.Â
âI, well Iââ
âJust a yes or no, doll. Did you think about it?âÂ
âYes.â It comes out in a whisper, hanging in the air and you should want to take it back, to tell him no and hang up but you donât. You sit there and bask in it, the embarrassment, the arousal. You sit and wait for him to give you somethingâlike a dog waiting for a treat.Â
âThatâs what I thought. Now that weâve got that settled, Iâm beat! Youâve kept me up far past my bedtime. Goodnight, perv. Iâll talk to you tomorrow.âÂ
Before you can get a word out, a plea or a curse or anything heâs hanging up the phone and leaving you with your mouth hanging open and an ache so intense it makes your head spin.Â
Idiot. Asshole. Jerk. Hot. Hot. Hot.Â
Heâs left you speechless, sitting there still on your bed with your phone in your hand and your mind running a thousand miles a minute. Youâre aching and wet, embarrassingly wet, and you feel a need for him so deep in your bones itâs making you feel insane.Â
A knock on your front door startles you, itâs harsh and quick and your pulse spikes immediately. Holding your phone in your hand you make your way through the living room, a seed of worry nestled in your stomach because who would be here knocking on your door at almost 3 am.Â
Who besides Steve, of course.Â
Just as youâre moving close to look through the peephole, he calls your name from the other side of the door. Excitement pools low in your belly, hairs on your arm standing tall at the promise of him just inches away. Pulling open the door youâre met with the same Steve youâd left just a short time ago, but now heâs wearing a pair of basketball shorts that hang low on his hips and his hair is still damp from the shower youâre sure heâs taken. A pink t-shirt is stretched over his broad shoulders and thereâs a simple silver chain hanging around his neck.Â
How does he always look this good? You donât say anything, opting to step to the side and allow him through and he steps in wordlessly, giving your arm a squeeze when he passes by.Â
Closing the door behind him, you watch as he makes his way to your room and you stand there dumbfounded, wondering what the fuck is going on and why he hasnât said a word to you after showing up at your door at 3 am.Â
Following him is a simple choice, one that leads you to your room to see Steve sitting on the edge of your bed with his legs spread wide, hands behind him flat on the comforter while he leans back the slightest bit. Heâs stunning and it has you fighting the urge to sing to your knees on the carpet in front of him.Â
It feels like a staring contest between the two of you. But instead of looking in your eyes, Steve is letting his gaze run over your body. Youâre in an oversize shirt that reaches about mid thigh, nothing underneath but a pair of panties that Steve ruined hours ago.Â
He finally meets your eyes, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth that makes you feel jittery. âW-what are you doing here?â You canât help but to stumble over your words when heâs looking at you like that. Like he could take a bite out of you.Â
âWhat do you think?âÂ
âMissed me already, Harrington?âÂ
âAlways.â Some of the smugness he carries with him has melted away with the admission and it makes your heart swell in your chest. The thought of him missing you provides a surge of warmth through your body.Â
âI missed you too,â Your voice is timid, his stare making you feel exposed to him, âbut I thought you were going to bed.âÂ
âWell that was my plan, but I couldnât fall asleep knowing you were over here making a mess because of me and not come help clean it up.âÂ
Your toes curl into the carpet below you and you hope it will be able to ground you a little when you feel soâŚyou donât even know what you feel. Your stomach is twisting and your palms are sweaty and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.Â
One of his hands lifts to motion you forward and you do so without hesitation, your feet carrying you to him instantly. When you get close enough you go to get on your knees instinctively and he stops you with a small, proud smile. âNo, no, Iâm here to take care of you, baby.â And while the notion fills you with excitement, you canât help but feel a little upset that you wonât get to put your mouth on him.Â
And of course this just makes him smile even bigger, eyes bright as he takes in your frown and canât help but shake his head at you.Â
âBefore we do anything I justâŚI want you to know I care about you, yeah? This isnât some one night thing for me. I want everyday with you, everyday that youâll give me.âÂ
âI care about you too, Steve. I think that was obvious when I scrubbed all the paint off that plate after I saw that text on your phone,â He huffs a small laugh at you, hands settled on your hips, âYouâve become such an important part of my life and IâI like you a lot, even when youâre mean to me.âÂ
He scoffs like the idea is foreign, playful glint in his eye the whole time and it drives you crazy. He has that look, the one that tells you heâs about to say something that will either make you hit him or drop back down to your knees.Â
âCome give daddy a kiss then.âÂ
Itâs the former, hand coming up to smack at his chest hard despite the way the name makes your stomach clench and your spine tingle. He just laughs, loud and steady, pulling you down onto his lap and smashing his lips against yours.Â
His lips are just as soft as youâd dreamed about, full and slick with spit and you feel yourself pulse when he smiles into the kiss. His nose bumps with yours, his hands sliding from your waist to your hair and letting his fingers tug and pull while you push closer to him.Â
âFuckâyou taste so good.â You donât even realize the words come from you until you feel Steve groan against you, tongue sweeping across your bottom lip as if to taste you too.Â
When you finally have to pull back for air, your forehead is pressed against his and you both try and catch your breath. He looks like a dream, mouth shiny and swollen, eyes glazed over as he takes you in. He tastes sweet, the kind of taste you crave at the end of the day or when you need a pick me up. Or just because.Â
Heâs shifted back a little so youâre not hanging off him and the edge of the bed, your thighs wrapped around his hips and your chests almost touching from how close you are. Heâs tugging at the ends of your shirt, trying to pull it off but itâs trapped between your thighs and his. You lean up just enough for him to pull it free, tugging it over your head with ease.Â
What youâve managed to forget in the heat of the moment, what Steve doesnât know but is quick to find out is the little secret no one but Robin knows aboutâand she only knows because you needed moral support.Â
âOh holy fuck,â Youâve never seen his eyes so wide and his mouth is dropped open so big itâs almost kind of scary. Somehow youâd forgotten your nipples were pierced, maybe it was from Steve kissing you stupid, youâre not sure. But heâs looking at your tits now like heâs got gold in front of him.Â
Your mouth opens to tease him but before you can speak heâs moving his hand to cover your mouth, eyes never leaving your boobs and you have to laugh against him.Â
âDonâtâyou canât say a thing right now or Iâll cum in my pants.â He sounds so serious, so pained that you whine against his hand all greedy and impatient. âJesus fuckinâ Christ. Prettiest tits Iâve ever seen, doll. Think I could cum from just lookinâ at em for too long.âÂ
You nod eagerly against his hand, the idea of that turning you on even more than you thought possible. He finally removes his hand but only because he canât hold out on touching you any longer. His palms come up to cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and you sigh in relief at the feeling of his touch. He uses two fingers to tug gently at the little silver barbell that runs through them, watching your face for your reaction and you donât disappoint. Your mouth falls open, a small moan slipping out and your hands grip his shoulders tight.Â
âFuck me. God youâre perfect, so pretty and sweet for me. Shit, mâlosing my goddamn mind here, baby.â Half his words are almost slurred, attention moving between your tits and your face as he tugs and thumbs at your nipples. The furrow in his brow makes him look genuinely concerned and you throb at the thought of him being so mesmerized by you.Â
Heâs so occupied with your pretty tits in his face he doesnât notice when you slide back a little, a few inches of space between you now. Youâve been soaked and aching for far too long and you think if he doesnât touch you in the next few seconds you might cry.Â
You move one of your hands to grab his, tugging it from your nipple and sliding it down between you to press against the front of your panties. Theyâre messy, your thighs sticky and you hope he understands your not so subtle hint.Â
He does, cursing at the feel of how wet and hot you are even through the thin layer separating him from you. âPoor thing, didnât even know someone could be this messy.â Your hips shift, desperately trying to get his fingers to catch on your clit. âWho made you this desperate, huh? Was it that prick from the bar?âÂ
Youâre shaking your head but itâs not enough for him, hand moving away and you gasp, pulling it back and giving him what he wants. âYou. Itâs youâyou did this to me.âÂ
Instead of saying anything he dips his fingers past the band of your panties, both of you groaning at the contact. He circles your clit twice, thighs twitching around him before heâs dipping down to your sopping hole, teasing his finger there before swiping through your slit to collect some of the slick thatâs there.Â
You want to whine when he pulls his hand out but it fades away at the sight of his glistening fingers, how he studies them for a minute before slipping them into his mouth and humming in content.Â
âWay better than mint chocolate chip.âÂ
Next thing you know heâs slipping his hand back between you, the imprint of his knuckles against your panties hot enough to make you drool down his chest.Â
Thumb pressed to your clit he moves in slow circles, just enough pressure to make you need more, pressing down onto his hand and trying to swivel your hips. âWant you, Steve. Need you.âÂ
âI know baby, gotta stretch you out first.â At the same time heâs speaking heâs slipping his middle finger inside of you with no resistance and itâs not enough. Itâs like he has a connection to your mind, slipping another finger in immediately and you feel that ache start to untangle itself the slightest bit.Â
With two of his much larger fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit, you already feel the signs of an orgasm building deep in your belly. You feel that burn all over, grinding down onto him in search of that pressure thatâll make your eyes roll back. Itâs when he curls his fingers that you lurch forward, face nuzzling his neck as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision blur.Â
âS-steve..â Youâre almost there already, walls clamping down on his fingers and holding them inside while he speeds up on your clit. Thereâs a twitch in your thighs that he noticed, hushed praises in your ear when that string begins to fray, threatening to snap in seconds.Â
And then it stops.Â
Thereâs no more curling his fingers and his thumb is still on your clit. You pull back just enough to curse at him, his hand wet and sticky with evidence of just how much you were enjoying that. But when you see his face you know youâre fucked. Heâs got that shine in his eyes that screams trouble, a devious little smirk on his lips as he watches the frustration build behind your eyes.Â
âSomething to say, sweetheart?â Heâs taunting you, daring you to curse at himâbut you donât. You canât fathom the idea of him taking this all away so you remain quiet, shaking your head at him and hoping your obedience will pay off soon. He nods at you as if to say âthatâs what I thoughtâ, hand coming up to tuck your face back into the crook of his neck as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you again.Â
Youâre glad he canât see the way your cheeks turn bright red because you can hear how wet you are, the small little noise it makes every time he drives his fingers back into has you pressing further into him. He has goosebumps on skin from the feel of your hot breath against his throat from where youâre practically panting, little open mouthed kisses left for as far as you can reach.Â
It doesnât take long before that feeling is building back up, stronger than before and you curse against his skin. âSnug little cunt, greedy for it, isnât she?â You think you chant a whispered âyesâ into him but you canât be sure, overwhelmed by the tight, quick circles heâs rubbing on your swollen clit and the wave of pleasure you feel beginning to wash over you.Â
And then it stops again.Â
This time you canât help the whine that slips out, hands fisting his t-shirt as you writhe in his lap. He chuckles in your ear, smooth and teasing and it makes you mortified when you feel yourself drip down his hand at his meanness.Â
âYou can handle one more time, yeah? Then Iâll give you my cock.â The promise of finally being full of him is enough to push down your frustrations, eagerness and excitement taking over. He lets you get away with a nod, picking up a faster pace than before and you think itâs not for you, but that his patience is wearing thin.Â
Heâs rubbing harshly against that sponges spot inside of you with every pass of his fingers, your mouth dropped open with no sound coming out as you try and hold off. Itâs too much, too intense and you feel lightheaded at how every nerve in your body is lit up and buzzing.
But apparently he knows your body better than you do, stopping just seconds before you begin to tip over and your shoulders sag in relief and annoyance at the same time.Â
âPlease, please.â Theyâre quiet little pleas that he can't even hear but can feel against his skin and he coos at you. Itâs condescending and should piss you off but instead has you nudging your nose against his for comfort.Â
âTold ya Iâd give you my cock, honey. Lay down and let me see you.â You move to lay back, watching him stand over you and strip his shirt and shorts off. Heâd forgone underwear and you thank god for that. The sight of his cock, hard and shiny with precum as your thighs falling open for him automatically. He notices this, of course he does. Heâs thick and youâre suddenly very grateful for the prep he just did, you donât think heâd fit otherwise.Â
When he leans down to pull a condom from the back pocket of his shortsâpresumptuous cocky bastardâyou feel the urge to stop him but refrain. Youâre already crossing all these invisible lines, you need to have at least some self control. Even though youâre desperate to feel him bare. Youâre captivated by him, watching him roll the condom on and clenching around nothing as he hisses through his teeth at the contact.Â
Seeing him for the first time, how hard and flushed he is makes you regret even more not getting your mouth on him. Next time, you promise yourself. Youâd thought youâd be nervous for this, but you think youâre too overwhelmed with a need for him that thereâs no room left to be nervous or anxious.Â
Climbing on the bed he moves between your open legs, hands on either side of your head as he holds himself up over you. His cock is lying against you, head touching your clit and itâs making it impossible to lie still. âYou still want this?â His face is serious, and you want to squish his cheeks at his consideration for you despite his hard cock pressing against you.Â
âPlease, Steve. I want thisâI need you.â Itâs all the confirmation he needs, reaching one hand between you to take his cock, running it through your slit and groaning at the way you twitch below him. After bumping it against your clit he moves down to your entrance, pushing in the slightest bit and squeezing his eyes shut at the feel of you clenching down on him.Â
The burn of him pushing forward stings, but itâs a welcome pain that has you gripping the sheets below you, looking for something to steady you when you feel like youâll float away. âKeep going, please keep going.â Youâre pleading below him, mouth dropping open when he pushes in. He has to pause when heâs in all the way, his patch of public hair at the base of his cock catching at your clit and you gasp.Â
âFuck fuck fuck,â His forehead is pressed against your cheek, his teeth scraping against the edge of your jaw as he tried to collect himself. âI donâtâshit I donât know howâgoddamn baby, never felt anything this good before in my life.âÂ
He throbs inside of you when you whine, craning your neck up just an inch to take the silver chain dangling above you between your teeth. âFuckinâ hell, gonna kill me.â You lift your hips off the bed, urging him to move and moan around the chain when he slips deeper inside of you. He pulls himself up to look at you, hair falling around your head like an angel with blotchy cheeks and fucked out eyes.Â
Thrusting forward, the tip of his cock nudges against that spot inside of you and you clench around him so hard his arms almost give out above you. This has been building up for weeks and with the way he edged you earlier, you wonât last long. He knows as much, thrusting into you and using one hand to rub sloppy circles on your clit.Â
âFeel like Iâm having deja vu, having you pressed against me like this, yeah?â It was just hours ago you were on the train, a few more layers between you but pressed up against him all the same.Â
The chain pops from your mouth when he moves your hands to lay beside your head, lacing your fingers together as he stretches over you. Your piercings press against his chest just right and it has your tummy tightening, the added friction enough to have your head spinning.Â
He looks mouthwatering above you, hair out of place and falling over his forehead. His cheeks are flushed and heâs holding his bottom lip between his teeth as he moves between watching your face and the way your tits bounce with every thrust of his cock. Thereâs little drops of sweat running down his sculpted nose and slipping onto your chest, your cute little gasps hitting his ears.Â
You know youâre done for when he leans down, lips pressed to your ear and his harsh breath tickling your skin.Â
âTakinâ your daddyâs cock so well, arenât you, doll?âÂ
Eyes screwed shut you claw at his shoulders, his name leaving your lips in a curse and you both can see the way the nickname makes your face flush a shade darker of red, eyes turning dark and fingers digging into him. âDirty girl, acting like you donât like it when I can feel you making a mess of me, this pretty little pussy hugging me tight when I call myself daddy.âÂ
âFu-fuck, Steve. Gonna cumâmâgonna cum.â Your words are hushed and quick in his air, rope beginning to snap and if he stops right now you might actually kill him.Â
âGo ahead, soak my cock, pretty girl. Show me who I belong to, yeah?â Itâs all it takes, rope snapping and sparks shooting down to your toes as you tug at his hair, your thighs tight as your orgasm crashes through you. It feels like it goes on forever, your body taught and ears buzzing and you can barely make out the faint curses coming from above you.Â
He belongs to you, and he will as long as heâll have you.
You feel yourself start to come back down, your chin pinched in between Steveâs fingers and heâs looking at you like heâs seeing the first snowfall of the year. His thrusts are getting sloppy, hips grinding into yours and his breaths uneven and sharp. âWhereâŚwhere do you want it baby?âÂ
Not sure that you can make coherent sentences right now, you reach up to cup your breasts, Steveâs eyes widening before the most pitiful cry leaves his lips. He thrusts into you one, two, three more times and each one has you gasping below him as aftershocks of your orgasm zing through you.Â
He pulls out quickly, pulling off the condom with a sharp inhale and you think he looks good like this, all desperate and pathetic for you like you always are for him. You urge him forward, fingers digging into his hips and trying to pull him up your body. He moves easily, coming up so heâs barely resting any weight on your belly, knees on either side of your chest.Â
You cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and pushing them together below him. Heâs looking at you from under his lashes, eyes hooded and lips parted in a silent gasp. It only takes two quick strokes before whatâs been building at the base of his spine snaps and heâs cursing above you, ropes of white covering your chest and neck and catching the piercings too.Â
âPerfect, youâre so perfectâshit.â He works himself through it slowly, his cock twitching and his fingers covered in cum from where itâs dribbled over his fist. Heâs staring down at you with an intensity that makes you blush, eyes taking in every inch of you thatâs marked with him.Â
âLook like a fuckinâ dream with these pretty tits covered in my cum. Fuck, doll, Iâm gonna think about this for the rest of my life.âÂ
All you can do is smile stupidly below him, your heart bursting and your body thoroughly exhausted. He leans down and presses a quick peck to your cheek before heâs shifting off the bed, running to the bathroom and washing off his hand before he comes back with a warm rag, sitting beside you so he can clean you up. His hand hovers over you and you roll your eyes at the little pout heâs wearing as he looks at your boobs.Â
âAre you seriously pouting over cleaning off my boobs right now?âÂ
âWho wouldnât be? They look so pretty like this.âÂ
You reach for the rag with a giggle to do it yourself but he pulls his hand back, shaking his head at you and begrudgingly wiping his cum off your chest with a little sigh thatâs a little endearing.Â
Once you're cleaned up and the condom is in the trash he helps you up so he can pull back the comforter, both of you snuggling in under the coversânaked at his request. His chest is pressed to your back, his heartbeat felt against your skin and it makes you smile into your pillow.Â
His skin is warm against yours, fingers laced beside your head and you lift your chin to place quick kisses against his knuckles.Â
âNow thatâs the kind of reward I could get used to.âÂ
âSteve!â
ââââ-
Itâs the next day and thereâs a soreness between your thighs that has you smiling to yourself while you get ready. You remember this morning, how you woke up to the sight of honey brown hair nestled between your thighs, coaxing you out of your sleep with his tongue on your clit.Â
The best kind of pain, where youâll feel him for days when you walk or when you sit down. It brings a blush to your skin and memories youâll think about forever to your mind.Â
He left shortly after, both of you needing to be away from each other so you could actually get ready for the lunch you had planned with Robin and Eddie this afternoon.Â
A feeling of nervousness settles within you as you get ready for this lunch. Itâs not that you want to keep this from Rob and Eddie, but youâre not what youâd even tell them! These nerves were much more about you and Steve then they were your friends.Â
Would you tell them youâre dating? That you like each other? That youâre just fucking around? This is what made you anxious, what had your hands twisting in your lap on the train and had you so distracted you stumbled right into Eddie outside of the restaurant.Â
âWoah! Caught ya.â He steadies you, smiling down into your worried eyes and a little bit of that anxiety seeps out of you. This is your friend, one of your best friends! Who cares whatâs going on, maybe heâll have some insight that you canât see for yourself.Â
Eddie leads you into the place, a booth in the back already holding Robin and Steve. Theyâre both on one side of it and you can see from here that Steveâs unhappy about not getting to sit by you.Â
You slide in so youâre closest to the wall, legs knocking with Steveâs under the table and the small amount of contact soothes some of the turmoil happening inside of you.Â
Everything is going good, things feel normalâbesides the subtle winks Steve sends your way to get you blushingâand youâre not even worried anymore. The table in front of you is filled with food, everyone reaching over and grabbing whatever sounds good. Arms are crossed over each other and hands get tangled when you reach for fries or mozzarella sticks or an onion ring.Â
Robin is going on about something, youâre not sure what youâve kind of zoned out a little if youâre being honest, when you feel Steve staring at you. You look up to his brows furrowed, confusion laced in his features and you quirk your brow at him, wondering what has him looking at you like that.Â
Itâs when Eddie speaks up beside you, cutting Robin off and bringing everyoneâs attention to him that it makes sense, âHarrington, I appreciate the love but can you stop trying to play footsies with me under the table?âÂ
Steveâs face flames and you canât help the laugh that bubbles up and out of your mouth, hands coming up to try and smother how loud it is. But Steve doesnât recover fast enough, eyes darting to yours sheepishly and thatâs when it clicks for Eddie.Â
âOh. My. God.âÂ
Three sets of eyes fly to Eddie. Robin is confused. You and Steve are looking at Eddie as he looks between the two of you, mouth dropped open in shock and you curse yourself for the storm thatâs coming.Â
âWhat?â Itâs Robin that speaks first, eyes darting between the three of you quickly. You and Steve keep quiet, trying not to give yourselves away but itâs no use. âOh my god.â Thereâs Eddie again, sinister smirk on his lips as he takes his time taking in your pink cheeks and the way Steve wonât make eye contact with him.Â
âOh for the love of god! Someone tell me whatâs going on. I am not a mind reader.âÂ
âRobin, you wonât believe it. These two finally fucked.â A chorus of noises fill your small corner of the restaurant, booth creaking underneath you from where Eddie is practically bouncing in his seat. Robin squeals, hands going to grip Steveâs arms. Steve sighs, letting Robin tug him around like a rag doll in a fit of her excitement. And you gasp, smacking Eddie in the chest the way you do to Steve all the time.Â
But neither of you deny it and that alone sends waves of relief through you. Not that you think Steve would, especially with the way heâs gotten over his bit of embarrassment, adorning his signature smirk and a look of pride as the people around him freak out.Â
You donât know how bad Steve wants to show you off, tell the world and scream it from the rooftops how lucky he is to even get to be around you. Youâre everything heâs ever wanted, sweet and kind but not afraid to challenge him and call him out for his bullshit. God, heâs obsessed with you.Â
Eddieâs rubbing at his chest where you hit him, pouting like a child as if it actually hurt. You hope it did. âDamn, sheâs got some force behind those hits,â He looks from you to Steve, eyes lighting up and you know whatâs coming before he even opens his mouth, âbut you love it, donât ya big boy?âÂ
Your head falls forward to rest in your palm, eyes closed as you try and pretend you're anywhere but here. You think you hear Robin gag from across the table and it forces a laugh out of you. Eyes lifting to meet Steveâs, his teeth are showing and heâs shaking his head like he knows a secret no one else does. His words fill the space around you and make your skin heat under his stare.Â
âOh you have no idea.â ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
(save me steve harrington in a tank top)
@aheadfullofsteverogers i remembered and hope you enjoy đ
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the thing about steve harrington is that he's one of the most compelling characters of all time. he starts the show an extremely popular jock and now he's got two friends: a girl he had a crush on that turned out to be a lesbian and a fourteen year old. the only fight he's ever won in his life was against a soviet spy. he keeps a bat full of nails in his car. he barely graduated high school. he beat up a racist. he's terrible at flirting. he has daddy issues. he spends an entire season wearing a little sailor outfit, hat included. and he's even bisexual
#i think you guys take the mom steve thing too far in fanon but i do see where you're coming from#caught between steve dying in s5 would be narratively compelling and steve dying in s5 would mortally wound me#steve is just my special little guy. my babygirl even.#stranger things#steve harrington
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but don't you remember? (august, honey, you were mine)
ďš season four of "come home"
it's senior year and everything has changed. though steve harrington is now your boyfriend, not all of the change has been good. jonathan is gone, dustin is pulling away, the party is divided, and max's sunken eyes remind you of her brother's. all the change threatens to suffocate you. then one phone call, multiple dead bodies, and a song from your past changes everything you thought you once knew. time has never been your friend, especially when it reopens old wounds. (which only complicates things between you and steve). (and the upside down makes everything worse). (as usual).
episode one - the hellfire club: el writes to you as if youre her husband away at war, you debate the intricate nature of liking boobies with robin and steve, lucas is your beloved while eddie munson is your sworn enemy, steve accidentally exposes your (horribly hidden) daddy issues, dustin is an angsty teen, and jonathan really loves to drop emotional bombshells on you. can you believe this all happens in one day ? lol cheers to senior year !
episode two - vecnas curse: you and billy play marco polo, max interrupts a saturday morning breakfast at the henderson household, robin crushes steves dream of becoming a 1950s housewife, reefer rick has an odd taste in movies, boathouses are creepy in the dark, and eddie munson likes it when you pull his hair.
episode three - the monster and the superhero: you and steve can never have a normal conversation, dustin threatens nasa, eddie sadly eats his cereal because youre mean to him, youre once again nancys biggest fan, dustin and steve have an awkward heart to heart, and you and max become felons together and trauma bond (again) !
episode four - dear billy: steve almost hits lucas with a lamp, you try to trick your boyfriend into a gloomy arrangement, steve and nancy have a Talk, robin suddenly becomes an academic weapon, and max threatens legal action, gets really into hallmark cards, and levitating. all in that order.
episode five - the nina project: you and dustin steal pancakes to spite ted wheeler, steve just wants one morning of peace, nancy takes you to a haunted house, cobwebs are surprisingly intimate to remove from someone, and vecna decides to play flashlight tag with everyone. hes so sweet :)
episode six - the dive: dustin rejects the pity pringles you offer, eddie is straight up not having a good time, nancy does some investigative journalism about you and steve (gossips with robin), and steve suddenly decides he wants to take up scuba diving. for some reason. but hey ! title drop time !
episode seven - the massacre at hawkins lab: bats are really fucking annoying to fight, you always somehow end up critically injured, nancy carries the group on her back as always, eddie gives steve relationship advice (embarassing, tbh), interdimensional bike riding is lowkey fun, and you take a trip down memory lane.
â last updated: 11/3/24
â season four title based on this song x
â blurbs set within "come home" can be found here x
â âcome homeâ season masterlist
*note: this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, âcome homeâ, and other seasons can be found linked above :)
#steve harrington x henderson!reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#stranger things#steve harrington fanfic#stranger things rewrite#slowburn#angst#bdyr masterlist#ch season four#m's writing#holy hell we're at 4 already#my god#this season is .... a lot
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đđĄđ (đđđđ˛) đ đđđ ⨠â a steve harrington one shot fic
modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader
Summary: Itâs hard to find âforeverâ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that â a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.
disclaimers â fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by âHoneyâ,
NSFW â very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve
word count â 6.0k words
âSo⌠whatâs your favorite color?â
Itâs the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool â and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harringtonâs favorite color is a good âprecursor questionâ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.
âCerulean,â the handsome stranger from across the table replies.
âWhatâs that?â
âItâs a type of blue.â
âYou couldâve just said blue.â
âWhatâs the fun in that?â
You issue him a touchĂŠ type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bumpâŚa bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasnât even present to participate in.
Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.
And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours â once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world â to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.
Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.
And Steve Harringtonâs baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isnât a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.
Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that youâve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steveâs luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. Itâs all youâve ever wanted.
âYour stomach feeling okay?â Steve inquires.
âYeah,â you smile. âI just like touching it sometimes. It still doesnât feel real.â
When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.
Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars alignedâŚ
âSo I was thinkingâŚwhen youâre in whatâs considered a âsafeâ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester⌠we can do cute pregnancy announcements,â Steve suggests.
Your eyes glimmer at the thought.
âAs coparents of course!â Steve makes sure to add. âA-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but Iâm just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thingâŚ.pink frosting, obviously for girlâŚâ
âAnd cerulean for boy,â you smirk at him, finishing his thought.
He chuckles at your comment. âYes, cerulean for boy.â
You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.
When youâre done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.
âThank you,â you whisper into his ear. âYouâve made my dream come true.â
âI am just as indebted,â Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. âIâve always wanted to be a father.â
You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steveâs plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple âI see youâ hug can do for somebody.
Finally, Steve pulls away.
âListen, uh, Honey,â he says. âI hope this doesnât sound weird because technically we donât really know each otherâŚbut I already care about you so deeply. Youâre the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.â
âI care about you too Steve,â you beam at him. âAnd I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. Iâm so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.â
And that is all thatâs said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.
âSo howâd it go?â
Youâre over at your best friend, Eddieâs apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone â and tragedy â that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.
âI like him!â you exclaim. âHeâs very sweet.â
âDo you trust him as your Baby Daddy?â
âIf I didnât, itâd be a little too late for that Iâm afraid.â
Eddie wouldâve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, youâd trust him in being fully present in the childâs life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didnât want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the âFun Unclesâ or as he calls them âFunclesâ instead, and Steve is the dad.
âBut yeah I like Steve,â you circle back. âHeâs funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.â
Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. âHe uses big words.â
âYeah, like cerulean.â
Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. âWhatâs that?â
âItâs a type of blue,â you smirk back at him.
He releases a theatrical gasp. âGround-breaking.â
Your banter is cut short when Eddieâs partner Henry walks through the door.
âHello, hello.â
âHey, Henry!â
You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.
âHi, darlings.â
âFuncle Number Two,â Eddie greets his partner.
âI thought I was Number One.â
âYou are,â Eddie shrugs. âIn my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, Iâd talk it up with Honey.â
âYou can be Number One,â you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.
âThank you, Honey,â Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.
Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed âgolden retrieverâ of the bunch.
âSpeaking of titles,â Henry adds. âHow was your meeting with Daddy Steve?â
âIt was wonderful,â you respond. âWas just telling Eddie how much I like him.â
Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didnât willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.
âWeâre gonna make it work no matter what,â you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. âEven if there are discrepancies, we agreed itâs our kid before anything. And Iâm ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."
Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, itâs not a happy home sometimes.
All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harringtonâs parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.
Let's just hope he keeps it.
âThatâs the head⌠and thoseâŚare your babyâs feet.â
You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.
First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so youâre not even sure that youâre stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.
Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harringtonâs heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. Itâs a wholesome exchange, really.
âBabyâs kicking a lot. Almost looks like theyâre swimming in place,â the tech comments.
âI did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,â Steve explains.
You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.
âJust like Daddy,â you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.
For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.
âSo, would you like to know the gender?â the sonographer inquires.
Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled âNo no no noâs. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.
âWeâd like for it to be a surprise,â Steve smiles. âBut we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honeyâs gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.â
âSounds like a plan to me!â the tech grins widely. âI will have it printed out for you shortly.â
She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldnât wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.
But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.
Steve has another question for you. âWhen does the baby usually wake you up?â
âBabyâs a night owl, strangely,â you reply. âIâll feel some moving and stuff at night.â
Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.
âMan, I hope kid doesnât wake you up at night too much when theyâre born. Thatâd be god awful.â
âI know, Iâve been thinking of that too,â you groan. âAnd all the diaper changes Iâll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I donât even wanna think about diapers.â
You didnât want to think about post-partum shit. So far, youâve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.
Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.
âOh shit!â you shriek. âA crib! We need a crib! A stroller.â
âAnd a whole nursery,â he gulps. âAnd a baby monitor⌠A swaddle! A carrier!â
âââ
You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.
You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. Itâs a luxury you both refused to take for granted.
So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harringtonâs arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steveâs friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.
âHow long do you give it?â Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. âYou know till theyâŚâ
They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he canât help it sometimes) insisted that it wasnât.
âI know how to read, Honey. And besides, if itâs the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?â
âI donât know, Bob the Builder,â you fire back at him. âYou didnât have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.â
âTil that baby is born,â Eddie estimates.
Eddie chuckles at this. Heâs been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.
ââŚThe very latest.â
âSteve, Iâm hungry. Wanna go to Rallyâs?â
The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, itâs at the least convenient of times.
âWoman, it is 1 in the morning...â
âYes, and I want Rallyâs.â
You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.
Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go âghostâ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. Youâre also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.
Except for tonight. Where the only thing thatâll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.
Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, youâre the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.
âLetâs go.â
You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.
Rallyâs sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his bodyâs natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.
But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down heâd still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.
âââ
THE NEXT WEEK
You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while heâs at work, youâre searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.
Steve comes home right when you finish.
âOh my god,â Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. âWhat smells so damn good?â
âI made dinner,â you smile gleefully, and with pride. âI have so much energy second trimester itâs insane. Hope you like Chinese.â
Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you â a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that youâre gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.
âYouâŚmade this for me?â
âYeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope youâre okay with onions and scallions.â
âY-yeah, Iâm fine with those,â he insists. âItâs just thatâŚI have a date tonight.â
Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.
âOh,â you sniff.
âIâm so sorry, Honey. I shouldâve told you so you didnât have to go out of your way.â
âItâs fine.â
Why do you feel this way? Itâs not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership⌠platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?
âI-Iâm sorryâŚâ Steve panics. âI-itâs just that weâve been getting takeout all week and I thought itâd be the same toni-â
âItâs okay, Steve.â
âThat came out so bad, IâŚâ
âI know what you mean,â you shake your head shutting him down immediately. âHave fun tonight, okay?â
âYouâre cryingâŚâ
âI was chopping onions,â you point out.
You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly heâs a busy man.
âAnd itâs probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,â you add.
âTheyâre NOT stupid,â Steve insists. âAnd you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment agoâŚbefore I killed it.â
âHave fun tonight, Steve,â you repeat.
You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.
Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.
âHeyâŚLacey, I canât come tonight,â Steve sighs. âIâm really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.â
You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says âfamilyâ.
The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.
âWell she definitely hates me,â Steve chuckles. âBut I donât care.â
âSteveâŚâ you speak. âYou didnât have to.â
âYouâre carrying my kid,â Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. âI canât be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.â
He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.
âFor the baby,â he whispers to you.
âFor the baby,â you repeat after him.
The day is here.
The gender reveal, that is. You didnât expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.
âOkayâŚâ you exhale unevenly. âYou ready?â
âOnly if you are,â Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.
âHand me a glass.â
Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.
SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?
Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.
Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.
âOneâŚâ you gulp.
âTwoâŚâ Steve joins in.
But you can't bring yourself to say âthreeâ. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,
"Two and a half..."
It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.
âThree!â you two finally say together.
Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.
âI canât look,â you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.
âI canât either,â Steve exhales, evidently nervous. âYou can look first though.â
âNo, Iâll look when you do.â
Youâre met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....
...cerulean blue. A baby boy.
âOhâŚmyâŚgod,â your hand trembles in complete shock. âItâs a boyâŚâ
âOh my god, baby!â Steve sniffs going in to hug you. âWeâre having a boyâŚâ
And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.
Itâs the best day of Steveâs life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.
And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect womenâŚbecause after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.
You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.
It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like youâve known him your entire life.
Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly âplatonicâ, response to the news.
"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."
"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."
âOur son.â
âOur son.â
âââ
âWhat happens when one of us finds somebody?â
Itâs a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.
But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasnât even sure if heâd ever want to find somebody else.
âWeâll cross that bridge when we get there,â he ends up saying.
He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.
âBut if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.â
âBaby before anything," you repeat the promise.
Steveâs lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed â nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth â so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.
Some bridges arenât meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you donât mind settling down. Because here, in Steveâs arms, it feels like home.
WEEK 38
An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, youâre stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that youâre laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know itâs not piss. So if you didnât peeâŚ
Oh no, itâs happening.
You begin to panic.
âSteve!â you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. âHEY! Harrington!â
âHuh?â Steve mumbles, still half asleep.
âGet the hospital bag.â
âWhat?â
âGet the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.â
He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.
âW-what? Are you sure?! Does this⌠A-are you about toâŚâ
âYes! Grab the bag and start the car. Heâs coming RIGHT NOW.â
While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.
It rings for a long time before he picks up.
âHoney, itâs 4 AM, what do you want?â Eddie grumbles.
âItâs time, Eds,â you sniff happily. âThe baby is coming.â
The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while itâs like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.
âHO-LY SHIT!â
*Click*. The line disconnects.
Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.
Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks youâre so beautiful.
"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"
You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.
âI guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,â he continues. âAnd all the nurses were crowding around to get a goodâ OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.â
The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.
"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.
Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby â and you â are the best things to ever happen to him.
Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.
But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"
"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."
"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.
"That," Henry answers him.
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"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."
The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.
âI see the head, Mama,â your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as youâre struggling to push. âKeep going, keep going! Couple more for me.â
âFUCK!â you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.
âThere we goâŚâ Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. âDoing AMAZING, baby. Thatâs itâŚâ
He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. Itâs clear that Steve doesnât know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldnât wait to spoil you afterwards. Itâs what you deserve.
âFew more pushes, Honey,â your nurse says again. âHeâs almost out. We got his shoulders now.â
âOh god Iâm gonna faint,â Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.
âCan someone get a wet towel for Dad?!â another nurse calls out. âAnd maybe some juice?â
âPUSH, PUSH!â
âPUSH, Honey!â
âALMOST THERE, MAMA!â
âI canât,â you cry out. âI canât anymore.â
âYou can do it, baby,â Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. âYouâre doing such a good job, Iâm so proud of youâŚâ
Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.
â0507, time of birth!"
âOh my god,â Steve wails in excitement. âOh my god, heâs here heâs out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!â
Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. Itâs over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.
You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.
âYou did it, Honey.â
Everything happens so fast after that.
From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord â and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.
And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and âDadâ.
"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"
You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...
âââ
âHow does that feel, Steve?â you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.
âAmazing,â he coos. âIâm the luckiest man in the world.â
When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for âskin to skinâ. You didnât think itâd be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time â until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.
âHi little man,â he sniffs. âIâm your daddy.â
A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.
âIâm your daddy,â he repeats.
Itâs everything heâs ever wanted. Steveâs legacy is about to begin and itâs all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.
âUgh, when did Steve get so hairy?â Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.
âRight?â Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. âI told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.â
âI mean, look at Honey,â Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.â
âTrue but it wasnât organic, you idiot,â Max mutters.
Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steveâs family and friends. Youâre spoiled with âcongratulationsâ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldnât eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).
And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready â and proud â to showcase your baby to the entire world.
âEveryone, thereâs someone weâd like for you to meet,â Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. âThis is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.â
You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.
Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. Itâs impossible to think youâll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.
Until Benny goes to sleep.
As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steveâs hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.
âBabyâŚâ he moans into you.
âShould we?â your eyes twinkle. âThe babyâs asleepâŚâ
He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.
ââm scared Iâll hurt you.â
âIâll let you know,â you barter. âI feel ready.â
âââ
âFuck, right there, SteveâŚâ
You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.
Itâs your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.
âGod I love it,â your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steveâs broad shoulders as he rails you.
âOh, I bet you do, Honey.â
His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.
âYou want my cum, baby?â Steve asks. âWant me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?â
âYes, I want your babies, Steve,â you moan. âWant all of them.â
And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steveâs spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.
âHoly shit, that felt so good,â you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. âThank you for making me feel so safe and loved.â
âWell when youâre you Honey, you make it so easy,â he blushes.
Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.
âAnyways, when ARE we having another one?â
âââ
authorâs note: iâm noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them đ¤
divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby
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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 3
Warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating, mentions of emotional abuse (Chrissyâs mom), absent parent, daddy issues, jealousy. Billy being Billy⌠itâs not what you think
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader , Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler
Summary: Someone you don't want to see shows up at your doorsteps.
Word count: 6.7k
Note: @mysticmunson thank you for helping me as always, you're the best! @somethingvicked thank you for the idea with Billy, it's working perfectly for this story
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Steve had been so on edge ever since he found out about you and Billy. He knows that Tommy and Carol arenât the most honest people. They strive off of chaos, they live for the drama and the lies and constantly make up new things to gossip about but for some reason, he believes their words this time. Billy had been following you around ever since he broke up with youâ he had been running after you for some time now but never like this. You always rejected him, you were taken and not interested but now Steve canât help but wonder, were you truly not interested or were you just rejecting him because you were with him? Were you secretly into Billy all this time? The thought of it makes him feel sick.Â
He sits in his car, bouncing his knee as he stares out the window, waiting for his girlfriend. The parking lot is filled with students, he hears laughter and different voices. He sees Billy walking towards his car, the usual smug and arrogant look resting on his face. He straightens up, looking around to see if youâre around too, wanting to see if you will get in the car with him. What will he do if you do get into his car?Â
âHey!âÂ
Nancyâs voice startles him a little, he tears his eyes away from the blue camaro and turns to look at his girlfriend.Â
âHey Nance,â he smiles. He instantly leans closer to her once sheâs seated, she meets him halfway, kissing him on the lips. Her eyes are closed, his are open and they flash with curiosity when he sees you through his window. You look his way and itâs enough for him to tense up.Â
He expects you to get into Billyâs car but instead you go the other way, you pass by his car and look straight ahead, pretending to not see him or her. He breaks the kiss, Nancy doesnât seem to mind, she leans back and puts the seatbelt on as she begins to talk about her project. Steve hums and nods along, turning his head to see where you are going.Â
Are you going to Heatherâs car? To Chrissyâs car? It turns out to be neither of those, instead you leave the parking lot and walk into the direction of the football field. Where are you going?Â
âI figured that we could rent a movie tomorrow since we canât hang out tonight,â Nancy says, âI really wanna get it done. Itâs been nice to hang out with Jonathan again though, we should all go out together sometime!â
âSure,â Steve mumbles and turns back to her when he no longer sees you.Â
Her brows are raised and a confused smile is on her lips, âwere you even listening?âÂ
He nods, âyeah, you want me to hang out with Byers,â he says with an eye roll.Â
âHey,â Nancy mumbles, hitting his arm, âheâs nice, you just gotta get to know him.âÂ
âSure,â he chuckles, running his fingers through his hair, ânice.âÂ
Nancy shakes her head at him, raising her arm, she pulls down the sun visor and flips open the small mirror, a piece of paper that was tucked into it falls into her lap. Her brows knit together as she looks down at it. She picks it up, itâs just a simple brown paper that was ripped out of a notebook, she turns it around. Annoyance bubbles inside of her when she sees the writing on the note. Itâs not much but itâs from you, itâs not signed but she recognizes your handwriting and the little heart, only you draw it like that.Â
I love youÂ
She presses her lips together and glances over at Steve who is staring into blank space.Â
How long has the note been here? Does he even know that it existed?Â
âHere,â Nancy mumbles and throws it into his lap.Â
Steve glances at her first, brows furrowed and lips parted, he notices the annoyed look on her face. He looks down at the note in his lap. Oh.Â
âI didnât know you still kept her things.â
Steve blinks as he stares at your handwriting. You drew a little heart next to your I love you. He swallows harshly. The weird feeling in his chest returns yet again. He didnât even know the note was thereâ you did things like that all the time, leaving little notes everywhere for him to find. He kept them all.Â
âI donât,â he lies as he puts the note in his pocket after folding it, âI didnât even know it was there. Iâll throw it away later.âÂ
Nancy nods, eyeing him from the side. She doesnât like the way he folded the paper so neatly. He shouldâve crumpled it up and thrown it out the window.Â
âOkay.â
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The scented candles in your room are lit, making the air smell like pumpkin spice and cinnamon. The light of your salt lamp makes everything appear softer, you never use the big light in your room, you hate it. The policeâs every breath you take is playing in the background.Â
âAre you going to the winter formal?â Chrissy asks as she flips to the next page of her new fashion magazine. You are both laying on your bed, the decoration pillows all over the floor. You look at the pretty dresses in the magazine. You would be wearing one of those next Friday if Steve wasnât such a cheating asshole.Â
âNope.âÂ
She glances at you with a sad look in her eyes, âwe could go together.âÂ
You give her a small smile as you shake your head.Â
âNo, itâs okay,â you say, âI donât feel like going anyway, heâs gonna be there with her.âÂ
She sighs, her lips are set in a frown, âyou know, I never liked him. As much as I hate to say it, Iâm not surprised about his actions but Nancy?â She mumbles, âwho wouldâve thought that sheâs such a.. bitch.âÂ
âYeah, looks deceive, huh?âÂ
âTotally.âÂ
You told your friends about what Nancy said in the girls bathroom when she didnât know that you were there.Â
âShe looks like one of those church girls.âÂ
A surprised laugh leaves your lips, âa church girl?âÂ
âYeah, she wears those ugly long skirts and those preppy blouses that my mom forces me to wear when we go to church on Sundayâs,â she mumbles, rolling her eyes.Â
âIs she a church girl?â You ask.Â
She snorts and shakes her head, âI donât think so, Iâve never seen her around.âÂ
You nod.Â
She flips to the next page, eying all the dresses before her eyes land on the ugliest one, a giggle falling from her lips, she points at it with her pink nails, âlooks like something she would wear.âÂ
You canât help but laugh.Â
âAnd thatâs why she wonât ever be prom queen, thatâll be you,â you say, expecting to see a smile on her face but instead it falls and a frown settles in her features.Â
âItâs not prom yet,â she mumbles, âand I donât really wanna be the queen to some assholeâs king.âÂ
Raising your brows, you tilt your head as you look at her. Cupping your cheek, you lean your elbow on the pillow beneath you, âyou mean, you donât want to be Jason Carverâs queen?âÂ
A look of disgust crosses her features and she shudders at the mention of his name.Â
âMom forces me to go with him,â she says, looking like sheâs ready to break down out of frustration, âI donât want to go with him.â
Your gaze softens, you place your hand on her back, âthen donât go with him.â
She keeps her eyes locked on the magazine, âyou know how my mom is, I canât just not go, sheâll make my life a living hell if I donât do what she says.âÂ
You never liked Chrissyâs mother, she was always horrible to her. Always pushing her to do and be âbetterâ, forcing her to associate herself with people who already climbed up the social ladder, like Jason Carver.Â
You sigh, wishing you could help her.Â
âWhat if you just stop doing what she wants you to do?â You shrug.Â
She sighs and opens her mouth to speak but you cut her off, holding your hand up, you sit up on your knees, âI know, I know, easier said than done butââ you pause, looking around your room, you eye the freshly washed and ironed cheerleader uniform, the cassettes in the little box on your floor, bands that are his favorites, singers that your friends love so much, you stare at the baby pink wallpaper and the colorful clothes in your messy closetâ you shouldâve closed the door, the sight of the mess makes you want to groan in annoyance.Â
âBut?â Chrissy mumbles as she waits for you to continue.Â
You blink, tearing your eyes away from all the things in your room that you didnât come to like on your own. You look back at your best friend.Â
âIf you do things for others, if you do things because they want you to do them or because they expect you to do them, because they like those thingsâ you will end up feeling miserable at some point, you will lose yourself and one day youâre gonna realize that you donât even know yourself, that you donât even know what you like, what you truly want or⌠who you even are..âÂ
She lets your words sink in. For a moment itâs silent between the two of you. You look down at your hands while she stares at you. Sadness and realization crossing her features. You are trying to help, she knows it but you are also realizing something about yourself, she can tell by the lost look in your eyes.Â
âI know that things would be tense if you just started going against her stupid rules or wishes but you can always come to me if things get tough at home,â you say, reaching out to take her hand, âIâm here and you know my mom wonât mind you staying with us.âÂ
Her eyes light up at your words, a smile tugs at her lips, she turns her hand around and squeezes yours, âyouâre the best, you know that right?â She whispers.Â
You smile at her words, you tilt your head, âno, Iâm not.â
She frowns and rolls her eyes, âyes, you are.âÂ
âSays who?â You chuckle.Â
âI do,â she says, proudly.Â
âOh,â you smirk, leaning closer to her, you donât notice the way her eyes widen or the way her cheeks flush a little red, âyou do, huh?âÂ
She blinks, her lips part and she stares at your face. Your face hovers over hers for a second before you lay back down on your bed and reach for the bat shaped pillow, the one you excitedly bought for your âhalloweenâ decoration, hugging it to your chest, you stare up at the ceiling, not noticing her stare or her tense body.Â
âA-Are you sure you donât wanna come to the winter formal?â She asks again.Â
âYeah, Iâm sure.â
She looks down at her hands, âokay,â she frowns.Â
âHey,â you whisper, glancing at her, âyouâll still have fun.â
âWith Jason?â She mumbles, rolling her eyes, âI doubt that.â
âYou can still go with someone else. If your mom is gonna act like a bitch, Iâll kick her ass for you.â
A giggle falls from her lips and she shakes her head as she looks at you with a smile on her face.Â
Rolling on your side, you prop your head up on your hand. Curiosity sparks inside of you.Â
âWho did you really want to go with?â You ask, âI know there is someone.â You notice the blush on her face and it only deepens the longer you stare at her.Â
âOh uhââ she chuckles nervously, ân-no one, I just, I donât wanna go with Jason.âÂ
âAre you sure about that?âÂ
She nods.Â
âYou donât have to be embarrassed, you know that, right?âÂ
âI-Iâm not.âÂ
âGood, weâre best friends, we tell each other everything, right?âÂ
âYeah,â she whispers and gives you a smile that doesnât really reach her eyes. âIâm gonna go now, I still have to study for the math test tomorrow,â she groans.Â
âOh.. yeah,â you mumble, trying to hide the disappointed look on your face. You hate being by yourself, thereâs too much going on in your mind when youâre all alone in this houseâ you used to love it but ever since he left, itâs just been hard. âI gotta start working on the assignment.âÂ
Chrissy rolls her eyes just the way she did when you told her about who you got partnered up with.Â
âYou know, you could still take Billy up on that offer.âÂ
You snort at her words, âI donât think we need Billy to kick his ass, Heather will do.âÂ
âDid you know that she accidentally bumped into him at Nickâs party last weekend? He was holding a drink and it got all over Nancy,â she giggles.Â
Your eyes widen, you canât even fight the grin off your face, âno way?â You gasp.
âYes way,â she laughs as she reaches for her backpack, âhe got all pissed and looked like he was ready to fight but when he saw Heather, he got all quietâ he even looked scared.âÂ
âHe should be,â you chuckle.Â
âAnd Nancy got all hysterical and ran off.â
You snort, âshe deserved it.â
âShe deserves worse for what she didâ they both do,â she sighs.Â
She never liked Steve, even before you started dating him, she couldnât stand him. His presence annoyed her and more so when you two got together and she had to watch how he continuously messed with your feelings.Â
âYeah well, I donât care anymore, Iâm moving onâŚâÂ
She knows that there is no truth behind your words, you are not moving on. You still love him, she thinks that you always will. You always looked at him like he was the only light in your life, like he was the one who hung every star in the dark sky, it made her hate him even more because he never looked at you like that.Â
âIâll walk you to the doorââ
âNo, itâs fine,â she smiles, âyou donât have to.â She walks towards you and pulls you into a hug, âIâll see you tomorrow, okay?â She squeezes you tightly before she lets go, giving you another smile.Â
âYeah, still gotta help you pick out the right shoes for your dress,â you say.Â
She nods, âand maybe Iâll manage to convince you to come, after all,â she says as she pulls away and begins to walk out of your room, âIâd rather go with you than Jason,â she says quickly before she turns around and leaves the room, saying âbyeâ in a sing song voice.Â
You chuckle and throw your head back against the pillow.Â
âJason Carver,â you mumble in disgust. Not a single person could ever force you to go to the winter formal with him but Chrissyâs mother is the epitome of an evil witch, you know that she will make her life more miserable if she doesnât do as she says. You understand why Chrissy would rather suffer through the night with him than risk a fight with her mother.Â
Not even five minutes after she left, the doorbell rings. Looking around the room, you try to see if she forgot something, thatâs what usually happens when she leaves, she rushes back in a few minutes later because she left her keys or something else. Sighing, you push roll out of bed and rush out of the room.Â
The doorbell rings again.Â
âIâm coming!â You call out, âsince when are you so impatient..âÂ
Your socks are a little slippery on the hardwood floor, careful not to fall, you hold onto the railing as you hurry down the stairs. Grabbing the doorknob, you are already smiling in amusement, âlet me guess, you forgotââ with your words caught in your throat and your smile falling quicker than ever, you only manage to stare at him in confusion.Â
There he is, Steve Harrington, standing on your front porch with his hands in his pocket and an unreadable expression on his face. What does he want?Â
Even though it was him who came here to see you, he stands frozen in place. He stares at you and you stare at him. You are both frozen, time stops, everything stops moving, right now, itâs just the two of you in this world.Â
Itâs the first time you look at him again, properly. All the sadness, all the pain and the longing comes creeping back. It was there all this time, hidden beneath all the anger but it was easier to deal with it when you started pretending like he didnât exist anymore, when you forced yourself not to look at him anymore, when you threw all his things away, when you let go of him. How dare he show up here?Â
Steve watches the way your eyes flash with confusion, anger and sadness, they soften for a split second. This is the first time you actually look at him again. This is the first time you are forced to acknowledge his presence again. A feeling he can only describe as relief rushes through him when you finally look into his eyes again.Â
It feels like forever that you look at each other when in reality only a minute passed since you opened the door. You blink and take a step back, rolling your eyes, you go to shut the door without wanting to hear an explanation as to why he is hereâ âno.â Is all you say before slamming the door in his face but he is quicker than you, he always was. He places his palm on the door, stopping you from closing it, âwaitââ
âGet lost, Harrington.âÂ
He sighs, he didnât expect anything else from you.
You try to close the door again but he doesnât let you, keeping his palm pressed against the wooden door, he stares at you with a stubborn look on his face. God, you want to punch him.Â
âWhat do you want?â You ask as you finally give up and let go of the door, you cross your arms over your chest and take a step back, not looking into his eyes. You raise your brows and glare at him when he invites himself into your house, he shuts the door behind him. You shake your head in disbelief.Â
He is wearing the stupid flannel that you used to love so much, the one you always stole from himâ does it still smell like you?Â
âWe have to work on the assignment together.âÂ
Is he serious?Â
âI told you, Iâll do it myself,â you snap at him before you turn around and make your way into the kitchen in hopes that he will leave but instead, he follows you into the kitchen.Â
âWeâre partners, it wouldnât be fair to let you do all the work by yourself.â
You clench your jaw at his words, how ironic of him to say that. Turning the light on in the kitchen, you walk towards the fridge and open it, distracting yourself from his presence by staring at all the food and drinks.Â
âOh, donât worry, Iâm used to doing all the work myself, my previous partner wasnât much of a help,â you murmur, âin any way.â
Steve scoffs at your words, though he looks down in embarrassment, knowing exactly what things you are talking about. He places his hands on his hips and glances at you through his lashes, he eyes you for a moment before he speaks up, âlisten, I-I wanna do better in school and I really want to work on this assignment.âÂ
You close your eyes, shaking your head, you take a deep breath. Why did he have to sit next to you today?Â
âSince when do you care about being better in school?â You ask in annoyance, reaching for a water bottle, you close the fridge again and turn around to face him. He breaks eye contact the moment you raise your brows in question.Â
He shrugs, âI wanna graduate next year and Mr. Higgins said that Iââ
âDonât care,â you interrupt him and sigh of boredom.Â
He looks a little taken aback, furrowing his brows, he stares at you for a moment as he presses his lips back together. When he came here, he didnât expect you to be so.. mean. Steve only ever knew you as the sweet girl, not once did you treat him badly in all the years he has known you. You never gave him the cold shoulder, not even when he deserved it. You were always kind, gentle and forgiving.Â
Heartbreak changes a person but not like this, right? What happened in those two months ever since he left?Â
While Steve tries to figure you out. You try to figure out how to handle this situation.Â
Should you curse him out and kick him out of your house and show him how hurt you still are? Should you really give him that satisfaction? Or should you pretend to be okay, give him the cold shoulder that you shouldâve given him years ago and act like you are fine with this, with working with him?Â
You opt for the latter. You donât want him to see the power he still has over you. You donât want him to see how much you still want him. Â
You can feel his eyes on you, burning into you, it makes your skin crawl.Â
You take deep breaths before you look back up at him.Â
âDonât you have better things to do on a Thursday night?â You scoff. You know damn well that he never worked on homeworks or assignments when he was still with you, he had âbetterâ things to do. You were the one that did all these things for him.Â
âCan we just work on this?â He sighs.
You roll your eyes and shrug, âyeah.âÂ
Surprise flashes in his eyes, he didnât think that it would be that easy to convince you to work with him. For weeks, you wouldnât even look at him, you wouldnât even glance into his direction. He figured that it was because of how hurt you were after the breakup but now he begins to doubt that that is why you stopped acknowledging him.Â
âCome on then,â you mumble as you make your way out of the kitchen, brushing past him. He nods, looking down at the floor, he turns around and follows you into the hallway, turning the light off on the way out.Â
It feels weird to be back in your house, it feels so familiar yet so⌠strange. There isnât much in your room that has changed since the last time he had been in hereâ only the lack of his things is noticeable to him. The bottle of his cologne that used to be on your dresses is gone and so are the collection of polaroids. He frowns, a weird feeling tugs at his heart. You got rid of everything. It shouldnât bother him as much as it does. He looks around the room that haunts his dreamsâ a piece of clothing that neither belongs to you or him is draped over the chair by your desk. Itâs a black denim jacket. Clenching his jaw, he wonders if it belongs to Billy. The thought of you wearing his clothes, of you being with him makes him so.. angry.Â
âAre you just gonna stand there?â You mumble without looking back at him. You are already back on your bed with your notebook in your lap. He stares at you, the moment feels too familiar. He remembers climbing up to your window one night, he wanted to surprise you with flowers. You were sitting on your bed just like you do now but instead of the notebook you had a magazine on your lap and you were wearing pajamas. You looked so cute.Â
âWe gotta settle on a topic,â you say and raise your head to look at him.Â
Steveâs brows are still furrowed, he still stares at you. He feels confused, irritated and a little hurt. You seem so.. okay. You look at him and talk to him as though nothing ever happened. Are you okay without him? Are you happier without him?Â
He blinks, snapping himself out of his thoughts, he walks towards your desk, he pulls out the chair and sits down.Â
âYeah.. what do you wanna write about?âÂ
You shrug, âI donât know, we could totally write an essay about snakes, thereâs one in my room, right now.âÂ
His lips part and his face scrunches up in confusion, it takes him a moment to realize what you mean. His shoulders slump and he scoffs, âvery funny.â
âI know,â you smirk.Â
âWe could write about basketballââÂ
Your scoff cuts him off, causing him to roll his eyes.Â
âOr about cheerleadingââ
âAre you crazy?â
âI think you know more about cheerleading than I do, you were the one who convinced me to do it after all,â you say, tilting your head at him, âremember?â
He leans back in the chair, spreading his legs, he nods at your words and clenches his jaw, âyeah..â
There is so much tension in your room, his presence makes you angry.Â
After the initial shock subsided and the sadness turned into anger, you began to curse him for what he did, especially when you found out that he had kissed her while he was still with you. That is something you will never forgive him, the lies and the cheating.Â
The anger makes you feel stronger, it keeps the sadness away, for the most part, at least.Â
âHow about we do something more classyâ although, you donât do classy, soâŚâÂ
Steve rolls his eyes at your words, ânot like you do it either,â he mumbles.Â
You snort, not showing him the anger or the annoyance that you are feeling right now. You tilt your head and stare at him in question.
âI mean, given that you fucked Billy Hargrove out of all people,â he says with a looks of distaste on his face.Â
What?Â
You almost laugh in his face but you hold yourself back.Â
He eyes your expression slowly, waiting for a reaction. He expects you to scoff, to look caught, to look embarrassed, to blush or to deny it allâ just the way you always denied your attraction to Billy every time he brought it up but he gets nothing from you. Absolutely nothing and it only fuels his anger even more. The burning in his chest and stomach worsens when you look at him with a straight face.Â
You look at him for a while, not moving, not saying anything, he canât even read the look on your face. After a while, you sigh and look down at your notebook, âso how about we write an essay about Romeo and Juliet?â You ask, âyou know, since itâs the only book you actually ever touched.âÂ
His brows knit together, his cheeks grow red, âare you not gonna say anything?âÂ
His irrational anger amuses you a little but you donât show it.Â
You look at him through hooded eyes, not raising your head, âI just did?âÂ
He rolls his eyes and stands up, walking towards you, âI mean about Billy.âÂ
âWhat about him?â
âDid you sleep with him?â He asks.Â
His eyes flash with desperation. He wants to know, he needs to know.Â
How ironic it is to see him beg for an answer when he has no right to even get one. He never gave you the truth so why should you? You are not his anymore.
His eyes are pleading. Why does he want to know? Why does he even care? He has the girl he truly loves, why should it matter what you do or who you do it with?Â
âSo, Iâm not sure if you remember the story but in Romeo and Juliet, thereâs obviously that tragic ending soââ
âY/n,â he sighs.Â
You close your mouth and glare at him, you used to love hearing him say your name, now you hate it.Â
âWould you rather write an essay about Billy Hargrove?â You ask calmly, giving him a fake smile.Â
âNo,â he rolls his eyes.Â
âGood, cause I donât either.âÂ
He runs his fingers through his hair and huffs in frustration, closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose.Â
âWe could write about pride and prejudice.â
You lift your chin and look at him in surprise. You used to reread that book all the time, he knows itâs your favoriteâ he used to steal it out of your hands, reading some of Mr.Darcyâs lines in a mocking way, back then it made you laugh.Â
âYou didnât even read it,â you murmur.Â
âI can read it now,â he shrugs, âyou still have it, right?âÂ
âWe got a week to finish the essay, Steve. Itâll take you days to even finish and understand that book so donât even botherââ
âNo,â he says stubbornly, âI want to.â
You throw your hands up, âwhy?âÂ
âCause you wanted to choose the book for your next essay, you told him that weeks before.. her. âCause you love it so muchâ or used to love it.Â
He doesnât look at you, he stares at the ground and shrugs, âjust let me do it, please,â he says, âI can get started on the essay while reading it.âÂ
You try to figure him out. Why is this so important to him? He used to make fun of that book, of you reading so much. He would laugh whenever you offered to read it for him and now he suddenly wants to read it himself?Â
Sighing, you get up and walk towards your bookshelf. You bend down and reach for the book before you turn back to face him.Â
It feels weird to see him back in your roomâ a place he spent so many nights in, a place he used to kiss you in, a place he used to touch you in.Â
âHere.âÂ
You hold it out to him, keeping distance between the two of you as though you are scared to come near him. His fingertips brush yours when he takes the book from you, warmth spreads across his skin and he finds himself looking at your face.Â
You quickly pull your hand back and cross your arms over your chest, avoiding his eyes, âwell, you should probably get started then,â you mumble, nudging your chin into the direction of your door, subtly kicking him out.Â
âYeah,â he breathes and looks back down, eying the cover of your beloved book, âwhat are you doing tomorrow night?âÂ
Just leave, please. You think to yourself.Â
âWhy?â
âWell, we could start working on it tomorrow,â he offers.Â
âYeah sure.â You donât want to work with him, you donât want to see him but agreeing to it will get him out of your house sooner, âIâll call you.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
You can feel his eyes on you, he is staring and it makes you want to both scream and cry. Leave, just leave.Â
âIâll get going.â He steps away, taking one last look at you before he turns around, âgood night, y/n.â
You donât say anything back, you stay silent, refusing to even look at him. You donât notice the way he halts in his tracks when his eyes fall on the picture on your wall, the only one left of him. Steve knows that you didnât keep it up because of him but it still makes something inside of him burn. Thereâs no other reminders of him left, only this one. You could have cut him out but you didnât, you kept him there. His eyes soften and he glances at you. You are still standing there in the same spot, with your arms crossed and your gaze stuck to the floor. The urge toâ no. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to leave.Â
Your fingernails dig into your arms, you bite your lip as you feel the tears welling up in your eyes. The lump in your throat begins to grow. Why did he show up? You hear him walking down the stairs and it feels like forever until he reaches the door. The sob begins to threaten to escape.Â
You slowly make your way towards your bedroom door, shutting it quietly. You press your back against it and look up at the ceiling. Tears roll down your cheeks the minute you let your guard down.Â
âI hate you, Steve Harrington.â
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Cold water dribbles down on him, making goosebumps rise up on his skin, he shivers at the feeling but sighs in content when he feels himself getting more energized again. Basketball practice tired him more than usual but that was probably because he stayed up all night, reading pride and prejudice. To his surprise, he ended up liking it more than he thought. Though he canât stand Darcy for some reason.Â
Another thing that kept him up was you. Your indifference, your lack of emotions, the anger and the sadness he had seen in your eyes the last time you had looked at him was gone. There is nothing in your eyes now, just simply nothing. It shouldnât bother him, in fact, it should make him feel relieved to know that you are not hurting anymore but somehow it hurts him to know that you just donât care anymore.Â
He didnât love you but you loved him, at least thatâs what he always believed.Â
Did you realize that you never loved him either?Â
âWhatâs wrong, Harrington? Did you realize that youâre a shit player?âÂ
He canât even help but sigh in annoyance. His jaw clenches and so do his fists. He waited until everyone was done showering, not feeling like interacting with anyone, he didnât know that Billy was still around, if he knew, he wouldâve been the first in the shower.Â
He opens his eyes and glares at him.Â
Billy looks at him with a smirk on his face, he turns the water on and closes his eyes as he steps under the stream.Â
Steve decides to ignore him, turning his head away from him, he reaches for his shampoo with shaky hands. Just the presence of Billy is enough for him to shake out of anger. He hates him so much.Â
âHeard you were at y/nâs house last night.âÂ
At that, Steve tenses up. How and why does he know? He keeps his eyes down as he begins to wash his hair.Â
âYeah, so?â
Billy chuckles, taking a moment to reply.Â
âWhat were you doing there?âÂ
âHowâs that any of your business?â Steve mumbles in annoyance.Â
Billy shrugs, narrowing his eyes at him, âwhen assholes like you go to their ex-girlfriends house itâs usually to fuck,â he says, smirking.Â
Steve shakes his head, âweâre working on an essay together.âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
To his surprise, Billy keeps quiet for the remaining time. Steve quickly finishes up and leaves the shower after wrapping a towel around his waist, wanting to escape him as quickly as he can.Â
Steve canât stand to be in the same room as him for longer than a minute, he always felt that way about him but especially after hearing those rumors about you and Billy from Tommy and Carol. It still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.Â
Back in the locker room, he scrunches his face up in disgust, it smells like sweat, too much deodorant and cologne in here. No one is around anymore, everyone has already left.Â
Steve reaches for his dirty clothes and stuffs them into his duffle bag before he starts getting dressed. He puts on a pair of boxers and his jeans and reaches for his belt when Billy walks back in.Â
Steveâs jaw feels tense from all the clenching but he canât stop it. Every time he sees him, he thinks of you and him together. He thinks of you being touched by him, of you being kissed by him, of you beingâ god, he canât stand it. He canât stand the thought of you being touched by Billy Hargrove or any other man for that matter.
He knows that there is a huge chance that you arenât with him or with anyone else but he canât be too sure.Â
âDid you fuck her?âÂ
Billy smirks when the question finally tumbles out of Steveâs mouth, he knows that he has been dying to ask. He stays silent and puts his clothes on instead, taking his time with it.Â
Steve puts his sweater over his head and turns around to face Billy, who is already staring at him smugly as he dries his hair with the white towel.Â
Steveâs nostrils flare and he feels like throwing a punch at him already, he clenches his fists, fingernails digging into his palms.Â
âWhy are you asking a question that you already know the answer to?â Billy smirks.Â
He stiffens a little, gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to do what he so badly wants to do.Â
âI donât know the answer, thatâs why Iâm asking.âÂ
âWhy do you want to know?â Billy chuckles as he tilts his head to the side, he throws the towel back on the bench and puts his white tank top on, âyou dumped her.âÂ
Billy walks towards him slowly, he looks confident, he always does. He looks directly into his eyes, the smugness remaining on his face.Â
âLet me tell you something.âÂ
Steve drops his arms to his sides and puffs out his chest, raising his chin slightly. His heartbeat quickens, not out of fear but out of anticipation.Â
âWhen you came to school with your new little plaything, she left. I found her behind the school, she was crying.âÂ
Nothing good will come out of his mouth next, Steve already knows it. The thought of you crying over him does little to mend the anger in his chest.Â
âWanna know what I did?â Billy asks, raising his brows. He licks his lips and grins a little as he steps closer.Â
Steve nudges his chin up.Â
âI took her home and I fucked her so hard that she forgot that you ever existed. In fact, I think a good fuck was all it needed,â Billy chuckles darkly as he looks him up and down, ââcause you clearly never fucked her good enough.âÂ
Steve is seething, burning and trembling with anger. The smirk on the blondâs face is only fueling his anger.Â
âNow Iâm not the only one,â Billy smirks at the angry look on Steveâs face. His cheeks are red, the brown in his eyes vanished completely, all there is now is blackness. He is not just angry, he is in rage and Billy is loving it. âA little birdie told me that sheâs been sneaking around with one of the stoners, so..â Billy laughs, turning around with satisfaction in his eyes.
Steve doesnât know whether to throw a punch, to scream at him or at himself for feeling this way. He wants to throw up at the thought of you fucking Billy, of you sneaking around with some loser.Â
Billy grabs his stuff, he puts on his brown leather jacket. He can sense Steveâs anger and it makes him feel more satisfied than ever.Â
âLet me tell you a little secret, Steve. Girls like her, the ones who get left behind by their daddies, theyâre a little damaged but they keep going. They still got a little hope left, but the moment they get their heart broken by some asshole they fall in love with, theyâre damaged beyond repair. Even if you come crawling back to her and she ends up being stupid enough to take your sorry ass back, she will never be the same again. You crushed her poor little heart.â
Steve is breathing heavily, his knuckles are white from how hard he is clenching his fist. He would love nothing more than to finally throw that punch but he holds himself back, knowing that it will only make things even worse.Â
Billy slaps his hand on Steveâs shoulder, narrowing his eyes, he chuckles, âloosen up, King Steve, go and get your little geek. Iâll take care of y/n, I think sheâs better off with me anyways. At least she feels something when I fuck her.âÂ
And with that, Billy leaves him standing, knowing the damage he caused, it leaves him more satisfied than ever, to know that he messed with himâ to know what it takes to mess with him.
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Eddie Munson part 3
Cindy Lou Whođ - Y/N can't help but feel blue as she watches Eddie fall in love ( angst )
Baby on board - requested- Y/N has been fwb with her older neighbor, and finds herself pregnant ( angst to fluff )
The line between love and hate- requested - Eddie and Y/N hate each other, but that doesn't stop them from constantly hooking up. ( Angst to fluff )
Hairspray - requested - Steve believes Eddie is sneaking into his house to steal....but he's there for his sister?
His giftđ - requested - Eddie and his best friend exchange gifts for Christmas, Y/N plans to admit her feelings ( angst? Fluff, smut )
Oh neighbor - requested - Eddie can't keep his eyes or hands off his young neighbor ( fluff, smut, angst? )
Billy's daughter - requested - Y/N needs a job and finds herself crushing on her manager. They flirt, they sleep together, and like each other. But fear takes over when Eddie finds out who she is.
Shy game - requested - Y/N and Eddie are too shy to talk to each other. Their friends try their best to make it happen ( fluff )
Hideout jealousy - requested- Y/N finds herself jealous when she feels Eddie is into another girl
Work crush - requested - Eddie falls for his younger coworker. A holiday party brings them together
Rich girl, poor boy- requested - Eddie and Y/N introduce each other's families, not knowing the downfall it'll cause ( angst to fluff )
The mother of it all- Eddie finds himself crushing on his girlfriend's mom ( angst, fluff, smut. â ď¸age gap, perv!Eddie, Eddie is legal (18) reader is 35 )
If the van is shaking, don't come knocking- requested - Eddie finds himself jealous over the jocks who flirt with his girlfriend ( smut )
Love vs popularity - requested - Y/N Harrington falls for Eddie, a relationship that puts her relationship with Steve on the rocks ( angst to fluff )
Young girls and trust don't mix- requested - Eddie falls in love with a younger fan, and Wayne is suspicious ( angst to fluff )
Rockstar baby- requested - Eddie's one night stand leads to a future of parenthood
Dustin's babysitter - Eddie catches himself having the hots for Dustin's babysitter
Rockstar love- requested - Y/N finds herself opening for the one and only Eddie Munson. But he isn't what she expected him to be....in the worst way possible ( angst, smut, fluff )
Cheerleader Cupid - requested - Y/N has a crush on Eddie but doesn't know how to say it. So she wrote it
Daddy- requested - Y/N gets drunk and lets a little nickname slip ( fluff, tiny smut)
Cute but an asshole - requested - Y/N's dad is best friends with Eddie, and she cannot stand him. Until she's drunk and needs a ride home ( angst to fluff )
No cash, no problem -Y/N can't afford to pay Eddie for the night, but he has a different payment in mind ( smut, milf reader! X babysitter! Eddie)
Billy x Eddie x reader headcanon
Scared?- requested - Y/N and Eddie watch a new horror film. Eddie assumed Y/N needed the protection, but maybe he did. ( Older Eddie )
Weekend nights - requested - Eddie doesn't get along with his neighbor, Y/N Hargrove. Eddie has enough and confronts the issue ( older Eddie, smutty)
Project?- requested - Y/N and Steve are paired for a project and it sends Eddie in a spiral
The look- requested - Y/N finds her boyfriend and Chrissy talking, and she sees a look in Eddie's eyes that breaks her apart
Wingman vs wingwoman- requested- Max wants to set up her babysitter with Eddie. And Dustin wants to set up Eddie with his student council president
Dustin's friend- requested- Y/N Henderson has been keeping a secret from her brother
Who's your girlfriend?- requested - Eddie let's a girl get too friendly with him and Y/N doesn't take it well
2 boyfriends 1 girlfriend - requested- Billy doesn't realize how badly he's hurting his girlfriend until Eddie makes him
Wrong Cunningham - requested - Y/N likes Eddie but he likes her sister, so where does that leave her?
Don't yell- requested - Eddie makes the mistake of yelling at his girlfriend
To die for- requested - Y/N is a quite nerd who falls for the popular Eddie Munson, it turns sour when she asks him out in front of his friends. Then the upside down turns everything around
Wrong name - requested - Eddie wants to be set up with Y/N, but Dustin thought Y/N liked Steve
Daddy's girl- requested - Y/N knows her dad and Eddie have a bad past so she keeps them apart. But Eddie likes to cause trouble
Push away- requested- Eddie likes to run when he starts to feel
Tutor Turor- requested- Y/N is new to school, and becomes Eddie's tutor. He wants to ask her out but he has to pass a test first
Bedtime whispers - requested - Eddie thought Y/N was asleep when he confessed his love. After she heard it all, she wanted to hear more.
Lose it all for something more? - requested - Eddie and Y/N have been together for 6 months, but a certain cheerleader won't leave Eddie's mind
College boys - requested - Eddie is older than his girlfriend, he gets insecure when the young college boys want a taste of her. Instead of lashing out, he fucked her until he was the only thing on her mind ( â ď¸smut )
Happy again because of you- older rockstar Eddie x nanny reader (â ď¸smut)
Friends? Or something more?- requested - Eddie feels like he's losing his girlfriend to Steve
Wrong story- Y/N has a crush on her teacher, filled with inappropriate thoughts she needs a release. So she writes it out...and accidentally sends it to him. (â ď¸ Smut)
The first time - requested - Y/N is an inexperienced virgin and nervous for the next step. But she's ready for her and Eddie's first year anniversary (older Eddie ) (â ď¸ smut)
She's different - requested - Eddie is known as the hideout fuck boy, but then he meets a girl that changed it all
A bit of daddy's help- requested - Y/N has been pregnant for too long and she needs Eddie's help to induce labor (â ď¸ smut)
Frenemies - requested - Eddie and Reader have a weird relationship. They hate each other but still protect each other
Her attention - requested - Eddie is a simp for his girlfriend and wants her attention 24/7
No words - requested - Eddie falls for the new quiet girl ( deaf! Reader )
The friend- requested- Eddie is in love with his best friend, and when an opportunity knocked, he took it
All grown-up- requested- Eddie and Y/N are enemies with benefits until she finds out she is pregnant
The older woman - requested - Eddie is crushing on his hot older neighbor
His smell- requested - Eddie reads that a pregnant woman's smell can change and dislike the smell of their me
Both of you- requested- Chrissy and Eddie finally get together, but where does Y/N fit?
Baby talk - requested - Y/N finds out she's pregnant, and worried for Eddie's reaction
Runaway girl- requested - Steve doesn't realize what he has until she's Eddie's
Hawkins Princess - requested - Eddie is shocked to see the Hawkins princess in dentition, even more shocked that they seemed to get along
Gomez and Morticia - requested - blurb based on Gomez and Morticia
Daddy issues- requested- Y/N meets Eddie at a bar, turns out they have more in common than she thought
Poking- requested - Eddie doesn't want to have sex with his wife because of the baby ( fluff )
Ring thief - requested- Eddie and his partner always switch up rings (gn!reader)
Bet on me- requested - Eddie finds himself in a bet...but falls in love in the process
Prom dress- requested - Eddie doesn't know how to express his feelings so he drives the girl he likes away
A quiet place blurb
To believe in him- requested - Y/N came from a very religious background, and her parents don't accept her relationship with Eddie ( older Eddie )
Stutter- requested - Y/N Henderson is back in Hawkins, and she talks to her crush Eddie Munson. She begins to stutter with all the nerves, leading Eddie to think she's no good (angst to fluff )
Involved - requested - Y/N is a single mom who falls for Eddie. She lets her secret out and Eddie steps back ( angst to fluff )
3? Give me four- requested - Steve admits he's slept with Eddie's girlfriend in the past. Making Eddie feel like he needs to prove himself (smut)
Pick me, choose me, love me- requested - Eddie gets a girlfriend and it puts a strain on his friendship with his best friend. A fight breaks out and Y/N learns the truth ( angst ) part 2
Around her finger- Even though Eddie is older than his girlfriend, he's wrapped around her finger (smut)
Rebounds - requested - Eddie doesn't know his relationship was based on a rebound
Secret girlfriend- requested- The Hellfire boys had no idea their master had a girlfriend
Our secret- Dilf! Eddie x daughters friend reader!
Dungeons and Revenge - Eddie finds out the new guy in Hellfire is his ex's new boyfriend
Rumor has it- requested- A rumor spreads around the school that Eddie and Y/N are sleeping together. It gains popularity for Eddie, but the opposite for Y/N
Different- requested- Eddie falls for Dustin's alternative cousin
Runaway daddy- requested- Eddie runs when he finds out he is going to be a dad
Tickets to Con - requested - Y/N has tickets to a con, but no one will take the extra ticket, until her best friend and crush step up
No PDA- requested - Gareth is worried Eddie's girlfriend isn't into him
Parenting class- requested- Eddie and Y/N don't get along until they are partnered to raise a fake baby
Alone time- requested- Eddie loves his daughter, but he craves alone time with his wife
Dad's promise- requested- Eddie is on tour but he left his pregnant wife with one promise- he will be at the birth
Scary Sheriff- requested- Eddie has a crush on Hopper's daughter, and Hopper tends to scare Eddie off
Not her, you- requested- Y/N is used to people asking out her best friend, so when Eddie shows interest in her she thinks it's to get to Chrissy
Faithfully- requested- song by Journey
Crushing on Billy Hargrove - requested - Eddie finds out his girlfriend used to like Billy Hargrove, and now he's insecure
Red nose and smile- requested- Killer Clown Eddie au (smut)
To be loved- requested- Eddie falls in love with his best friend
Apologies - requested - Eddie won't pay attention to his girlfriend, lashing out as he called her clingy. Now he's on his knees to make it up to her ( smut )
DL- requested - Y/N is worried she isn't good enough for Eddie, resulting in her keeping their relationship a secret
Criminal love- Y/N visits her dad all the time at work, usually to deliver donuts but a certain prisoner catches her eye
Lady death- requested- The gang encounters death, but Eddie has a different reaction than the rest
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steddie â G â wc: 682 â cw: teen dads
a little snippet from my teen dads au: tiny hands, little feet
The bell on the counter dings. Steve tilts his head back with a sigh and gives Robin a sidelong look across the table.
"Nope," she says, flipping through the only magazine they have in the place. They can probably recite the whole issue from memory by now. "I got the last three people. Go work your Harrington charm so I can add another 'you suck' tally."
The bell dings again and Steve groans, kicking Robin's foot as he rounds the table and opens the door leading behind the counter.
The lobby is empty. Great, they're getting ding-dong-ditch'd now. Fan-fucking-tastic.
He rolls his eyes and is about to snatch the bell off the counter and hide it when a tiny hand reaches up and taps it again. Steve holds back a snort, because he knows that tiny hand.
He steps up to the counter and sure enough, there stands a toddler with wild chestnut curls pulled into little pigtails, wearing a pink My Little Pony t-shirt and bright blue shorts.
Steve glances around the lobby and doesn't see anybody else in sight, which means...
He puts on his best customer service voice and gives the girl a smile. "Ahoy there, little lady. How'd you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with with me?"
Of course, she doesn't completely understand any of that. She just blinks up at him and points at the pictures of ice cream.
"St'awb'y, p'ease."
Steve nods. "A wise choice, m'lady." He slides the cooler open and gives his scoop a twirl, making her giggle.
The door opens and Robin slowly peeks her head out, looking flabbergasted. "Who in the world are you talking to? Why are you talking like that?"
"Careful, Buckley," Steve nods towards the child. "There's a princess in our midst. Wouldn't want her to throw you in the dungeon for disrespect."
Robin looks at the tiny child who is watching Steve with rapt attention.
"I think she's more interested in the ice cream, actually."
Steve gasps as he puts a couple scoops into a small bowl. "Hearsay, Buckley. She'll have your head for that." He takes the bowl around the counter and kneels on one knee as if he's a knight, presenting it to her with a bowed head. "The finest strawberry ice cream in all the land, your highness."
She claps her hands and her shoes light up as she stomps her feet. "St'aw'by! T'ank, Da'y!"
Robin's eyes widen and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. "Daddy?"
"Sailor!"
Eddie Munson comes sliding into the lobby, his shoes squeaking on the waxed floor. He catches himself before he face plants and gasps like he's ran here from the other side of the mall.
"Sailor, honey, you can't run off like that!" he says around gulps of air. "About gave me a heart attack."
Steve picks the child up and scrunches his nose. "I think it might be time to give those backpack leashes a try," he tells him. "She's getting too curious for her own good."
"Wayne said I did the same thing at her age. Said it used to drive my mama crazy, trying to keep track of me." Sailor's chin is sticky with ice cream and Eddie wipes some of it off with his thumb. "You're taking after your old man a little too much, bug."
Sailor holds out her spoon. "Da'y try?"
Eddie can only huff a laugh and shake his head fondly. "Thank you, baby." He leans forward to take a bite of the offered ice cream and then turns to Steve to give him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I swear I had a hold on her. She saw the Scoops sign and then took off before I could catch her."
Steve sighs. "It looks like we're gonna have a little Road Runner on our hands."
"She definitely takes after you in that department, sweetheart," Eddie grins.
A throat clearing interrupts them and they both look at where Robin has been silently watching the three of them.
"Someone care to fill me in on all of this?"
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BBY YES. Iâm a curvy girl too and MY GAWD boxer daddy dom losing a match or having a rough match and taking it out on the reader is just *chefs kiss* boxer Steve has NO issue lifting us plus size girlies and taking us against a wall 𤤠I just love your writing and I think you doing boxer Steve would be AMAZING
In Your Corner (Boxer Steve X Plus Size Reader)
A/N: Boxer Steve invaded my dreams and now consumes my waking life. Fuck I need him. Lol.
I hope I did your ask justice!
Warnings: Daddy Dom Boxer Steve and Plus Size Sub Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), SMUT and angst, hella dirty talk, degradation (slightly), spanking, choking, pinching, rough play for sure, there's no details of the fight but there are mentions of the aftermath, slight bullying at the beginning with Steve's friends. I think that's it.
Word Count: 4449
Steveâs eyes focused on his coach in front of him as he danced around the man preparing to swing. You absolutely loved watching him train right before a fight. He was always dedicated to the craft but he became more determined right before and the passion drove you wild.Â
When you both attended high school together, he always seemed like a douchebag with his âKing Steveâ status. You ran in a different circle, which was mostly any circle that wasnât the popular kids. They always found ways of making fun of you because you had a little more meat on your bones than they did. You did take note at the time that Steve never taunted you with them but he never stopped them either.Â
âFuck off, Steve Harrington.â
âHey, would you just relax?! I just wanted to come apologize for Tommy and them. Youâre not a pig and youâre definitely not ugly.â
âWow, thanks for that. Now I can die happy. If you will excuse me, I have to go find my journal and put our initials together in hearts.â
As you turned to walk away, his hand shot out to grip your arm, tugging you back towards the concrete wall.Â
âWould you wait a minute! IâmâŚIâm trying to tell you something here. IâŚIâm not like them. I want to get to know you better.â
Your sarcastic laugh lights a fire in his eyes that you would later come to fall in love with.Â
âSteven, whether you like it or not, you are exactly like them. You laugh along with them and donât stop them from being mean to people. You hang out with them and give them your time like they matter. I imagine your dad is the same with colleagues; pretending that he cares about stupid, menial bullshit just to fit in.â
His head ticked to the side at your comparison to his father as you stepped closer to his towering frame.Â
âYou want to get to know me better? Become a real man and stand up for yourself. BE yourself.â
After that moment, he completely changed, disconnecting from his friends, and focusing on other things. You found him in the library a few times scanning certain books or at the computer looking up videos. After graduation, he disappeared before finally resurfacing a year later at a party one of your old high school friends was hosting.Â
At the time, you had a date on your arm but as soon as Steve entered the room it was like no one was there except for you and him. His smile was brighter and he had a lot more muscle than you remember him having especially in his arms. When his beautiful brown irises met yours, you knew it was all over. Youâd do anything for him, all he had to do was ask. You tried playing coy, you really did; smirking salaciously in his direction or crossing and uncrossing your legs a bit wider than normal to display the red silk panties underneath.Â
When all he would do in return is tilt his head and grin at you, it riled you up, huffing as you stomped away to the bathroom. Before you could do anything about it, Steve followed you in, attaching his lips to yours as he quite literally ripped your panties of your body. You marveled at his strength as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter and sunk his admittedly large cock into your cunt.Â
âOh my god, Steve. Soâf-fuckâso deep.â
âFuck, baby. Your pussy is just making a mess, youâre so wet.â He grabbed your hair and forced you look between your bodies. âLook at how you just fucking coat my dick.â Once he felt like you had gotten a good enough look, he pressed your face into his shoulder as he thrust his hips faster into yours. âThatâs right, honey. Fuckingâmmmâfucking hold on to Daddy while I make you cum.â
Your pussy clenched tighter around him at the name and he grunted at the feeling.Â
âYeah? You like that, pretty girl? God, you feel so fucking good. Cum on Daddyâs cock, Y/N.â
Your nails dug into the shirt on his back as the coil snapped and you whimpered into his chest.Â
âThatâs it, baby. Good girl. Such a good girl coming hard like that.â, he murmured. One of his palms landed flat beside you as the other clung to your lower back as rolled his hips. âFuckâIâm gonna cum inside you.â
Steve wasnât asking; he was telling you what he was about to do and at that moment you really didnât care. The hand on the counter flew up to grip your throat, pushing you back against the mirror as he roughly pumped his seed into your body.
When he released you from his hold and helped clean you up, you half expected him to leave you there alone in the bathroom, walking back out into the party as a satisfied man. Instead, he took your hand and guided you towards his BMW offering to buy you dinner.Â
That night he told you where he had been and what he had been up to. Steve left Hawkins to train and study boxing. You couldnât help but giggle, knowing this was the same kid who lost almost every fight in school. He smirked in your direction as if he could read your mind and invited you to his next fight which was just outside of town.Â
Watching him up there as he fought was a unique experience to be sure. He changed before your eyes into this more confident, determined man as he focused on his opponent and swung his arms. After winning, you brought him back to your apartment where you two barely even made it in the door before you were climbing on top of him.
âCan I ask you something?â, you asked and he answered with a soft but exhausted hm. âWhat triggered this? What made you say, âIâm going to leave Hawkins and get hit in the face for a livingâ?â
Steve rolled onto his side to face you as he reached out to brush some stray hair out of your face.Â
âShort answerâŚyou.â
âAnd the long answer?â
âWhen you compared me to my dad and talked about me trying to impress those other assholes, it triggered something in me. I definitely donât want to become my dad and I hated the way you looked at me when you said I was just like those other kids. I couldnât stop thinking about it. I did some research and came across boxing. Y/N, you have no idea how liberating it was for me when I threw that first punch and hit the bag in front of me.â
Your fingers tenderly caressed his face as his own hand slid down your back to bring you closer to him.Â
âI always thought about you. I told myself whenever I came back here my first goal was to find you and FINALLY get to know you better.â, he chuckled.
You smiled as you blushed as his words. âWhat if I had been with someone!?â
âPfft. Then I would fight him.â Steve leaned back and pretended to box the air making you laugh.
âOr what if I saw you and I was like âEw. Look at the god-awful Steve Harrington! With the muscles and the pretty hair. Ugh!â His lips cut you off mid-cackled as he rolled his body on top of yours.Â
âThen Iâd fight for you. Youâre mine, pretty girl.â The way his eyes were penetrating yours had you shiver at the intensity. His face hovered as his nose grazed the tip of your own. âCan you say it for me, honey?â, he whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as he trailed kisses down to your neck.Â
âI belong to you.â, you moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair.Â
âMmmâŚyou belong to who, baby girl?â
âI belong to Daddy.â
Three years had passed since then and you couldnât be happier or prouder of everything Steve had accomplished. Next Friday was supposed to be a big fight. If he won, it would lead to more eyes on him which in turn would lead to more revenue.Â
âHey, Y/N. How are you doing today, angel.â
âIâm good, Jimmy. How are you?â, you beam at his coach.Â
âOh, never better, baby. Never better.â As you climb up the ropes to hang over the ring, Steve hastily runs over to you as he pulls off one of his gloves and helps you into the area. âDo you want some gloves, missy? Give Steve here some real competition.â
You giggle as your boyfriend tilts your head up for a kiss. âGod, no. Heâd knock me out in a second.â
âWhatâs the matter, honey? Scared?â, Steve teases.Â
You playfully glare at him as Jimmy brings you some gloves that are your size and places you across from him. You both do the gloved fist bump youâve seen him do with opponents numerous times and take your stance.Â
Steve smirks as you circle around each other and after a few moments you take your first swing that he swiftly blocks. Both your moves at each other are light and joking, not in any way meant to harm.Â
âThatâs good, baby girl. You have to twist your arm a bit more.â You concentrate as he shows you the move and once you follow through, he claps his gloves together making you smile with pride. âThatâs my girl!â
You grin as you fall into his chest and he pretends to fall over bringing you down with him.Â
âLetâs hope you do better than that on Friday, yeah?â, Jimmy asks as Steve nods. âAlright, Iâm out of here. Harrington, Iâll see you tomorrow afternoon for our last training session and talk strategy for the fight, alright?â
âThanks, Jim!â
âYou areâŚdisgustingly sweaty.â
Steve turns his attention back to you as you lean forward to grab his wrists and remove his gloves.Â
âYet youâre still on top of me.â
âIâm doing it to hide the gigantic erection in your shorts right now.â, you whisper.
âHey, itâs not my fault when you walk into the room, I get all hot and bothered.â Once his hands are free, he rests one on your thigh as the other comes up to caress your cheek. âDid you have a good day today?â
âI did. My boss was only half an idiot today.â
âAre you sure you donât want me to talk to him?â
âYes, Daddy. Iâm sure.â You grin leaning down so your lips are just above his own. âI can handle one stupid, ignorant man.â
âI know you can, sweetheart. I just hate the way he talks to you. He better hope he doesnât say any bullshit in front of me.â
âOh, big tough Daddy. I like it.âÂ
Steve smiles as his hand glides to the back of your neck and roughly brings your face closer to his. âYou know you love when Daddy takes care of you.â
You bite your bottom lip as he begins grinding hips up against your own.Â
âDo you wanna take care of Daddy while he takes a shower? Say it.â, he commands when you nod your head.
âI want to take care of you. Please, Daddy. Let me help you relax.â
His grin grows as you both rise to your feet and he helps you down from the ring. As soon as his feet touch the floor, he lifts you into his arms, and you giggle as he carries you into the empty locker room.Â
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The night of the fight came and Steve was more than ready. You stayed by his side until exactly an hour before he was meant to exit to the ring, kissing his lips before hugging him tightly to you.Â
âGood luck, baby. You got this.â
He curtly nodded as you gave him one last comforting smile. You understood he had a process and this was usually how he was before a fight. He was zoned in and prepared, ready to take on the world.Â
As the ushers walked you to your seat in the front, you froze when you saw who was sitting beside you.Â
âHey, Y/N! How are you, sweetheart?â, Mrs. Harrington cooed as she got to her feet to give you a hug.Â
âIâmâŚIâm good. What are you two doing here?â
âThis is a big fight, right? I donât know why my son didnât invite us. âYou can watch it on TV he says.ââ, Mr. Harrington rolls his eyes.
As the announcer began to speak, you panickily looked around, trying to figure out what you should do. He never had his phone on him on nights like this and the match was about to start so you couldnât go back to the locker room.Â
Please donât let him notice them.
Steve entered the ring with his usual bout of confidence that made you swoon. You continued to pray as you watched them introduce him and rattle off some of his stats. His eyes found yours for a moment before he looked beside you. Your heart shattered into a million pieces when you watched this version of him and the high school version have their own fight within his beautiful, brown orbs as they noticed his father.Â
When his focus shifted back to you, you silently mouthed that you loved him, and again he nodded before the match finally began.Â
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Steve angrily stalked into the apartment you two shared and headed for the kitchen, grabbing a glass, and filling it with the hardest liquor there was. Your eyes carefully watched him as he moved about, finally stomping outside onto the patio, and lighting a cigarette.Â
Nights after a lost match were always the worst, you never knew how he was going to behave. Sometimes he would do like he had just done and sit outside for hours smoking and drinking till he passed out on the furniture. Other times, he would take that anger out on you and you allowed it. You allowed him to be rough with you in bed till you both were fully spent. Even when he was upset, he needed to make you feel good to.Â
More than anything you just hated how hard he was on himself. He always gave 110% in everything he did but it wasnât enough for him. If he lost at something he was a failure and there was nothing you could say or do to make him feel otherwise.Â
Normally, you left him to his thoughts but you couldnât do that tonight. You knew he was in a lot of pain, not just physically but emotionally as well. Slowly, you stepped outside and tiptoed to the other chair that was next to him.Â
Steve was leaning back lazily with his legs stretched all the way out as he held the cold glass to the bandage just above his eye. Occasionally, he brought the cigarette to his busted lip before dangling it back over the arm of the patio chair.Â
âBabyâŚâ
âGo away, Y/N.â
You heavily exhale as you try again. âSweetheart, you did really well. Donât let your dad or anyone else make you feel like you didnât do a good job.â As you spoke, he casually got up, tossing his cigarette, and walked back inside. âThere will be other fights like this one.â
âY/N, Iâm only going to say it one more time. GetâŚawayâŚfromâŚme.â
âNo.â His head leaned to the side at your answer. âBaby, everythingâs going to be okay.â
Steve sarcastically chuckled, taking another sip of his drink before abruptly raising his arm and violently throwing his glass against the adjacent wall.Â
âYou wanna play, baby girl. Letâs play. First off, fuck you. Donât stand there and pretend like you understand anything when it comes to boxing or my job, alright? You are my girlfriend not my coach or my manager. Your job is to stand by my side and shut the fuck up while I do what I need to do.â
Oh, thatâs how he wants to play tonight? He had just entered another ring and you were the challenger. He needed to spar with you and he knew you were a worthy opponent. You knew how to challenge him and you didnât take his attitude or temper lying down. He needed you to put him in his place so he could properly put you in yours.Â
âSecondly, we needed this fucking win tonight. You like this apartment, the pool, that fucking outfit youâre wearing? All of that cost money, Y/N.â
âI seeâŚso this is all my fault? Iâm the one that wants expensive things apparently? Iâm not some gold-digging trophy wife, Steve. I work and I help pay for things around here. I have never once asked you to buy me anything extravagant because I donât fucking need it. And yes, I am your girlfriend but I actually fucking listen to you when you talk. You will have more fights. If you wanted a girl who would be silent and just swipe your credit card, you should have looked somewhere else!â
He fumed as you yelled at him, his fists clenching by his side as he listened and his angry eyes never leaving yours. You pointed your finger in his face as you stepped closer to him.Â
âYou can blame me all you want, Steve Harrington, but you needed to win that fight for you and your fucking ego.â
âTake off your dress.â
âExcuse me?â
âI saidâŚtake off your dress. You donât need these nice things anymore? Thatâs fine. I can return that and the other fancy things I bought you. Tomorrow when I wake up, I can go look for one of those studio apartments for you so you can move in there.â
âOh, donât worry. I donât need you to help me look. I can find a new Daddy on my own who wonât act like a fucking baby.â
There it is. That particular look in his eyes that tells you heâs in the right headspace. He may not look like heâs in control to any outsider looking in but youâve been in love with his man for three years. You knew.Â
You two stared at each other for a few seconds before you turned and bolted to the bedroom. You could hear him hot on your tail before he practically tackled you onto the bed. Your hands tried to push against him but he was too strong, straddling your waist as he pinned your wrists to the mattress.Â
âYou want to find a new Daddy? HUH?!â, he screamed in your face. âYou think someone else can take care of you as well as I have?â Steve shifted your hands so he could hold them with one of his own he climbed off you and reached under your dress to bring down your panties. A couple of his fingers roughly slid into your core as he set a brutal pace.Â
âLittle girl always talks a big game but when we get down to it, youâre always still so fucking wet for me.â Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned, still trying to fight against hold but not wanting him to let go. You buck your hips but it just pushes him to be rougher as he curls his fingers inside of you. âThere you go, baby. Thatâs the spot right there, right? Daddy knows. I know every fucking inch of your body and how to please you. You think anyone else can make you cum like I do?â
His palm released your wrists and quickly slid down your throat, gripping it just so between his thick fingers as he watched your eyes roll back. Your hands feebly reach for anything they can, settling on taking hold of his knee. Steve always made sure to have some part of his body near you that way if you couldnât speak but felt like you needed to tap out you could.Â
Just like with his boxing, he had rules and regimens in bed. He always wanted you to feel safe and gave you strict guidelines for how to get his attention should you need to. Three taps meant stop but right now all you were doing was grounding yourself as you focused on your own high.Â
You whimpered, digging your nails into his skin as you came. While you laid there panting, he climbed over your limp frame and yanked off your dress. With hooded eyes you watched as he removed his clothes before tugging you to the edge of the mattress like a ragdoll and flipping you onto your stomach.Â
His strength always amazed (and intimated) you. Being a bigger woman, you werenât exactly light and all the men in your past never even bothered to try lifting you into their arms. When Steve did it that first night you were together, you were awe struck. More than anything, you swooned at the fact that he didnât even hesitate; he just did it knowing he could.
The first time you questioned him about it he looked at you like you were speaking gibberish.Â
âHoney, youâre not heavy.â
âUh oh, I think youâve been hit one too many times. Youâre going blind.â, you giggle.
Steve grinned slightly before his face got serious. âY/N, just because past relationships couldnât handle a beautiful woman like you doesnât mean thereâs something wrong with you.â
âI know. I justâŚno oneâs ever even bothered to try and lift me let alone everything else we do.â
He stepped forward and lifted your chin with his fingers. âYou have a real man now, baby. You and your curves donât scare me.â
You smile, lifting up on your toes to kiss his lips. âYou donât scare me either.â
His rough, calloused hands lifted your hips and spread your ass cheeks apart before his palm came down hard as he spanked you. You moaned when you felt him spit into your cunt before aggressively breaching your entrance with his cock.Â
âDaddy!â
Steveâs arm came into view beside you as you felt him hover over you and begin rolling his hips.Â
âYou want to act like a fucking brat, I canâŚI can treat you like one.â, he grunted. âNo more fucking dinners, fa-fancy clothes, fucking nothing! Youâf-fuckâcan just be Daddyâs toy. Huh? At least until you find your new Daddy whoâs not a fucking baby.â
His fingers gripped your hair as he stood up and thrust into you so hard the bed shook underneath you.
Your eyes fluttered closed as he continually hit all the right places inside of you, overwhelming your senses. Tears began streaking your face as you felt the warmth build in your tummy again. He really was the only man that knew how to satisfy you.Â
He noticed your lips moving but couldnât hear what you were saying. Steveâs palm smacked your ass as he yanked you to your knees till your back was against his now sweaty chest.Â
âWhatâs the rule?â, he growled âIf youâre talking IâŚI need to fucking hear you. What were you saying?â When you donât answer, he stops pumping into you before reaching down to pinch your clit between his fingers making you whine and try to pull away from him. âAnswer me, little girl.â
Your head lazily falls back on his shoulder as you continue to cry. The hand that was in your hair loops around to your chin, turning your lips to his as he softly placed a kiss on them.Â
âI loveâŚyou⌠Just wantâŚyou.â, you panted out as best you could.Â
Steve released your nub from his grasp and wrapped his arm around you stomach as he began thrusting into you again.Â
âCum, baby. Cum for Daddy.â You laid your arms over his own, clinging to him as your body spasmed and you did as he commanded. âThatâs my girl. Fuck⌠my beautiful girl.â
As he chased his high, you continued to try and whisper things in his ear.Â
âMYâŚDaddy. No one couldâŚmake meâŚfeel this good. IâmâŚoh my god⌠so proud of you, baby. PleaseâŚcum, Daddy. I needâŚneed it.â
His hips began to sputter and he grips you tightly as he roughly pumps his release inside of you. You both were still like that for a while, trying to catch your breath as he held you.Â
âIâm going to pull out now, ok?â, he whispered.
âOkay, Daddy.â
You winced as he cooed softly, placing feathery light kisses on your skin as he praised you. He detached from you for moment; long enough for you to hear the shower turn on before he was back by your side and lifting you into his arms.Â
Steve wasted no time taking care of you as he cleaned your body and washed your hair.Â
âIÂ DOÂ listen to you when you talk. One of the things I love about you is how passionate you about boxing. I remember in school you always seemed like, I donât know, you were coasting by. On our first date, you told me about the maneuvers and explained things to me.â, you smile as you continued. âYour hands were moving a mile a minute and your eyes lit up. It was amazing.â
His fingers lightly gripped your shoulders as he turned you to face him. âI may not know everything about it, Steve, but I know you. I know there will be another fight and I know youâre going to win because you are the most dedicated man Iâve ever met. Youâre not going to stop until you get where you want to be.â
He pulled you into his arms, pressing your cheek to his chest as he kissed the top of your head.
âIâm sorry I yelled at you and said all that stuff. I donât really feel that way. I was just upset.â
âI know, baby.â
After turning off the water, he quickly grabs a towel, drying you both and guiding you back to bed. Steve grabs his boxers and throws one of his big, baggy shirts over your head making you laugh.Â
âI love that you speak your mind and challenge me. Hell, if you hadnât done that in school, I never would have gotten into boxing.â
âIâm so proud of you, Steve. I really am. Whether you win or lose, buy me fancy things or give me gifts from the dollar storeâŚâ Your smile grows as he laughs and kneels down in front of you, laying his head on your thighs as you gently pet his head. âIâm always going to be in your corner.â
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a little snippet from my teen dads au: tiny hands, little feet
The bell on the counter dings. Steve tilts his head back with a sigh and gives Robin a sidelong look across the table.
âNope,â she says, flipping through the only magazine they have in the place. They can probably recite the whole issue from memory by now. âI got the last three people. Go work your Harrington charm so I can add another âyou suckâ tally.â
The bell dings again and Steve groans, kicking Robinâs foot as he rounds the table and opens the door leading behind the counter.
The lobby is empty. Great, theyâre getting ding-dong-ditchâd now. Fan-fucking-tastic.
He rolls his eyes and is about to snatch the bell off the counter and hide it when a tiny hand reaches up and taps it again. Steve holds back a snort, because he knows that tiny hand.
He steps up to the counter and sure enough, there stands a toddler with wild chestnut curls pulled into little pigtails, wearing a pink My Little Pony t-shirt and bright blue shorts.
Steve glances around the lobby and doesnât see anybody else in sight, which meansâŚ
He puts on his best customer service voice and gives the girl a smile. âAhoy there, little lady. Howâd you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with with me?â
Of course, she doesnât completely understand any of that. She just blinks up at him and points at the pictures of ice cream.
âSt'awb'y, p'ease.â
Steve nods. âA wise choice, m'lady.â He slides the cooler open and gives his scoop a twirl, making her giggle.
The door opens and Robin slowly peeks her head out, looking flabbergasted. âWho in the world are you talking to? Why are you talking like that?â
âCareful, Buckley,â Steve nods towards the child. âThereâs a princess in our midst. Wouldnât want her to throw you in the dungeon for disrespect.â
Robin looks at the tiny child who is watching Steve with rapt attention.
âI think sheâs more interested in the ice cream, actually.â
Steve gasps as he puts a couple scoops into a small bowl. âHearsay, Buckley. Sheâll have your head for that.â He takes the bowl around the counter and kneels on one knee as if heâs a knight, presenting it to her with a bowed head. âThe finest strawberry ice cream in all the land, your highness.â
She claps her hands and her shoes light up as she stomps her feet. âSt'aw'by! T'ank, Da'y!â
Robinâs eyes widen and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. âDaddy?â
âSailor!â
Eddie Munson comes sliding into the lobby, his shoes squeaking on the waxed floor. He catches himself before he face plants and gasps like heâs ran here from the other side of the mall.
âSailor, honey, you canât run off like that!â he says around gulps of air. âAbout gave me a heart attack.â
Steve picks the child up and scrunches his nose. âI think it might be time to give those backpack leashes a try,â he tells him. âSheâs getting too curious for her own good.â
âWayne said I did the same thing at her age. Said it used to drive my mama crazy, trying to keep track of me.â Sailorâs chin is sticky with ice cream and Eddie wipes some of it off with his thumb. âYouâre taking after your old man a little too much, bug.â
Sailor holds out her spoon. âDa'y try?â
Eddie can only huff a laugh and shake his head fondly. âThank you, baby.â He leans forward to take a bite of the offered ice cream and then turns to Steve to give him an apologetic look. âIâm sorry, I swear I had a hold on her. She saw the Scoops sign and then took off before I could catch her.â
Steve sighs. âIt looks like weâre gonna have a little Road Runner on our hands.â
âShe definitely takes after you in that department, sweetheart,â Eddie grins.
A throat clearing interrupts them and they both look at where Robin has been silently watching the three of them.
âSomeone care to fill me in on all of this?â
buy me a â?
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