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Review of "Teardrops" by Steven in Stereo - 03.03

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Steven In Stereo ALBUM REACTION: Louis Tomlinson - LIVE

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25 June 2024

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oh no steven 😣 17/12/23

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The Harmony Codex vinyl I bought yesterday 🤍

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Okay I’ve received a Lot of Feedback from my previous poll so I decided to make a second one! The winner from this poll will go against Johnlock and we’ll finalllyyyyy see which is the biggest hate crime in fiction of all. Reblog for sample size etc

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Stereo Stevens

Stereo MC’s Connected (1992) is a fun set of danceable, slightly trippy, vaguely hip-hop cd. Perfect early 90’s music that I still enjoy when it comes up on rotation to be played. I loved the vibe, the video was fun enough that I picked up the stand-alone, on sale, at HMV. Enjoyed but not enough to follow the group. Next on the ’s’ shelf is late-60’s Cat Stevens’ An mp3 collection that includes…

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Thanks to @elena-ferrante for tagging!! These are four albums I've been listening to recently (titles in tags).

I'm tagging @theamericanfriend1977 @goldslick @dykesfordivock @deadtypewriter and @slipperyppl if you would like to do the same <3

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"First movie you ever saw in theaters?" Steve lounged opposite of Robin on the couch in his living room, the stereo on low, spitting out Madonna on the local radio station.

"Oh, that's easy." Robin bit off part of a licorice. "Freaky Friday. I remember because I was terrified for weeks that I'd end up switching places with my mom and have to, like, balance a checkbook or something."

Steve laughed, separating m&ms in his hand. "You still don't know how to balance a checkbook, do you?"

"Like you do." Robin playfully glared at him. "Okay, here's a good one. First kiss."

Steve ate the sole blue m&m first, a grin spreading across his face because he usually lied about his first kiss, but he didn't have to. Not with Robin. "Camp Stronghold when I was nine. We met up in the boathouse after lights out to trade contraband."

"Contraband, huh?" Robin raised her brows.

"Candy. I swear my parents loaded me up like I was going to prison. 'This is as good as cash in there, Steven.' I think my dad wanted me to network or something. Because, you know, I was totally gonna start a small business with a group of eight-year-olds."

Robin snickered. "And the kiss?"

"Ah. I didn't actually want candy. I just wanted this kid to like me so bad, and I didn't know why until we were there in the dark tripping into each other because we couldn't see. I had all these butterflies, and we were standing close enough that I could feel the heat off his sunburn in the air." Steve could still picture it. The way he couldn't see more than a few inches in front of his face. "Then he kissed me, just this quick peck on the lips before he turned tail and ran. I left the boathouse with a Snickers and one massive first crush."

"Did anything else happen?" Robin asked.

"No. It was the last week of camp and I think he freaked himself out over it. I don't know. He didn't even really say bye to me after we climbed off the bus to meet our parents. Never saw him again. I honestly never even thought to get his name."

"That sucks."

"Yeah. I just hope he's doing okay, you know? That he's got people in his life that make him feel like he's allowed."

Robin looked at him softly, reaching out to give his ankle a squeeze. "Hey, you never know. You might run into him again someday. Maybe he's your soulmate or something."

"Please. I think you're pretty obviously my soulmate." Steve nudged Robin with his foot. "But I guess he could settle for 2nd place."

"Oh, there's a toast for sure." Snacks tumbling off her lap, Robin reached for her can of Coke on the coffee table and raised it as high as she could reach. "To both of us finding our 2nd places."

"Cheers to that." Steve thrust his own Coke into the air.

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It felt like a big cosmic joke that Steve would be in a boathouse when he realized who Eddie Munson had been all that time. Eddie had looked so different when he'd transferred into Hawkins that Steve had never even given him a second look, not during their shared classes, not during any of those cafeteria tirades. Not during the numerous occasions where he gave the kids rides to D&D.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!"

It was the eyes that finally pulled back the curtain and cut away all those in-between years. Steve had never been close enough to clock them, but he couldn't deny them now. Not at such close range, Eddie holding a broken bottle against his neck, trembling with so much fear that Steve worried he might actually use it.

Dropping the oar from his own shaking hands, Steve said the only thing he could think to say.

"Well, this brings back memories."

Eddie didn't respond, the fear in the air drawing out every second, making it feel infinite. Behind them and in another universe, Dustin said a bunch of stuff Steve barely heard for the pounding in his ears. He watched beads of sweat roll down Eddie's forehead and waited for something to give.

Like clouds fat with rain, Eddie finally broke open, tension draining out of him, arm and weapon dropping to his side. He exhaled a shaky breath, maintaining eye contact, his expression too complicated for Steve to fully read.

Steve was about to say something else when Eddie finally spoke, cocking his head to the side and leveling Steve with a look.

"And here I spent all these years thinking you forgot."

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the after party is better than the party | j.fisher x reader

request: hi im new here and do you any imagine requests at this moment? and if you do can i request an jeremiah smut if you are okay with it btw i love your blog page and your writting thanks girl🥰🫶🏻

a/n: hi babe:) i was so excited to write this one, so thank you for the request! lots of love xx

warnings: smut (MINORS DNI!), oral (fem! receiving), mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing.

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the loud music and the colourful led lights around the house with the red solo cup in my hands all were factors to the buzz that i was feeling. i giggled as i danced with a few girls that i just met.

my eyes travelled across the room to the wall where my golden retriever boyfriend stood with steven. steven was clearly drunk which was making jeremiah, who was the dd, laugh. our eyes connect and he offers his iconic sweet smile, he lifts the cup of water in his hand towards me as a cheers with a wink.

even though we’ve been dating for over a year, jeremiah fisher still makes my heart race and my cheeks flush with his pretty smile. i pull away from the dance floor and walk towards jeremiah and steven, stumbling slightly over my feet.

“what are you two doing?” i giggle as i approach them, jeremiah’s empty hand pulls me by my waist and holds me close to him, “hey gorgeous, we’re just chatting”

“it’s a party! you guys should be dancing with me.” i exclaim, before bringing my drink to my lips to take another sip.

the two laugh at my comment before jeremiah leans down to plant a soft kiss on my forehead, “what are you drinking?”

“probably something girly like a white claw” steven snickers while crushing his empty can and tossing into the nearby trash can. his eyes land on shayla before quickly excusing himself to go see her.

“it’s just some vodka cranberry” i answer before resting my chin on his shoulder, “you’re like really pretty.”

he smiles at me, “that’s all you, lover”

i shake my head at him before finishing my drink and throwing it out, “no, like you’re model level pretty. you know, i am so lucky to have you as my boyfriend!”

jeremiah places his hands on my hips and connects our lips. my arms subconsciously wrap around his neck and my fingers gently playing with his curly locks. his lips slowly start to travel towards my flushed cheek, then to my ear and then down to my jawline. i sigh happily, relaxing into his touch,

“do you wanna get out of here?” his whispers into my ear, “i promise the after party is better than the party”

i look up into his blue orbs, there’s a slight glimmer of lust in them and i nod, “yeah”

he grabs my hand and we walk away from the crowd of drunk teenagers. jeremiah squeezes my hand as we walk towards his red jeep wrangler. he opens the passenger door for me,

“alright, get in, my sweet girl” he tells me as i carefully climb into the seat. he pulls the seatbelt and leans over my lap to lock it in. as jeremiah straightens up, his thumb caress my cheek before pulling me into a kiss.

his soft lips make the butterflies in my stomach go into a frenzy and the slight pool in thong makes sitting uncomfortable. i shift in my seat and he notices before chuckling,

“soon baby” he promises before getting into the drivers seat.

the car ride feels like a life time as he drives us to my house, which was coincidentally across from his. his hand never left my upper thigh, his fingers drumming slightly to the music playing off the stereo,

“seems like you were having fun tonight,” jeremiah grins, “saw you dancing it up on the floor”

i laugh, “music is made for dancing, babe.”

“we also have that vodka cran to thank.” he mentions as he pulls up on my driveway.

the two of us walk into my house through the front door and head towards my bedroom on the second floor. luckily, both of my parents were away for the weekend due to needing to head back home briefly for a business meeting.

“are your parents home?”

i giggle, “no, they’re away for the weekend. so we can be as loud as we want.”

he smirks at me, “good.”

jeremiah opens my door and motions for me, i smile at him

“always a gentleman,” i say to him as he closes the door behind himself,

“anything for my girl.”

i sit on my bed and pull his wrist to sit next to me. i pull him into a kiss which quickly turns into a heated make out session. he carefully lays me down and situates himself to hover over me. our lips never disconnecting in the process.

my hands travelling from his large biceps and shoulders to his hair which i tug at, causing jeremiah to release a low moan,

“fuck that’s so hot.” i mumbled against his lips, he pulls away to remove his shirt and i quickly do the same. his eyes following my every move,

“fuck you’re so hot” he says back to me, reciting what i had just said moments ago before leaning down to kiss my neck and throat area. my hands stay busy in his locks as he sucks on a sensitive part, making me moan and buck my hips.

he licks the spot that he proudly marked me as his, “now everyone will know that you are mine.” he breathes out before continuing to kiss me down to my chest. jeremiah has one forearm supporting his weight above me, while the free hand effortlessly unclasps my yellow laced bra.

“is this okay?” he asks sweetly

no matter how many times we’ve had sex, he always makes sure that i’m okay. i nod quickly, his lips litter kisses across my chest and kisses my nipples, making me shudder from the pleasure. he eventually makes it to the waistband of my shorts, i lift my hips up so it’s easier for him to pull them down.

jeremiah plays with the edge of my matching yellow thong as me kisses my inner thigh, “fuck, baby, you’re so wet. is this all for me?”

i nod at him, pulling at his curls, “it’s all for you, jeremiah. please stop teasing.”

he chuckles, “always so needy for me.”

with that, he pulls down my thong and places a single kiss on the bundle of nerves making me moan loudly in response. i can feel his smile against my skin before he licks a long stride up my centre,

“you always taste so good,” he moans as he continues to eat me out. his tongue works his magic, sending my body into a bliss as he traces figure eights and sucks on my clit.

“jeremiah,” i cry out, tugging harder at his hair, “fuck, i’m close”

the knot in my stomach tightening as he moves faster to help me reach my orgasm, i let out a pornographic moan as he inserts two of his fingers into me. his fingers thrust quickly and harder into me making me pant.

“come on my tongue, baby.” was all that was needed before my legs started to shake and the knot inside releasing the waves of constant pleasure.

jeremiah continues to finger me through my orgasm as i slowly come down from the high. i breath heavily and brush my fingers through my hair, he smiles at me with evidence of my orgasm glistening on his lips.

he fiddled with his shorts before pulling them down with his boxers. his erection slapping his six pack, he sighs from the relief of his tight boxers. he grabs a condom from my nightstand drawer before carefully rolling it onto his length.

my heart rate and breathing patterns regulate by the time he returns back to me. he hovers over me with support from his hands that are next to my head, “ready, baby?”

“fuck yeah,” i breath out, he kisses me quickly before lining himself up. i open my legs wider for him to give better access, jeremiah lets out a low groan as he enters into me,

“holy shit, y/n, you feel so good.”

my back curves upwards in reaction to his thick cock stretching my inner walls out, “fuck, jeremiah!”

he slowly starts to thrust into me, the two of us in a panting and moaning mess. jeremiah lowers himself to get more contact with my body, our sweaty chests touching each other. he connects our lips before quickening the pace of his thrusts.

i grab onto his shoulders before slowly clawing his back, making him throw his head back in pleasure. his necklace dangles over me, this moment needed to be engraved in my memory forever.

jeremiah fisher, his built body with defined shoulders and chest muscles shining in the moonlight from my window, his head throw back which showing the small veins in his neck, and his necklace hanging in front of me.

“i’m close,” he moans out as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. i squeeze his shoulders, feeling close to my second orgasm. i can feel him feeling open mouthed kisses on my neck and his thumb rubbing harsh circles on my clit.

he kisses the edge of my lips, “fuck, i know you’re close, baby. i can feel you squeezing on my cock.”

i feel my legs starting to shake, “harder, jere”

his hips move slower but snap harder, the tip of his length hitting my sweet spot harder than before.

“that’s it, baby” he pants, “fucking come on my dick.”

i let out a high pitch moan as my toes curl, fingernails scrapping down his muscular back, and my back arching in pure pleasure. i feel myself squeezing harder around him which resulted in him also releasing into the condom.

he slowly thrusts into me while his hands brush out the hairs from my face, “you’re so amazing, y/n, truly.” he whispers before pulling out.

my muscles relax and my eyelids start feeling heavy, jeremiah soon gets up to throw out the condom while also pulling his boxers on.

i raise my head up from the pillow as he leaves my bedroom, in confusion, i call out, “jeremiah?”

within seconds he returns with two glasses of water and a warm towel. he hands me a cup and tells me to relax as he slowly cleans me up.

we both crawl under my blanket, his arm instinctively wrapping around my waist to pull me closer, “i love you, my sunshine.” he mumbles into my hair and kisses my bare shoulder,

“i love you too, baby”

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ALBUM REACTION: ZAYN - Room Under The Stairs Steven In Stereo

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Steven In Stereo - ALBUM REACTION: Ashton Irwin - Blood On The Drums (The Thorns)

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hawkins high alumni always run the end of year carnival to help raise funds for the school and steve is always in charge of the alumni basketball game, but this year they’re trying out a kissing booth and who better to headline than steve harrington? | ( 3.9k – a little angst, a little fluff, kinda enemies to kinda lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

E Y E S H A L F S H U T 🎶 dream boy, savannah conley

“Now, please don’t be late, Steven. Jason’s done with his shift right at seven and we don’t want to keep people waiting.” Miss Click tapped on the clipboard in her hand before hanging it back up on the nail hammered into the wall of the booth, “Robin Buckley volunteered to cover the cash register for your shift too! You remember Robin.”

Steve felt his jaw tick with irritation as he tried to hide the grimace on his face, his old History teacher practically beaming at the very mention of his friend. Of course Robin volunteered to run the register. She just wanted a front row seat for what was sure to be the most humiliating night of his life.

“Great. Robin Buckley. A real grade A student,” he said with a forced smile, jamming his hands into the pockets of his Levi’s.

“I thought so too! Such an attentive pupil,” Miss Click agreed before checking her watch. “Oh dear, I need to go check on the cake walk. I’ll see you back here in a few hours, I’m sure we’ll have record donations!” and with that she was off across the football field leaving Steve alone in the small booth to freak out about what he’d just agreed to.

A kissing booth. Great. Perfect. Totally fine.

He definitely wasn’t sore about Tommy getting to run the alumni basketball game instead of him. Wasn’t stressing the fuck out about the idea of having to kiss people for an hour straight. Or worse, kiss no one at all and have to live under a rock for the rest of his life and he totally wasn't going to kill Robin for ‘graciously volunteering’ to take money at his expense.

Loosing a sigh from his chest Steve ran his hands through his hair and kicked at the frame of the wall, KISSING BOOTH written above him. All curly letters and lipstick marks and bright red paint, taunting and teasing him about what would be happening in a few short hours.

It was going to be fine. Totally fine. Steve Harrington could handle a few smooches for charity. Right?

Right?

Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you? You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two. I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you.

Joan Jett was yelling through the speakers of your stereo as you leaned over your dresser, swiping mascara through your lashes in the mirror, trying your best to hurry up and get ready for the Hawkins High Jamboree.

Did you want to go? Absolutely not.

Was your room mate and best friend making you go with her? 100%.

“So, like, are you gonna be ready this century or should I plan on arriving in a coffin? Actually. Steve’s gonna probably put me in one anyway, might be doing him a favor,” Robin mused around her toothbrush from across the hall in the bathroom.

“Hah, are you kidding? That guy came out of the womb as a fully formed show boat. He loves shit like this,” you shot back, shaking your head at the thought of Steve posted up at the kissing booth. A stupid, shit-eating grin pasted on his face. Signature hair all perfectly coiffed. A ridiculously long line of girls just waiting to fawn over him.

“Can’t argue you on the show boat bit, but he’s still totally gonna kill me,” Robin said snorting as she spat her toothpaste into the sink.

You weren’t sure what had happened between senior year and now, but somehow your best friend had also become Steve Harrington’s best friend and it made absolutely no sense.

At first you’d been extremely skeptical, even overprotective of her, and made it a point to tag along with them where ever they were going to make sure he wasn’t going to do something shitty, but much to your chagrin he proved you wrong every single time. He was even nice and somehow made Robin ugly laugh more than you did. How dare he?

“C’mon, I don’t wanna keep Nance waiting, she’s gonna be downstairs soon,” Robin popped her head in through your door and you shot her a grin.

“Ooo, eyeliner. Are you two going out after?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at her and she frowned, cheeks flushed.

“Yeah. Maybe. What’s it to you?”

“Nothing!” you held your hands up in surrender and gave her a little smile, “Just–it’s about damn time. You two have been dancing around each other for months.”

Robin was pretty private about her love life, especially after things hadn’t worked out with Vickie, and you were one of the only ones who really got to be in the know. Well. You and Steve, but you had to hand it to him. He at least seemed pretty damn empathetic and supportive in that regard toward Robin and you were thankful to him for it.

“What, are you keeping track?” Robin grumbled, smoothing her shirt down a bit and picking at the chipped black polish on her nails.

“You’re the one with the scoreboard,” you gently teased back, shoving your feet into the Chucks next to your dresser, but then your expression softened as you looked up at her, “You know I’m not. I’d be one to talk anyway, my love life is non-existent.”

“Yeah, well. Maybe you should try. It’s not all bad. Look at me, put myself out there and already have a date,” she said pointedly, scrunching up her nose at you.

“No, thanks,” it was your turn to grumble and you shouldered past her into the hallway.

“Wait. Wait a second. Yes. Yes, thanks!” she said, tone suddenly shifting into the one where you knew she was up to no good.

“Robs, whatever you’re about to say? Don’t,” you grabbed your wallet and chapstick off the kitchen table and turned to fix her with a look. The way she was grinning at you was horrifying. “Oh my god. What?”

“Kiss him,” she said simply and you looked at her blankly.

“What?”

“Put yourself out there! Kiss him!” she said again more enthusiastically and your stomach flipped over.

“Steve? Oh, wow. Let me go ahead and put a ‘hell’ in front of my no. No, Robs. No way,” you crammed your things into your pockets and shook your head, opening the fridge to try and find a beer. Booze suddenly felt very, extremely, necessary.

“Seriously! C’mon! What, are you chicken?” she make a little squawking noise as you cracked open the last beer hiding at the back of the fridge.

“Seriously?” you parroted back, “What, are you twelve? No, I’m not doing it.” You took a long drink from the can in your hand and grimaced as the carbonation fizzed in your nose. Too much.

“If you do, I’ll leave you alone for a whole week,” Robin’s tone was sing-songy, dragging out the vowels as she leaned on the open fridge door and smiled at you all sweetly. Full of mischief.

You waited, took another drink of beer and narrowed your eyes at her. She’d been begging you to go on a double date with her and Nancy and the thought of it made you want to throw up. Not only were double dates super cringy, but one: you didn’t have a boyfriend and two: Robin always suggested Steve and you’d immediately have to shut it down. He was absolutely not your type and there was no way you’d make it more than thirty minutes.

“Two weeks,” you countered, “And if you’re gonna hang out with him it can’t be here.”

“Deal!” she said much too quickly, sticking her hand out to you and you frowned, taking it and shaking it aggressively.

“Great. Deal.” It was just a kiss, right? Not stupid Seven Minutes in Heaven or Spin the Bottle, just cramming a dollar into a jar and a quick peck on the lips and you’d be free from Robin’s meddling for two whole weeks. Worth it.

Buzzzzz.

Someone was at the door, a Nancy Wheeler shaped someone, and the color drained from Robin’s face.

“Oh, c’mon. You’re fine, you look great,” you took another drink of your beer and then offered the last half of it to Robin who finished it off in one go.

“It’s not—“ Robin burped, beer was a bad choice, “—too much?”

“No, it’s not too much. The eyeliner is nice, really brings out the black in your heart. Now let’s get go,” you grabbed the empty can from her hand and tossed it in the recycling before shoving her toward the door.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna kiss Steve,” she said, grin tugging at the corners of her lips and your expression soured.

“Oh my god, just go,” and despite your grumbling, despite insisting on your irritation, all you could think about the entire ride over was a sliver of a memory from last summer.

It was smack in the middle of July. Sun beating down with the intent to fry you alive.

Robin had practically begged you to go get ice cream and it wasn’t like you were gonna say no. It was hotter than hell out, of course you were gonna get ice cream, but then Steve tagged along. Sat across from you in the booth and ordered a strawberry milkshake. Wrapped his perfectly pouted lips around the straw and sipped it slowly. Licked whipped cream from his fingers. Ate the cherry last and looked up at you when he’d pulled it from the stem with his teeth and for a split second all you could think about was him.

What it would taste like. What it would feel like.

What it would be like to kiss Steve Harrington.

“Bye now,” Jason was smiling all saccharine sweet. Pure sugar. Too much and too fake as the girl he’d just kissed slowly backed away from him. Unable to pull her eyes away as he leaned against the frame of the booth effortless and on display for the girls waiting in line, all of them disappointed they hadn’t beat the clock to seven.

And as Steve walked across the field to take Jason’s spot, he audibly groaned watching the other boy soak it all up.

Fuck this. He was not excited, he was not looking forward to this, and he did not want to stand anywhere near a damn kissing booth. Roughing his hands over his face he sucked in a deep breath. It was only an hour. Sixty minutes. It would fly by.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the King!”

Yeah, no. This was going to suck.

“Haven’t used that since Junior year, Carver,” Steve’s voice was flat, unamused, and when he walked up on the line a few of the girls huddled up and started to whisper.

“Ah, c’mon, Harrington. Return of the king! Back on top!” the grin that pulled at the corners of Jason’s mouth grew as he fed off Steve’s negative energy. “C’mon, the ladies love it,” and as he turned back to the line a couple girls toward the end started to walk away, “Oof, guess I’m a hard act to follow.”

Steve jammed his tongue into his cheek, hands balling up at his sides as he eyed the other boy, wanting nothing more than to put a fist into Jason’s face. “It’s for charity, dumbass. Not a damn competition,” Steve grumbled as the other boy pushed himself off the wall of the booth.

“Whatever you say, King Steve. Dropping like flies. Least you’ll get out of here early,” Jason sneered and gave Steve a too-hard clap on the back. Biting down on his lip, Steve struggled to keep himself in check, struggled to keep his hands at his sides until someone else chimed in.

“Carver you better get goin’, gonna be late for Bible study,” Robin walked up on the boys with you and Nancy in tow and gave Jason a too-sweet smile of her own, “Don’t wanna let Jesus down. Well. More than you already have I guess.”

Jason’s face turned beet red and Steve stifled a laugh with a very unconvincing cough, a few scattered giggles coming from the line.

“Shut up, Buckley.”

“Tsk, tsk. How’s it go? Love your neighbor or whatever? Anyway, so nice to see you!” Robin punched him a little harder than she should’ve in the shoulder and walked up behind the counter to take over for Chrissy Cunningham. “Alright, ladies! Now that we’ve taken out the trash – come give the King of Hawkins high a big ol’ smooch and help buy new basketball uniforms! Real win/win here, friends,” her voice was so loud it made people’s heads turn over at the cake walk and Steve wanted to die.

“Jesus, Robin,” he hissed, scrambling over to take up his post under the giant red sign.

Nancy turned to you shaking her head, but smiling all fond over Robin, “I kinda feel bad for him.”

“I don’t,” you said with a laugh, watching the line perk up a bit with Robin’s encouragement as Steve looked like he wanted to pass out, giving the first girl in a line a kiss.

“You know, he’s not that bad,” Nancy said, giving you a nudge with her elbow.

Glancing back over at the booth you saw the second girl walk up and give her dollar to Robin, Steve’s face still flushed and pink, but lips just as pouted and perfect as they’d been that day at the diner. Sipping down strawberry milkshake and pulling the cherry off the stem and you felt your stomach flip over.

“Yeah, I guess,” you muttered, but Nancy chuckled when she saw how rosy your cheeks had grown.

“Okay, well you better get in line or you’ll have Robin on your ass worse than before,” she reminded you of your deal and you groaned. “It’ll be easy,” she said giving you a grin, “And he really is a good kisser.”

Your blush only deepened with her words and you tried to hide it, throwing your eyes down to your feet and starting to walk away, “Okay, great! Can’t wait. So awesome. Just the best.”

“Relax! It’s just a kiss!” she called over her shoulder as you fell into the last place in line behind someone from your old AP English class, trying very hard to not turn and run away.

At first it was an extremely awkward and uncomfortable exchange of events for Steve.

People would give Robin their money, she’d say thank you in her silly sing-songy Robin voice, and then they’d walk up to Steve and smile. Sometimes it was shy, sometimes it was overly aggressive, and sometimes there’d be a weird pause where they’d just stare at each other. He’d clear his throat nervously or stress about whether or not he should’ve brushed his teeth two more times before he’d left the house, but eventually she’d lean in and they’d kiss and then it’d be over.

It was ridiculous because he used to kiss random girls all the time at parties and shit in high school. Used to love it. Maybe because it stroked his ego. Because he liked showing off. Maybe he didn’t get enough affection at home. Maybe Nancy Wheeler broke his heart and he just wanted to forget, but now? Things were different now. He was different now.

He didn’t sleep around, he didn’t kiss and tell, his dating life was abysmal and this kissing booth just seemed to add insult to injury.

“Steve,” Robin whisper-yelled between customers as if she could tell he was spiraling, “You’re doing great. Only two more to go and you’re done!”

“God, Robin. Please stop talking,” Steve hissed back and gave the next girl a weak, half-hearted smile.

“Just saying–”

“Hi,” Steve cut Robin off and greeted the shorter, blonde girl he recognized from Senior year science. She was second-to-last in line ahead of you and you fought back a laugh, watching the awkwardness unfold.

“Hi, Stevie,” she purred and Steve’s stomach lurched.

Stevie? Oh god. Why?

She’d clearly just applied a fresh layer of shiny, pink gloss right before her turn came up and when she leaned in toward him, Steve waited til her eyes were closed to grimace. What? He wasn’t a monster.

It was slippery and wet and not good, but Steve gave her what he hoped was a friendly enough smile as she pulled away all starry-eyed.

“Maybe see you around? When you’re done?” she asked and he swallowed thickly.

“Yeah! Ye–maybe,” he stuttered and she slipped him a piece of paper with her number on it.

“Call me,” she winked and Steve died.

“Okay, sure. Thanks,” he stumbled over his words and when she finally turned away you watched as he screwed his eyes shut, muttering under his breath.

You caught the words stupid and want to die and you almost laughed, but it fell apart in your throat as the girl walked away and left you there. Last in line and panicking as you suddenly remembered what was supposed to happen next. Why were you just as nervous as he was?

Shaking off the last kiss, Steve was ready to just be done. Only one left Robin said, but when he looked up the pained expression on his face softened.

You.

Robin’s room mate. Her best friend. Her cute best friend. The one who fought him over best friend duties. Who teased him relentlessly and gave him shit all the time. Wasn’t afraid to eat an entire pizza on her own and always ordered a chocolate shake with sprinkles at the diner. Who wasn’t afraid to call him out on things and had a mouth like a sailor. A mouth he’d wanted to kiss more and more every time he saw you, but he could never find the right time to ask or try or make a move and–

“Oh,” fell from him, quiet and surprised and your lips twisted into a little frown.

“Oh,” you said back trying to tease, but it came out sounding a lot more hurt than anything.

Steve’s brows pinched together with worry and he took a step toward you, the most he’d moved all night. “N-no, sorry. I didn’t mean it like…” he rubbed at the back of his neck, trying hard to put words to what he was trying to say, but they weren’t coming out.

“That’s okay. S’for a good cause, right?” you shrugged and forced a smile.

“Yeah. Right,” he agreed lamely as you crammed a dollar into Robin’s hand with a glare. Two weeks better be worth it.

Then turning back to Steve you took another tiny step toward him and he did the same putting you two dangerously close. Almost toe-to-toe. The scent of fresh laundry and spearmint and boy making you feel dizzy, making you feel dumb, and when you pulled your eyes off the ground to look up at him your breath caught in your throat.

Fuck he was pretty.

That pout. The twin moles on his cheek. The soft slope of his jaw. The way his hair fell messy across his forehead and into his eyes all warm honey, liquid amber, melted caramel. He was making it hard to hold your grudge and you could feel the wall you’d put up around yourself start to crumble.

“So. We just–” you didn’t finish your sentence as he looked down at you, his lips parted, waiting, anticipating.

“Yeah. Yeah, uh–” Steve’s voice was low and made your tummy twist as he shook his head a little and leaned down. Tried to do the same thing he’d been doing all night, but suddenly so damn unsure. He paused, close enough you could feel his breath as it warmed over your cheek, “Is this–is this okay?”

“Mmhm,” you murmured and you didn’t have to wonder anymore. You were nervous, just like he was was, and it scared the shit out of you.

“Okay, guess I’ll just–” he said, voice barely above a whisper as he closed the gap between you and finally, finally pressed his lips soft and sweet to yours.

And it was everything.

It was slow and curious and a little shy, but the feeling of him against you pushed you to be brave and you tilted your head. Deepened the kiss. Opened for him and he slipped a hand wide and warm and soft at the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair and holding you even closer.

His tongue chased along your bottom lip and you sighed into him, letting him swallow all your soft pretty sounds until you were both breathless and needing air and when he started to pull away you swore you’d give Robin every single bill in your wallet to do it again.

Steve huffed a laugh, hand still holding you gentle at your neck and you bit your lips between your teeth to fight off a grin, too caught up in each other to care about anything else until–

“Yeah, think I’m gonna need another dollar for that one,” Robin was beaming at you two like an idiot and you both fixed her with a look, all sass and attitude.

“Robin,” your voice blended with Steve’s and Robin laughed so hard she snorted.

“Oh my god, please, please make this work. Look at you two. This is ridiculous. Here, go get a drink,” and she fisted a wad of dollars from the register, counting it out and replacing it with money from her own wallet before practically shoving it at Steve.

“What–”

“No, seriously, Harrington. Leave. Get outta here. It’s eight anyway,” Robin cut Steve off and pointed at her watch. Eight on the dot. Kissing Booth closed.

“Uh,” Steve started, looking back over at you with a lopsided smile, “Wanna get a drink?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, hummingbird wings and nerves and a feeling you hadn’t had in a long time. A tiny flicker breathed into flames when Steve pressed his lips to yours and you felt your cheeks warm again at the thought of it.

“For charity?” you teased, trying hard to will your blush away as you pulled your eyes up to meet his.

“No way,” he said, too quick and suddenly his cheeks matched yours. Pink and rosy and warm and you laughed. “No,” he tried again, smile tugging into a smug grin. Just a tiny bit King Steve, but the show of confidence made you weak in the knees, made you want to kiss him again and you grinned right back.

“Okay, but you’re driving. Robs has a hot date,” turning you winked at Robin and her jaw dropped, fighting the urge to dive over the counter and kill you.

“A hot date?” Steve’s eyes grew wide and he reached up to slap at Robin’s hands, “With Nance??”

“I’m late, gotta get this to Click, told her I’d close this up by eight so she could go home,” Robin rambled, trying to pretend like there was so much to do, but failing miserably.

“Have fun!” you teased, throwing her sing-songy tone back in her face, but she ignored you, walking off across the football field still mumbling under her breath.

You looked back to make a joke to Steve, to laugh at Robin, but the sight of him had your words dying in your throat.

"Ready?" he asked, twirling his keys on his ring finger, looking the most relaxed he’d been all night and your heart leapt, hammering against your ribcage. Deep green henley snug across his chest. Dark wash Levi’s hugging all the right places. Hair still messy in his eyes. Those eyes. One hand jammed in his pocket and dirty blue Adidas shifting on the terf, ready to get outta there. Ready to get a drink with you and dammit, Nancy was right.

He was a good kisser.

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[sweetyyhippyy]

Swayze Moves. Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader. *FLUFF*

Summary: Steve's fiancé has a bad day at work. He does his best to cheer her up.

Word Count: 654

TW: Tooth rotting, extra cheesy fluff.

Note: I saw this tiktok and immediately thought of Steve.

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Steven’s poor fiancé had come home from work in a horrible mood, understandably so. 

She had ranted and raved that a customer called her a dumb bitch because she had forgotten a side of ranch. Another table ran out on their bill, which means she was responsible for taking care of it out of her pocket. And she got stuck covering for Kelly’s shift without being asked. 

All she wanted to do was have a big bowl of ice cream with all the yummy fixings and go to bed. 

The stereo plays in the back while Steve went through the cassette tapes they both owned, looking for the one that he needed. Once he finds it, he takes out the current tape and replaces it with the new one, seeking the track he wants to play. 

She sighs as she’s cutting the strawberries for her treat, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “Steve, could you not mess with the music please?” Her tone had been spicier than she meant for it to come out.

He fast forwards the song to the part that he knew would perk her mood up. Steve comes up from behind her, jumping up on the counter next to her and straightening his legs out. 

She gasps as Steve comes into her view, raising her eyebrows at him, confused as to what he was doing. “What are you doing?” 

“What are you doing?” Steve asks in a sultry tone, biting back a laugh that wanted to creep out. 

“I’m wondering why you’re on the counter.” Snorting a laugh. 

“You’ll see, honey.” Steve wiggles his eyebrows at her suggestively. He points toward the stereo on the other side of the room, drawing her attention that way. “Sylvia? Yes, Mickey?” He mouths along to the song playing in the back. 

She finally starts to piece together what he was doing. A smile spreads across her face while she watches him. 

Steve slides off the counter and onto his feet, swinging his hips back and forth, rather sensually she might add. “How do you call your lover boy?” He looks to her to finish the line, only to be met by her giggling to herself and shaking her head. 

Steve gasps, raising his arms in disbelief that she missed her queue. “And if he still doesn’t answer, I simply say…” He points to her, encouraging her to play along with him. 

“Baby, oh baby.” She finally responds, closing the gap between her and Steve’s body. 

Fully into this little game he started, Steve starts to play the air guitar along with the song much like Patrick Swayze does in the movie, one that he would never admit to enjoying. 

“My sweet baby, you’re the one.” She throws her arm around his neck, swaying her hips along with Steve’s. 

Steve wraps his arm around her lower back, smiling at his fiancé. “I know you had a shitty day, I just wanted to make you feel better. Take your mind off everything.” 

Her fingers rake through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You did, handsome.” She stretches to kiss the top of his nose sweetly. “I love seeing you pull out your best Patrick Swayze moves.” 

Steve chuckles, shaking his head. “That’s a secret between the two of us, okay?” 

“Aww,” She says in fake disappointment. “You mean we aren’t going to recreate that at the wedding for our first dance?” 

“Absolutely not! That’s just for us in the middle of the kitchen.” 

She rolls her eyes in sarcasm. “Can we at least watch Dirty Dancing tonight?” Batting her eyes at him sweetly, knowing Steve could never say no to her when she pulled out those eyes at him. 

“Alright, fine. But not a word about how hot Patrick Swayze is, got it?” Pointing his finger at her, trying to act fake tough. 

“Sir, yes sir.”

It was definitely going on their wedding playlist.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x WednesdayAddams!reader [3.2K] 18+

It took a lot to get you really worked. Like really, really annoyed. You preferred your moods cool and indifferent, face passive, eyes sharp, never letting anyone know you cared. Then Steve Harrington came along and made everything infinitely more difficult. Because where Steve went, attention and girls - and oftentimes, boys - followed. 

And that wasn’t something you liked. In fact, you didn’t enjoy it at all. You were used to the looks, the whispers, the bitchy comments about the clothes you wore, the rumours about ritual sacrifices, vials of blood, hidden tattoos on your skin that were apparently the sign of a long lost cult. But hey, Eddie was seemingly a part of that too.  

You could handle all that, the stares, the uneasy looks that lingered on you for too long. You didn’t like it, but you could keep your expression passive and sullen enough that eventually they gave up and got bored. 

The attention Steve garnered was different. Because he was really pretty and dressed nice, he smelled good and had perfect hair and a cool car and sometimes when he smiled, even you felt your breath hitch and catch. So some girls got brave, got bold, and they’d come too close and forget you were there, confused and puzzled at how Steve could possibly want to be with you when you were so… what did they say?

Scary? Intense? Weird? Creepy?

You could handle those names too, you leaned into them, in fact. Wore them like medals and wielded them like weapons but then girls in bubblegum pink lipstick pressed themselves against your boyfriend and suddenly you didn’t know the meaning of the word passive. 

You cared. And your face showed it. 

So you barged through the crowd of the party, all sharp elbows and pointed glare, eyes fixed on the girl in the pastel skirt who had her fingers at the collar of Steve’s shirt. And when she clocked you coming towards her, eyes flashing, teeth practically bared, she stumbled back from the boy and had the right to look terrified. 

Steve’s eyebrows shot up and he tried not to smile. He hadn’t done anything wrong, no, in fact, he was in the middle of pulling away from the girl when you appeared. But you were flushed in the cheeks and your expression was much more than just its usual sullen pout. You were worked up, lips twisted, eyes filled with a fire he didn’t usually get to see in public. 

He briefly wondered if you’d pick a fight, if the small switchblade he knew was tucked into your boot would make an appearance. He found Eddie’s eyes in the crowd of drunk college kids, both boys amused but still on edge, both waiting to jump into something they weren’t sure they’d be able to split up. 

But your hand found Steve’s and you were leading him away from the girl and Eddie and the crowd and the party, pushing through people who smelled like tequila until fresh air hit you both square in the face and the music was a dull thud. 

“Where’s your car?” You asked it in a tone that was nothing short of demanding, all business like as you held onto the boy’s hand and searched the street.

 The sidewalk was lined with abandoned vehicles, most owners willing to return for them tomorrow in favour of getting black out drunk and stumbling their way through town in the early morning hours. There was the thudthudthud of the distant bassline from the party you’d left, a song on the stereo that you’d really didn’t like and Steve was pulling at you, trying to coax you to look at him. 

The boy could read you like a book and you still weren’t used to it, so you kept your eyes on the cars and scanned the roofs for the maroon shine you were so familiar with. 

“Sweetheart, I’ve only had, like, three beers,” Steve started to tell you softly, “but I don’t think I should—”

“I don’t want you to drive us home,” you told him, finally turning and tilting your chin up to look at him. “Where’s the car, Steven?”

Maybe it was the way you looked, filled with fire and determination, maybe Steve just knew you better than you’d ever thought, but he stared at you for a second too long before he was breathing out a little heavier than before. He swore under his breath, whispered your name like another kind of curse and then he was taking the lead, his hand swallowing yours and pulling you around the block. 

He didn’t say anything when the BMW came into sight, sitting shiny alongside a grassy knoll, most of it hidden by the beginnings of a patch of woodlands, away from the other cars and houses, only kept company by Eddie’s van. 

Steve didn’t open the door either, instead he leant against the side of the car and fixed you with a look that was knowing and spilling over with affection. He knew why you’d pulled him away, he knew why you looked like a thundercloud - black dress, dark eyes, lips downturned and pretty. 

He still didn’t say anything - he wasn’t stupid. 

To call you out on your emotions whilst they were still punching at your chest could be deadly, a fight he’d never win ‘cause he’d never be able to catch you when you pulled away and ran. So he pressed himself to the metal of the car door and spread his legs a little and kept his hands at his sides. 

His eyes were already darker than they normally were, a little hooded as he watched you, waiting, as if he knew what was coming, what you wanted. 

Needed. 

Many mornings and days and nights spent in Steve’s bed, lacking in clothes with kiss swollen lips had led the boy to believe you were some sort of succubus, an expert in making him fall apart, hardly any effort needed. You always disagreed, hiding your embarrassment with your face pressed to his chest as Steve teased you between kisses. 

If Steve had dared burst the bubble, he would have said the same now. ‘Cause you were watching him with an intensity that made his chest ache, moving slowly towards him, hands reaching for the pockets of his jeans, finger curling there and holding. You were all smoke and black ink, short dress skimming your thighs, eyes dark with kohl, layers of necklaces and chains glittering as you moved. 

He hasn’t even been able to bring his hands to your waist before you were pushing up onto your toes and pressing your mouth to his, top lip catching his bottom and enticing the softest moan from him. Steve’s hands caught your face, fingers splayed across your jaw and cheeks as he steady you both, your kisses growing quickly growing urgent. 

There was a greediness there he never experienced a lot. A messy, hot push and pull of your lips on his as your fingers curled deeper into his pockets so you could pull him close and keep him there. Your chest burned with it, whatever semblance of casualness you thought you still had going out the window as your breath picked up to a harsh pant. 

Steve’s thumb pushed at your chin, coaxing your lips apart so he could lick into you and you whined at the lack of control you suddenly had. So you pulled back, lips swollen, hair messier than before and levelled the boy with a gaze that once made him think you were angry. 

Now Steve knew better and he let out a soft groan before reaching for you again. 

“Baby—”

“Back seat,” you told him, and your voice had lost the edge it had once had, words a little clumsy and feeling too big for your mouth because god fucking damnit, you were itching for the touch of the boy. 

Steve fumbled with the keys, dragging them out of his pocket that you had finally released, dropping them on the sidewalk before he managed to open the car. He let you slide in first, swearing hotly at the sight of you crawling across the back bench, the hem of your dress skimming up a little too high to be decent. 

As soon as Steve bundled in after you, the door slamming shut and keeping out the sounds of the party and the forest, you were on him, bare legs either side of his hips, knees pressed to the worn leather seats and your hands in his hair. 

Steve loved you like this, bold as ever but only in a way he’d ever get to see, new expressions on your face that only he could elicit. He liked you on top, face close to his so he could watch you fall apart, so he could watch each pretty feature of your face change before you remembered not to show it. 

Flushed cheeks, sleepy, droopy eyes, parted lips, lashes that fluttered, brows that knitted together when you were about to come. 

He got to call you pretty, got to whisper it against your lips and into your neck and you were too far gone to act as if you didn’t like it, like you’d ever be able to hide the way his voice and his sweet words made you clench down on him. 

You wasted no time in taking what you wanted, lips crushed back to Steve’s as he parted them for you, as eager as you were and his hands under your dress, warm palms pressed to the tops of your thighs. The dark of the night swallowed you both up, far enough from street lights and houses that the shadows painted you both shades of blue and lavender, hands hidden from sight as they pulled at belt buckles and dress straps. 

You were too far gone to consider foreplay, not needing the soft touches that you usually loved so much but missing the feeling of Steve’s fingers sliding between your thighs all the same. You sat up on your knees, grunting a little with the effort of it as you pulled at Steve’s belt, the leather snapping before it was dropped to the floor, your fingers on the button. 

Normally, Steve would try to slow you down, would try to coax you back to a pace that meant he could nip and suck at your skin, and slide his fingers across all the spots he’d taken his time to discover. But you were a little wild with it and the boy didn’t dare interrupt, so he sat against the seat instead and let you have your way with him - head handing back against the chair, jaw slack, cheeks pink and eyes glazed over. 

He had absolutely nothing to complain about. 

He watched you slip your underwear down your legs, black cotton and lace edges, falling to the footwell in the back of his car and Jesus Christ, he couldn’t let you forget about them or Eddie would never shut up. 

Steve hissed at the cool air that hit his stomach when you pulled at his jeans and the boy lifted his hips enough for you to wiggle them down his hips. And then your hand was seeking out what you wanted inside of his boxers, small fingers wrapping around the hard length of him. He groaned, a filthy sound that came from the back of his throat and it had you clinging to his shirt in a desperate, greedy way. 

With no reason to wait, you lifted onto your knees and lined yourself up with his cock, your thighs already slick and sticky with want and Steve swore at the feel of himself bumping against your entrance, twitching at the way you whimpered when the head of him slid against you clit. 

Then Steve was grabbing at you, but hands clutching at your waist so your dress rucked up and all he could see was skin and the press of himself against you. He swore, pupils blown wide as he tried to regain some clarity and he was panting, forehead touching yours. 

“Babe,” he gasped out, breath punched from his chest ‘cause you were still dragging the head of his cock through your wet folds. “Baby, slow down, yeah? You’re gonna hurt yourself, don’t want you to— oh, fu-uck.”

Steve wasn’t bragging, he was definitely too big for you to take in one fell swoop, especially without the thickness of his fingers stretching you out and working you up beforehand. But you were impatient and greedy and somewhat competitive, stubborn to a fault and the face of the girl with the bubblegum lips was still printed in your mind and you needed to get rid of it. 

The thick, heavy throb of Steve inside of you seemed to do just that. 

The stretch was the good kind of painful, a too full feeling making the hook in your stomach pull itself taut and you clenched down around the boy as he swore, head thrown back and neck exposed. 

His hands on your hips only tightened, holding you there so you could adjust and Steve could take a minute to pull himself together. But as always, you became impatient and Steve gave you what you wanted, his touch letting up just enough so you could wiggle experimentally over his cock. The soft scratch of his coarse hair pressed against your clit just right as you started a slow grind over him, every inch of his cock snug inside of you. 

Steve lost it almost immediately, panting and cursing until the windows steamed up and the air smelled like sex, hair sticking messy to his forehead as he gazed up at you with hooded eyes and pink, parted lips. He ran his mouth the more you moved, dirty moans mixing with hot praise and sweet nothings every time you rocked your hips over his. 

But you gave in almost too quickly, the pleasure too much, legs shaking from the need to have more, to feel more. So you fell into the boy, forehead touching Steve’s and your open mouth lingering over his, parted lips just touching as you keened high, his hands on your ass as he lifted his hips back up to yours. 

“Steve,” your voice was the softest he’d ever heard it, hands fisting the shoulders of his shirt as you clung to him and begged, “please please please, Steve.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed back, voice sticky sweet, lips like honey as they mouth down the column of your throat. “Look at you, fuck, you’re desperate, huh? So pretty,” he murmured, lost in the way he could slide in and out of you so easily, the folds of your cunt sticky wet when he soothed his fingers over your clit, breath hitching when he felt himself push back into you. 

You closed your eyes in response, lashes fluttering shut and fanning over your cheeks, lips parted as you let out quiet moans and Steve knew. He knew you were hiding your eyes from him, ‘cause they were turning glassy, wet and wide and unbelievably fucking pretty, glittering with want and need. 

So he let you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, hands palming at your ass under your dress, fingers digging into the soft skin there as he helped you move up and down on top of him, bouncing you on his dick until you were biting down on the pulse under his skin. 

“That’s it,” he told you, “c’mon, baby, lemme feel it.” 

And maybe it was the intensity of it all, maybe it was the way you were clinging to him like you thought you were going to lose him, maybe it was just that way he knew you’d switched off that protective front. But he didn’t hesitate to keep talking, voice low and hot and hushed in your ear, al whilst fucking himself into you, hips thrusting up from the seat. 

“Needed this,” Steve groaned, “huh? You did, I know, I know. Got yourself all jealous and needed to get your hands on me, yeah?” Steve waited for you to pull back and roll your eyes at him, maybe you’d shove your palms to his chest and take back the control until he was the one whining but only pushed your face closer into his neck, your hands pulling roughly at his hair. 

“Fuck, Christ, fuckfuckfuck,” he gasped out, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck when you clenched down on him again and let out a pretty moan by his ear, fingers tugging impatiently at the curls on the nape of his neck. “Don’t need to be jealous, no, shit, no way… allyoursallyoursallyours.”

You pulled back to kiss him after that, his words tugging at something in your chest and you felt entirely too overwhelmed, feeling too much once and it hurt and it crested and you pushed your lips messily to Steve’s only to gasp out:

“M’gonna— fuck, Steve, please.”

Steve was sure he’d never heard you sound so sweet. He made sure to hold your face with one hand whilst the other thumbed over your clit, a constant, steady circle as he held you by your jaw. No hiding, not anymore. Not for his favourite part. 

He knew it was happening by the way your brow crumpled, the tiny furrow above the bridge of your nose and then your lashes were fluttering. 

“C’mon, pretty thing,” he coaxed roughly, voice a rasp ‘cause he was as desperate as you and he needed to fall apart just as much as you did. “Keep those eyes open for me, know you can do it.”

You whined but did as you were told, hands dropping back to clutch at the boy’s shirt, the front of it created from where you pulled and grabbed. Then Steve pressed down on you a little firmer, thumb slipping over your clit with a slick, dirty sound as he kept pumping himself into you, the filthy noise of skin on skin filling the car between each of your moans. 

Your lips fell apart, your head dropped back, you seized up and cried out and Steve wasted no time as he pulled you into him by the back of your neck, his hips stuttering wildly as he felt you tighten around him, legs shaking as he kissed your lips in whatever way he could as you whispered his name over and over. 

He thought you might glare at him as you pulled yourself back, breathing only just returning to normal. Because how dare he suggest you were jealous? You liked to remind people on a daily basis that you didn’t have emotions, face sullen, eyes on Steve as if you were sharing an inside joke. 

Instead, you reached out to smooth away the messy hair that was sticking to his forehead, your legs still pressed to his and you leaned in to slip your lips between his. A soft kiss, slow and longing and filled with almost as much want and need as there had been at the beginning. When you pulled back - only just - and Steve opened his eyes, he saw that same burning in your gaze, the one you’d usually try to hide, along with the slight lip of your lips, an almost smile. 

Just for him. 

“Mine,” you whispered.