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sam-loves-seb · 1 year

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the fruity four but make it hollywood au (2/x)

thinking about makeup artist robin and stunt double steve, both young and inexperienced and new to the area, maybe 19ish, who meet on the set of their first gig--a small commercial about auto insurance where steve has to pretend to crash a car and then robin has to cover him in fake bruises and blood--and become instant friends. robin and steve who are both sleeping on couches of a friend of a friend, who barely scrap together enough money to get an apartment together but they do it.

they work odd jobs to make rent in between gigs. steve refs basketball games on the weekends. robin does face paint at children's birthday parties. it's anything but glamorous, but they wouldn't trade this life for the world. not when they're booking one commercial every three months, not when they sign on to their first tv shows, not when they walk the red carpet together at steve's first leading role movie premiere and the internet goes crazy thinking they're a couple.

they keep living together long after they can both afford their own places--"we're both on locations half the year anyways, i feel like i barely see you enough as it is"--trading in grungy one bedroom spaces for a sold, stable two bedroom apartment big enough for a kitchen and a living room, then upgrading again a few years later to a deluxe sky view tenth floor apartment big enough for a guest room.

it's paradise, living with your best friend. until your best friend gets a boyfriend and falls stupidly in love.

"Robin," steve tries to reason with her. "I'm not leaving the building--hell, i'm not even leaving our floor. I'll be two doors down!"

steve moving in with eddie munson was not on robin's bingo card, but here they are, packing boxes and saying goodbye.

"For fuck's sake," Steve groans. "It's not goodbye--I'm literally coming over tomorrow to watch Bake Off with you."

"You better be."

and so, steve moves out, moves in down the hall with eddie, and robin has to wallow in her apartment all alone for another two weeks before her next job is set to start shooting in georgia. the two weeks are fine, she can live by herself for two weeks, but it's the knowing that she's always going to be coming back to an empty apartment that kills her.

until eddie gets a brilliant idea.

"I have a friend," he tells her one night, when steve is passed out with his head on eddie's lap and it's just eddie and robin watching this week's episode of survivor. "She's been living in Paris for the last year, shooting a handful of French indie films, but she's coming back to LA next month."

Robin raises a brow. "So?"

"So..." Eddie shrugs, running his hand through Steve's hair. "She has her own place in the hills, but she usually crashes in my guest room when she's in town. She'd never admit it, but I don't think she really likes living alone--and I don't blame her. But it's hard finding real fucking friends in our lines of work."

"Eddie, what the hell is your--"

"Have you ever considered getting another roommate?"

and that is how robin finds herself living with famed child/teen actress nancy wheeler, who wears choppy bangs and dark eye makeup that definitely do not go with the family-friendly sitcom star persona she wore for almost a decade.

robin thinks she likes this nancy better, even if she does smoke cigarettes like they're going out of style.

(how eddie munson and nancy wheeler ever became friends in the first place is story for another place and time, but as robin watches nancy smile for the first time in a week when eddie comes over, she makes a mental note to find steve tomorrow and get the full story.)

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thisreadswhatever · 2 years

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Just Like The Movies

part two - read part one here

[description]: steve x fem!reader, robin x reader/eddie x reader (small amount). contains smut, mainly boyfriend/slightly jealous steve, teasing & foreplay

[summary]: in the whirlwind of your night with Steve, you’d forgot you’d left someone waiting.

[wordcount]: 3.1k+

[cw]: 18+, smut, little fluff, swearing, fingering, oral (m receiving), some pet names mainly just ‘baby’, doesn’t follow the exact timeline of the show

[an]: this was actually fun to write considering i’ve never wrote smut before. my first time ever so please be nice! i’m not done with this story just yet so there will be a part three, possibly part four (maybe). i didn’t check throughly so could be some grammar mistakes. hope u enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it !

You’d been waiting all day. The hours seemed to drag forever, which was strange compared to fact your day usually went by too quick when you had an afternoon shift at Family Video. In fact, you couldn’t remember a time when you were actually excited to go to work. You’d cleaned your whole house twice, finished a weeks worth of laundry you’d been putting off and even submitted your final essay for your last college class of the year. Yet every time you looked at the clock, it felt like mere minutes had passed.

You tried to keep yourself distracted so the time would go quicker, but your mind was constantly running with memories of what happened the night before. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced. Steve made you feel things you never thought you’d feel. Turns out it was just like the movies. Those cheesy movies you and Steve used to watch where the guy gets the girl. The romantic, ultimate end scene with the magic make out session. Steve had essentially confessed his love for you, and then, well. He showed you he loved you. It was almost too good to be true. King Steve. You giggled to yourself, remembering how he felt, touching you in ways you’d only dreamed of. Now you sat at your kitchen table eating mac n cheese, remembering every detail back to yourself and you were sure it must’ve been a dream. You’d heard he was good, all those rumours from girls who had lined up to date Steve Harrington. Yet none of it had ever really occurred to you until now. He actually was good.

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With the sound of the car doors locking, Steve had a longing you’d never felt from him before. And just as much as he wanted you, you wanted him back. You’d turned from the car door and looked him right in his eyes, burning with need growing inside you. “I want you more.” You’d finally told him. “Do you trust me?” He held your head in his hands again, searching your eyes for any doubt. “I’m still your best friend Steve. Of course I trust you.” He smiled and in sweeping move, he shuffled himself into the back of the car, pulling you quickly after him. “Steve!” he laughed as you squeezed your way over the middle console between the two front seats. “You’ve obviously had some practice at that.” He chuckled, “I was preparing myself for this, I just didn’t know it yet.” You punched his shoulder playfully and scoffed at him, “I’m sure that’s what it was. Preparation.” He winked at you, “All for you, baby.”

And just like that you were both sitting across from each other. Breathing in the hot tension that engulfed the back seat of Steve’s BMW. You had buried the need for Steve inside you for so many years, but now, you could admit that you would do anything for this man. “You’re sure this, or that I’m, what you want?”

He leaned forward, placing his forehead on yours and his eyes closed, breathing you in. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” And he brought his lips to yours.

It was like you’d never been kissed before. He was holding your face, and you could feel the urgency with his every movement. Your hands rested on his chest, as his brushed your cheeks and flowed into your hair. This couldn’t be real, it was too perfect. Suddenly you felt so light, like you were swimming in sheer bliss, elevated in his warmth. He explored every part of your mouth, brushing his tongue against yours softly, becoming more intense with every second. “I’ve always wondered what you tasted like. Even better than I’d imagined.” You groaned as your mouth moved with his, letting him lead.

“So now…. you’re mine…. right?” He whispered to you as he pulled away from your lips to your neck, burying kisses inbetween every word. The sound of his voice, so dark and determined, sent you over the edge. Slight moans left your throat as you felt the touch of his lips to your skin. “I’m yours.”

You wrapped your fingers in his hair, desperate to find something to relieve the pressure you could feel building inside you. He kissed your cheeks, “these are mine.” And moved his kisses to your eyelids making you giggle “Mine.” He moved back down your face, softly nibbling your lower lip. “These lips are all mine.” He continued to claim every part of you while his hands smoothed their way down your chest and stomach over your clothes, finding his way to the waistband of your skirt. “So perfect.” He was unraveling you with every word. He continued to lower his hands, and now his mouth followed, planting sweet warm kisses on your skin, drawing invisible lines from your jawline to your neck. “This neck, it’s mine?” You didn’t think you’d get the words out. “Yours.” You could feel his smile against the nape of your neck. He traced over your knee highs with his fingers, moving up towards the gap between the end of the sock and the hem of your skirt, gripping the bare skin of your thighs. “these thighs?” You could hear the dark groans surrounding his words. “just yours” you whined as his fingers kneaded into the flesh. He brought his hands under your skirt, feeling the wet cotton of your panties beneath it. You whimpered at the feeling of his fingertips caressing you, circling the soaking fabric. “This pussy?.” He spoke with such certainty, and it was so fucking hot. “Mhmm” was all you could get out between the soft moans. “Mhmm what?” he teased wanting you to say it “it’s yours Steve, everything is yours.” He gently tugged at the cotton, relieving you of the heat you felt mounting. He was whispering to you now, while leaving soft kisses along your earlobe. “Should I feel this pussy, my pussy, y/n?” Holy fuck. “Please Steve. I need to feel you.” You’d never needed anything more.

He released his grip of you and you could’ve cried out for him if you weren’t biting your lips to suppress it. He put his hands on your shoulders, turning your body so you faced away from him. He had sprawled his right leg across the backseats, and his left hanging off the side into the footwell. “Lay back for me, baby.” You did exactly as he said, following his every instruction. With you lay back like this, your head settled perfectly inside the crevice of his shoulder. You could feel him hard beneath your back, turning you on even more. You desperately wanted to feel his cock fill you in every way.

He wrapped his arms around you, undoing the buttons of your shirt, revealing your breasts. He let his hands trace the outline of your body laying against him, moving his hands lower until he was gripping your thighs again. “God I’ve waited so long to feel these thighs. Always walking around in these knee high socks. You don’t even know what you do to me.” You whimpered at his words, his grasp getting tighter and more ferocious. He felt so fierce against your skin but so soft at the same time, like his hands were created for your body. You lifted your head so you could lay soft kisses along his neck, moaning his name into his ear as he felt you. “Steve..this is.. fuck.” He smiled and turned his head towards your face and kissed you back. “You are so perfect, y/n”. He pulled your cotton panties down around your thighs, and teased the skin surrounding your pussy. “Tell me what you want.” He was going to make you beg for it. “Touch me, please, right there Steve.” Your voice was breaking between gasps of pleasure, trying to form coherent sentences, and Steve was melting at the sound of your struggling. He trailed his fingers over your wetness, feeling you raising your hips against him, aching to feel his fingers inside you. “I will never get enough of this.” He was in awe of every part of you.

Suddenly you could feel his fingers inside you, stretching you out. You whimpered at the relief and felt the weight of your back lay into him. You couldn’t contain the moans escaping your lips as they caressed his neck. He was slowly exploring every inch of you with his fingers, discovering your favourite spots with every twitch and pull of your hips as your body responded to him. “So wet for me, baby. All mine.” His words had you spiralling, you could feel small pools of fires burning inside you. You forced your hips further into his hands, grinding into him, and you could feel the fires merging with his hands. “You sound so pretty, y/n. I want to feel you cum for me.” Fuck fuck fuck. You collapsed around his words and he could feel you squeezing his fingers as you climaxed around him. “God damn you feel so nice.” As you came down from your high, he released his fingers from you, bringing them up to his mouth. He slowly licked his fingertips, tasting every piece of you. You lifted your neck up to kiss him, tasting your warmth on his tongue.

You could feel he was so hard beneath you, you turned to face him on your knees and leaned over to kiss him again. “Now, Is it *my* turn to make *you* mine?” you smiled through your kiss as you reached for his belt buckle. “I’m already yours.” Leaning backwards he was watching you undo his belt, releasing him from his jeans. You had heard the rumours but you did not expect them to actually be true. You moved your hand along his cock, rubbing in the precum already dripping from his tip. Your hair was messy around your face, lips raw from kissing him. You already looked fucked drunk. “Look at you like this.” He raised his hand to your face and filled your mouth with two fingers, “so fucking pretty.” You lowered yourself down to him, kissing the tip of his cock before taking him entirely in your mouth. He groaned in response, feeling your hands working in tandem with your tongue, “So good y/n, so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.” You would never get tired of Steve’s praises. He leaned his head back against the window, pushing your mouth deeper, filling you with more of him. You weren’t even sure how you could fit anymore of Steve in your mouth, but you wanted every bit. You could feel him pulsating under you, fuelling his collapse with every movement. “You’re so fucking amazing y/n. Going to fill your pretty little mouth with my cum?” You moaned at the sound of his enjoyment as his hand clasped the back of your head and his half thrusts got sloppy as he came, “Fuck, y/n”, and you could feel his warm liquid trickle down your throat.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you and Steve hadn’t moved much if at all. You both laid there in the back of his BMW, warm and sticky under the euphoria you shared with one another. He traced along your back, tickling you in all the right places, whispering soft praises in your ears. You could lay there like that with him forever. Suddenly you heard a loud bang hit the roof of Steve’s car that rudely interrupted you from your bliss. “What the fuck was that?” You we’re kind of freaked out, and Steve was too though he wouldn’t admit it. “Shhh. Stay still.” Steve reached in his trunk over the backseat headrest and pulled out a bat. “Why the fuck do you have a bat?” He held it upright, and lowered the window using lever next to him. “Long story.” He pulled his body outside the window so his head was parallel with the top of the car. You could hear him quietly laughing. “It’s fine. It’s a cat.” You giggled as he pulled back into the car. “Mr Knowles really needs to start closing his cat flap. Now put that bat away before you turn me on again.” Steve smirked, “Bats are hot? Okay, I gotta remember that for next time.” You laughed with him as he kissed you on the forehead before tossing the bat behind him. “You are an idiot Steve Harrington.”

“Your idiot, y/n/l/n.”

He then slid back into the front seat of the car. “Cmon, time for you to get to bed and me to get home, we both have work tomorrow don’t forget.” You groaned. “The joys of Family Video.”

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The beep of a horn disrupted your daydream of last night, and you jumped out of your seat. Butterflies filled your stomach as you rushed to grab your bag and head for the door, shoes already in place from where you’d put them on in anticipation 20 minutes prior. Steve was outside of his car waiting, holding the passenger side door open for you. “Wow Harrington, does every girl that lets you finger fuck them in the back of your BMW get this kind of treatment?” He rolled his eyes, laughing and shutting the door behind you. “You might wanna be careful or the neighbours will hear you again.” You gasped in shock and punched his arm, “They never heard me!” He chuckled in amusement and roughed his hair through his fingers, turning the car engine on. “I’m pretty sure Mr Knowles cat did.”

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The drive to work was a stark contrast to the drive home the night before. You and Steve were obsessed with each other, you kissing his neck, hands in his hair, his hand on your thigh and on on the steering wheel. “I could seriously get used to this, but if you kiss my neck anymore I will have to pull over and take you here and now.” You melted at his words, revelling in the sound of Steve’s need for you. Robin was already there when the car entered the parking lot. She had been covering Steve’s morning shift. He’d called her once he got home, begging her to cover for him so he could sleep in after a date. Really, Steve just wanted an excuse to get you in his car again, and he knew doing the afternoon shift with you would be a great excuse.

One look at you both as you walked in through the doors of Family Video and Robin knew. You both walked towards the front counter, flirty and wrapped up in your own world you’d created not even 24 hours before. “No way.” She gasped. “What?” Steve asked, putting on his green vest. “Your date was with y/n? You both banged?!” Your cheeks flushed red. “Hi to you too Rob. And technically, we didn’t bang-“, you trailed off as you were walking to the back where your locker was. You blew Steve a kiss from behind Robin’s back before heading into the back room. He grinned from ear to ear watching you. Robin glared at Steve. She knew she would get it out of him. “Okay, spill. Right now lover boy.” Steve shrugged, playing cool. “I just did what you said Buckley. I told her how I felt.” Robin was giddy. She’d always wanted you both to be a thing, especially after what happened when you confessed your love to Steve and got rejected. She always reminded him how stupid he was for doing that. “And then what? You went to her house and got it on?” Steve was smug, leaning over the front counter, trying not to involve all of the store in last nights events. “Actually, we didn’t even make it out of the driveway.” He was overtly proud of himself. Robin squealed, loving every juicy detail. “So I guess the King Steve really does live up to his name eh? Maybe you don’t suck after all!” Steve shrugged her off laughing, walking round to the back counter. “I think this time it’s different with her. This isn’t some random girl. It’s y/n. I can’t fuck this up again.” She could tell he was being sincere too. “Well you better not fuck it up otherwise I’ll have to kick your ass. Especially after you ruined her date with Eddie Munson, who knows what could’ve happened if she’d-“ Her voice turned into a whisper, “well this is gonna be awkward.” Suddenly the sound of the bell was ringing throughout the store. Steve turned to see what Robin was talking about, and in walked Eddie Munson. “Seriously?” Steve groaned.

He smiled at them as he casually strolled in, wearing his usual Hellfire Club shirt and high tops. “Harrington, Buckley.” He didn’t even look at them at first, instead he scanned the room, looking for you. Robin politely grinned back and Steve just glared at him like he was ready to launch over the counter at his throat. “Either of you seen y/n? We had a thing last night and she never showed. Haven’t heard from her since.” Robin looked at Eddie wide eyed, shaking her head with speed. Steve shrugged and spoke for them both, “Nope haven’t seen her.” Robin gawked at Steve, having absolutely no clue where he was going with this. “I think she’s got the stomach flu or something, real bad hot dog last-.” Steve elbowed Robin in the ribs. “Ouch!” Eddie narrowed his eyes at them. “Look, I’m not the type to worry, but you know how it can be around Hawkins when someone goes missing.” Robin nodded her head as she tried not to drown in this entire awkward exchange. “I’m just gonna go finish stocking, um, movies”. Steve was dumbfounded as he watched her practically running to the back to hide behind the curtains of the adult movie section. He would rip into her later for bailing on him. “You sure you haven’t seen her around, Harrington?” Eddie was pretty sure Steve was lying. Just as Steve opened his mouth to respond, you walked out of the break room, staring down at the clipboard in your hands while you called out to him. “Hey Steve did you want to change the theatrical posters for this week with me lat-“, you stopped in your tracks as you looked up from the clipboard to see Eddie Munson, standing there at the front desk with Steve. Both of them staring right at you. Fuck.

“Glad you’re alive.” Disappointment clouded his tone. “Hey Eddie. I’m-“ He cut you off as he was walking towards you, trying to avoid Steve’s hearing range. “Can I talk to you, outside?”

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