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caxde · 2 months

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yellow | steve harrington x reader

summary you're Dustin's older sister, you used to go out with Steve, but the distance broke you off, you're back in Hopkins, for good, and destiny makes you bump into eachother. (3.9k)

warnings fem!reader, fluff, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn exes! to lovers, idiots in love!!!, mentions of alcohol use, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

“Since when do you own this?” Dustin asked as he pulled a yellow crewneck out of one of the boxes.

“Oh, uh…” You hadn’t seen it in a while. It fell on your hands as Dustin gave it to you, the softness of the fabric still holds a reminder of his cologne. “It’s not mine, it’s Steve’s.”

He grew quiet for a second, looking at you intensely. They were still friends, Steve had seen him grow up, and was close to him, almost like a brother, and when you broke things off, you begged him to not leave him. He kept his promise, he always did.

“Sorry.” He muttered, an apologetic look stayed on his face even when he stopped looking at you, you shook your head. He didn’t need to apologise, not to you anyway.

“How is he?” The curiosity always took the best of you, and you had left quite some time ago, not really thinking about him. Running away so you wouldn’t have to think about a broken heart.

“I haven’t told him that you came back home.” Your little brother blurted out, with a grin on his face, letting you know he is really glad that you’re actually back, his way of telling you he’d missed you. “He’s doing good. He’s working, and he went back to studying… He’s happy.” He smiled back at you, seeing how your face was no longer expressing grief or melancholy, but a pleasant smile.

You were unsure of a lot of things, but one thing that you were certain of, he deserves all of the happiness in the world.

“That’s nice to know.” Your attention went back to the sweater. The coldness of the night he left it to you seemed to reach your fingertips, and the warmth of the memory reached your gut, butterflies that you thought dead flew for a second. “You should give it back to him.” You added, lifting your head up to look at him.

“You sure?” Even if he was the youngest, he always treated you in such a delicate manner, it made you softer, you had missed him.

“Yeah, it’s been long enough.” You chuckled as you said it, and he nodded along. You hadn’t been home in years, hadn’t seen him in two of those.

“I’m meeting him in a bit, I can give it to him then.” You nod, and he mouths a soft okey before leaving the room.

You had a moment, for the first time since you had arrived back home, where you were alone. No music, no noise, no one else with you.

You left so you could go to college, that was your excuse. Then he broke up with you, the distance only exposed other problems, in both of you. When you did break up, he told you that he still loved you, but it wasn’t enough.

The echo of his words still with you, it isn’t enough, am i not enough?

The sweetness of his voice shocked with his broken tone, tears fell from his eyes when he said goodbye. That was the last weekend you came down, and you had been avoiding coming back ever since.

The walls of your room were empty, the new coat of paint now dry, half full boxes of clothes and shoes and memorabilia were scattered around the floor, the bed half done, the cover still having to be put. It seemed like a new beginning, a new chance for yourself.

Not a lot of people knew you were back. Dustin knew, of course. It had been funny seeing him finally drive, his hands still a bit insecure behind the wheel, but he looked so happy being able to pick his sister from the airport, it had made you beam with happiness when you saw him.

And you had called Eddie as soon as you woke up today. He was ecstatic, begging you to come to a party tonight, telling you that he’d come pick you up as soon as his shift at the garage was done. You knew he’d missed you, even if he’d come often to the city, and vent over everything he had going on. Avoiding to bring him up, even if you did.

So you laid down on your floor, staring at the same ceiling you did as you grew up in that same house.

Before you were aware of what you were doing, or why, a pen rested on your hand, scribbling down on a piece of paper.

Hey, I’m sorry it took this long to give it back, guess I wasn’t ready to let you go. Maybe I’ll never be. I hope you’re happy, and that you have everything you deserve. I’m also sorry if it stinks of me, it has been with me for a while now. Bye.

PS. Don’t be a stranger. I’m here if you need me.

You signed it, and folded it one too many times before dropping it inside the little bag that had his sweater in it, the green clashing with the yellow fabric.

Dustin grabbed it before he left, you smiled when you heard that his car sounded the same.

Loud music, sweaty people and colorful lights.

Your drink was empty, it had been for a while.

Eddie smiled while he danced and took a sip of his drink, happy that you’re finally back, his head swinging back and forth. His attention was split, between you and an unknown blonde girl that was on the bar. You smiled when you caught her staring.

“You’ve got a fan Edds.” You chuckled as you teased him. Raising your voice so he could hear you.

“Who?”

“The blonde”

“I don’t think that’ll work.” He laughed, his shyness coming in as it always did when the attention was on him.

“I think it will if you actually go talk to her… buy her a drink?” You shake your head in her direction, he knows you’re actually telling him it’s okay, you can go, i’m okay.

“Sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll go to the other bar and get a drink, wait for you there.” He nodded, and you smiled as you saw him blush.

He looked back at her, he rubbed his chin in a nervous manner, before actually walking over to her. You laughed at him, smiling deeply seeing your friend acting the same he always had.

As you shook your head to yourself, stifling another laugh you left him on his own, Eddie flirted better when you weren’t around anyway. You started walking to the other bar area, the only problem, you had to find your way through the dance floor before you could reach it. You looked at the people there, all of them dancing mindlessly, some couples that had been formed, kissing or dancing together -it always made you smile, seeing people loving each other, publicly, without fear- and some doing what you were doing, looking around while downing their drink.

You were halfway through, when you saw him.

Everything else became fuzzy, the only clear image in your vision was him, wearing the yellow sweater.

Steve saw you too.

And time seemed to stop for a moment, and before it started again, there was a few seconds of slow motion. His hair flicking to the beat of the music, as his lips curved upwards at the sight of you, his eyes softening. He’d missed seeing you. He looks the same he did. You thought, though taller, broader, happier.

Before you knew it, you were face to face.

You didn’t say anything. You just looked at each other. Years of not seeing him, of avoiding him, it all didn’t matter now. His smile had the same effect on you as it always had, melting you on the spot. He broke the distance, and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close for a hug, your arms laying behind his neck, your fingers stroking his hair.

I miss you.

“Hi.” Steve whispered into your ear. An excited but yet calm tone could be heard in his tone.

“Hi.” You whispered back, holding on to him for a second longer before pulling back.

“Dustin told me you came back.” He raised his voice now that your head was no longer close to him. “I didn’t think I’d see you today.”

“I can tell.” You joked, as you grabbed his sweater, and you saw him chuckle in response.

“D’you wanna go out? And talk?” He pointed at where the exit was. Of course you wanted to, you almost felt like you needed to. Hear his voice for once, not just remember it.

As soon as you nodded, he started to head out, grabbing your hand as he passed in front of you. The same tingling feeling comes back to you, as if it was the first time you went on a date with him. The excited nervousness, the hopefulness, the wishing.

Cold air hitted your chest, even if it was an unseasonably warm night, you blamed the alcohol because anything else would be too confusing, and you were really trying to not get too much into your head. Not now, when he was standing against the wall and his pretty brown eyes were fixed deep into yours.

“So, how have you been?” He broke the silence, and the moment of admiration between the both of you.

“Good.” You smile shyly to yourself. “I’ve been good.”

“How did the big city treat you?”

“Chicago is… Interesting.” You chuckled, as you scratched your forehead. He knew that was your anxious tick, the way you had when you had too many thoughts swimming around inside your mind. “Uh… You’d hate deep dish pizza.”

He laughed, and the little butterfly hidden in your stomach came alive again. Warmness and goosebumps on your skin.

“I did hate it.” He recalls, looking up for a moment, the street lights shining on him. He looks like a statue, you thought, unaware of how pretty he is.

“When did you try it?”

“I was waiting for one of your classes to end, got hungry and saw a little place that was selling them, disgusting.” He shook his head in a funny manner, it made you giggle, so he did it again, wanting to hear you again.

“I ended up liking it, y’know.”

“Of course you did.” He teased, a finger poking your cheek, your face leaning into his touch.

“You get used to it.” You shrugged, your hand reaching for your purse, searching for the pack of Marlboros you knew you had.

“You’re good at that.” He grinned as his eyes became softer, he couldn’t stop looking you up and down. “You’re good at everything.”

“‘M not.” You laughed as you took a cigarette out, placing it between your lips. “I still can’t cook as good as you can.”

“You miss my cooking?” He raised his eyebrows as he asked, a cheeky grin on his lips.

“I dream about those meatballs you made.” You confessed, trying to hide your truthfulness with a giggle, that he saw through. His head tilted back for a moment, as his Adam's apple moved as he sifted a laugh.

“D’you remember when I tried to teach you how to make Napolitanian pizza from scratch?” You started to laugh at the memory, failing to light your cigarette, hiding your face on the palm of your hand.

His heart started to beat again, louder, stronger, faster. If you weren’t too busy trying to quiet yours down, you’d hear it.

“God… I ended up covered in flour.”

“Your hair was all white.” His tone softented, as did his eyes. His body seemed to be closer to yours, itching for contact. “I missed that laugh.” He finally confessed, even if the thought had been on his mind since he first heard it that night.

“You did?”

“Yeah, I missed you too.”

It happened then. The wave of nervousness, relieved in an instance.

He missed me. Hemissed me. Hemissedme.

The excitement that came with it, the realisation that what you felt in some way was reciprocated. And that the complicated feelings were felt by the both of you.

“Really?” Your voice was full of hope, your eyes shining bright at him.

“Yeah.” He was blushing now, as he smiled. A wide upside down grin that made your stomach flutter. “Did you?”

“Of course I did.”

How could you not? He has been the best person that has ever stood by you. Even if things had ended, you could only remember the good times, the fun times, the soft ones. How loved he made you feel every single day. How wanted. How cared for.

“When we broke things off…” You started to rumble, as smoke escaped through your lips, finally having ignited the cig. “It wasn’t because I didn’t love you anymore.”

“I know.” He muttered, his tone letting it known that he had a knot in his throat. “I still loved you.”

“Yeah.” You looked up at him, your hand reaching for his, a needed familiar contact came back. “I needed to be okay.”

“Are you?” You knew he was worried about your answer, in a weird way, Steve never had stopped caring about you. And neither had you.

“I am.” You nodded, the curve your lips made made him know that you couldn’t be lying. “I don’t have panic attacks every night, I’m fine being on my own. Honestly.”

“I believe you.” His hand squeezed yours, the soft touch telling you he trusted you, implicitly. You felt yourself falling back into him. “And I’m proud of you, really.”

“I’m proud of you too.” You finally took a step closer to him, your legs touching and a love sick grin on both of your faces. “Dustin told me you’re studying.”

“Yeah well… I finally decided, I guess…”

Even if your attention was on nothing else but him, when the doors opened and people started to come back to the street, smelling of alcohol, smoke and sweat. A chattering invaded the quiet street, and your focus changed.

“Shit.” Your eyes were scanning the multitude, trying to find Eddie, or the blonde girl, or any of her friends.

“What?” Steve’s eyebrow furrowed again, not really knowing why the swarm of people had made your demeanor change. Your hand letting his go, your body taking a step back.

“I came with Edds… Do you see him?”

“Oh, you’re with him?” You scoffed at the question, rolling your eyes lightheartedly, as you shook your head no. Steve nodded as the smallest grin appeared. A relief appeared in his face, and you chuckled at his question and reaction.

“He’s a friend.” You still were trying to find him, people kept passing you by, taller, shorter and drunker. “D’you see him?”

“No.”

Steve left his hand on your shoulder, asking for your attention, knowing that you were getting into your head, and you were worrying too much too soon. And he also knew that once you felt his touch, your shoulders would relax and drop. Your mind stopped spinning.

“D’you remember where he parked?” As soon as he speaks you feel grounded. You nodded, and he replicated the movement. “We’ll wait for him there then, come on.”

You started walking, comfortable silence was one of your favourite things. Just knowing that he was there made you feel better, glancing at him from time to time, catching him staring at you everytime you did so. Making your lips curve everytime you catch him.

The van wasn’t there.

“Fuck.”

“He left?” His tone was a bit agressive now, not at you, if anything he just was protective, so in consequence he seemed pissed that he had left you stranded. Alone.

“I’m guessing he got lucky with the blonde.” You chuckled out of nervousness. Your hand playing with your hair, placing a strand of it behind your ear, trying to look everywhere but him. “S’fine, I’ll just call a taxi and wake Dustin up.”

“Shut up.” He scoffed, his arms crossing in front of his chest, looking down at you, a look of decision in his eyes. There was no way you were going home alone. “I’ll drive you, c’mon.”

“I don’t have my keys.” You mumbled. “Dustin has mine. I was supposed to sleep over.”

“Then you’ll sleep over. Let’s go.” His hand reached out, an invitation you weren’t sure you should take, but do anyway.

The car ride had been filled by music, and soft touches. Loving stares, and nervous chuckles.

It really did feel like old times.

It didn’t help that his house smelled the same, and time seemed to not move in the Harrington household.

The only difference was the most noticeable of them all. All of the family pictures had been put down.

“You changed it up.” You whispered as soon as you walked in, seeing the bare walls, were paint was darker where frames used to be.

“They don’t live here anymore. So…” You knew he wanted to tell you about it, just as much as you knew he didn’t want to talk about it now, so you just nodded, and he understood what you knew. Words weren’t even necessary.

“Who does?” You changed the topic, slightly, once you saw a jacket that wasn’t his hanged on the wall.

“Robin.” He smiled, his face relaxing and becoming brighter. “Her parents didn’t really get the whole… uh… liking girls things.”

“Right, how is she?” You had wanted to reach out to her, but you weren’t sure if she’d wanted to hear from you, you worried, and Steve’s voice echoed in your head you worry too much.

“She missed you.” He confessed with a smile, starting to climb up the stairs, finding his way to his bedroom, you followed him closely. “We all did, I guess.”

His head hung low for a second, remorse in his voice. Looking back at you for a moment before he turned on his bedroom light, his skin glistened under the moonlight that sneaked through his window. You smiled, seeing him in this light again, with the same background that you had becomed so familiar with once before.

His walls where still the same colour, and bedsheets were still stripped. It smelled and felt the same as it had always done, and for a moment -however brief- you were back in time.

You were eighteen again, and you were sneaking into his room for the first time again.

The orangy bedside table filled the room again, and Steve had his boyish grin that had made you fall in love with him all those years ago. He looked at you, fondly, lovingly, melancholically, as you looked around, noticing the new photos on the wall.

“Most of them are from Jonathan, some of them are your brother’s” You chuckled as you carefully looked at all of them, seeing what he had been up to.

Him working at Family Video with Robin, him with his hands on his hips, apron on and full of flour with a rag over his left shoulder. Him asleep on the back of Eddie’s van.

And your favourite one, Steve laing on your bed, looking straight through the camera, a smile that he was hiding behind his arm still evident by the way his face looks, barely woken up. You took that one, when he came to visit you, before you ended things.

“You looked really beautiful.” You whisper, a tone of sadness could be noted on your voice. But your body relaxed when you felt him stepping closer to yours.

“I don’t anymore?” He halved joked, the same lovesick look all over his face, his hair falling messily now that he had took his sweatshirt, hanging it back to you. A gesture that said you’re always cold before sleeping, you can wear it.

“Thanks.” You mutter before taking it, your body feeling his warmth through that piece of clothing. “You do. You always are.”

He stood there for a second, and you could tell he wanted to say something he didn’t quite have the courage to do so.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He answered, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed. You scoffed as you shook your head. He knew that you were saying don’t lie, i know you better than anyone. “Think I’m still drunk.”

“Maybe.” You admit with a half laugh, as you feel the weight of the alcohol that you did drink, and how it had swapped for tiredness not that the clock was closer to four. “You still have something in your mind.”

“Yeah.” He stepped closer to you. His voice was softer, quieter, sweeter. And his eyes couldn’t stop looking at yours. Well, that might have been a lie, he did look at your lips once or twice. His hand reached for yours, nervous that you might pull away. But you never did. You never could. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You squeezed his hand tighter, wanting that gesture to make his frown disappear, but you only see his anxiousness shine for a second.

“I don’t know. Nothing? Everything?”

“You’re not making that much sense, Stevie.” It had slipped out, the old nickname. You felt a bit embarrassed until you saw him smile. A true deep fond smile.

“I know, honey.” His didn’t, he chose to say it. The dopiest grin that made your heart skip a beat came back, while his fingers played with yours. You could feel the warmness of your cheeks staying there. “I just… I meant everything I said, when we were together.”

“What-?”

He interrupted you, too iger to let you know what he had been thinking since he saw you through the club lights and the sea of drunk people.

“I told you, you were the one I love. It hasn’t changed. I’ve tried, believe me. I tried to stop loving you, and move on, and be with someone else, anyone, but they never came close to you. Nobody knows me like you do, nobody can read me like you do, and I don’t think I can love anyone else like I have loved you.”

With every word, with every breath your body came closer to his, excitement and electricity growing with every word that reached your ears, you couldn’t really believe that it was really happening.

And you weren’t conscious about what you were doing before you did. You just knew that your right hand was tangled with his, and that your left one was cupping his cheek, looking fondly at his eyes before closing the distance between your lips.

They were as soft as you remembered. And he still tastes the same as he did.

You enjoyed it, for as long as you could, your heart beating as one, as your breathing synchronized, and his neediness became yours. Your kiss, this gesture, was enough, more than words could even say.

“I haven’t stopped.” Your voice comes out lower, softer, quieter than you intended to. Your forehead pressed to his. Your eyes still closed, enjoying the way your breathing was mixing with his.

“Thank god.” He giggled as he pulled you close once again.

The second kiss was longer than the first one, but it still made your heart flutter, and your skin warming up in familiar desire. His free hand found his way to your waist, holding you closely, afraid that if he opens his eyes you might disappear.

“We can talk about us, tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

You buried his head on his chest, as he pushed you closer to him. A warm hug that you didn’t want to see the end of, a closeness that you’d missed, and that you hoped you didn’t have to miss again.

The promise that tomorrow you’d wake up next to him again, and his warmth wrapping you up under the sheets let you actually rest for once.

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caxde · 4 months

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drunken confession | steve harrington x reader

summary you're Dustin's older sister, a night out with you're friends makes you see that here might be more between you and Steve (7.5k)

warnings fem!reader, fluff (a lot), mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn friends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, mentions of alcohol use, tabacco and anxiety (briefly). and eventual smut (p in v, hj unproteccted) english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

“So, are you going out tonight?” Dustin asked once again, making you center your attention on him, you stop daydreaming.

“Um, I dunno. We’ll get some drinks, better if you don't wait up I think.” You answered, looking at him. Your brother always seemed like he had more to say, like there was always a puzzle, or an equation that he had to solve in the back of his mind.

“You’re gonna have to talk to mom.” He scuffed, almost like a laugh.

“What? Why?” Your eyebrows scratched as you asked, your shoulders got high, and so did your voice.

“She’s not letting you the car again if you’re out drinking.”

“Well, I’m not driving so…” You finished, letting the fork in your plate, the clinking of it ending the conversation briefly.

It seemed like it was going to be a quiet night anyway. Just you, and your friends, nothing unusual. Though you still didn’t know if you’d be drinking in someone’s house or out out.

Because those are two very different things.

If you were in someone’s house, you’d be calm, the lights won’t annoy you, the music won’t be too loud, and there won’t be too many people.

And you’d promised yourself that even if that happened, you weren’t going to overreact, because these things are normal, and it is okay. You're safe, in someone's house, and out in a club or bar.

Thankfully the bar was still empty when you arrived.

And the first round of beers went down pretty quickly.

So did the second one.

Nancy was excited. You could tell she was really happy, finally having received her acceptance letter to the college of her dreams. She couldn’t stop blushing every time somebody new walked into the bar and said congratulations.

Robin was as chatty as ever, as she normally was to be honest. You’d found out that Robin gets excited over other peoples’ excitement, and you often thought to yourself what a good cheerleader she would make if she wasn’t as clumsy as she is.

Eddie was quiet. It wasn’t unusual, not this early in the evening. He always gets more comfortable once he gets used to the people that are wherever you guys end up, and once he realises that nobody looks at him like he’s a freak anymore, in fact, since Corroded Coffin was gaining a bit of a reputation people tried to get close to him, talk to him. He’d never say it, but he loved it.

And, Steve.

Well, he was just electric. Something happened whenever you two were in the same place. He’ll participate in whatever conversation is going on at the table, but for a moment, however brief, he’d look at you, and you swear time would stop.

You didn’t know why that happened, you just enjoyed it.

And it was happening right now, as you were finishing your second beer, and he was already asking for the third round, his hand up with the empty bottle, once the barman saw Steve, he putted five fingers up, Steve nodded.

And as it always happened after two beers, you needed to go out, get some air and smoke. And as always, Eddie walked out with you.

“You doing okay Henderson?” Eddie muttered as he offered you his lighter, smoke already escaping his lips as he talked.

“Yeah, just thinking.” You answered quickly, just before lighting the camel you had in your pocket.

“You need to stop doing all that thinking.” He laughed, trying -with no success- to make you at least chuckle. “You wanna talk about it?”

“I think you already know if I’m being honest.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, pleading that he won’t make you actually say it.

“For what it’s worth, I think he’s just as much in his head as you are.” He admitted, as he took one long drag of his cigarette, almost gone now.

“You’re only saying that because you’re my friend.” You brush it off, not really ready to believe that he might be right, not wanting to believe him, in case he was actually right.

“And I’m also his friend.” He added, looking into your eyes, a soft smile in his face, and something else that you can’t recognise now. “And honestly, you two… something’s going on, it’s not hard to see it.”

“Nothing has happened. Nothing can anyway.” You add, as you throw your cigarette to the floor, stomping on it so it’s definitely put out.

“Why would you say that?” Eddie asks, his eyebrows raised, curiosity filling his voice.

“Because he still likes Nancy.”

Everyone had paid for one round. And you were now debating if you should go home or stay for a little longer.

Nancy wanted to leave, and so did Robin.

Eddie didn’t mind.

Steve wanted to stay.

And you weren’t sure why but so did you.

So, the table only had three new beers now, and a louder conversation.

The bar had filled up, and the music was louder now. So of course you needed to scream a bit to hear each other. Again you weren’t really talking about anything important, just enjoying the company they provided, and the warmth that you felt being in a space with your favourite people.

“Edds, I’m going out for a smoke break, wanna come?” You asked softly, the yellow packet already on your hand, trying not to feel nervous as you feel Steve looking deep into your eyes.

“Um, not really… I really need to take a piss.” He laughs a bit more than necessary, the alcohol finally taking him over.

“I’ll come.” Steve's voice finally could be heard. That stupid smile in his lips anytime he gets to spend quiet time with you.

“Come on.” You smiled shyly as you stood up, a bit too fast, feeling the alcohol all at once once you finally were out of your chair.

The cold air was the first thing that you felt, hitting you right in the middle of your chest, though you did not feel its coldness, at least not now. Not when he was right there beside you.

You’ll deny it every time somebody asks, but the way he lights the cigarette was hypnotizing.

His long fingers curving to stop the wind from blowing away the flame, his lips holding it tightly, his eyes looking down carefully so that he does not burn himself. And just the way his nose and parted lips would shine in a soft orange light once the flame was ignited, it made him look both peaceful and angelic. But honestly, that wasn’t the best part.

The best part of his little ritual came when he’d scooch over you, his face still -even if it was soft enough that he wouldn't notice- scrunched up, concentrating so that the flame wouldn’t disappear. His hands covering the end of your cigarette now, and he would look at you attentively, holding the lighter until smoke came out of your lips.

You didn’t pay attention to him in that moment -you never could if you didn’t wanna burn yourself- but if you did you’d see the way his eyes couldn’t stay away from the way your lips look.

And then, he’d always say and do the same thing.

First, he takes a step back, so he’s not actually so close to you in case it would annoy you, but his feet would stay pointed at you, just like his attention was fully with you, and the way you look up at him. her and her dove eyes. He thinks he could see them even if he closes his eyes.

Then his free hand would travel to the top of his head, retouching his hair once again, he does that right before he tilted his head to the left.

Then he always asks the same thing.

“So, how are you doing?”

And you’d always say the same thing.

“Good, I’m doing good.”

But really, you wanted to say.

“I’m always good when I’m with you.”

But it didn’t matter how much you'd drink, you never find the courage.

But for some reason, today, after he asked you how you were doing he kept talking.

“I’m not gonna lie to you Henderson, I’m getting pretty drunk today.” And he laughed. I could listen that laugh forever, you kept thinking. Though you didn’t need to say it, he knew it as soon as you smiled up at him and bite your lower lips as you looked at him.

It drove him mad.

“Honestly?” You asked as he kept laughing. He nodded and scratched the bridge of his nose with his thumb, cigarette still in his hand. “I’m getting drunk too.”

“Can I tell you something else?” He demanded, his eyebrows raising for just a second, your cheeks starting to hurt from just how much you were smiling. As soon as you nodded he lowered his head, and his voice. “It’s a really stupid thing.” He added, his words slurring a bit.

“It’s never stupid if you say it.” You say back. It always happened, when you were drunk you could not lie, and with that, you’d say things more sincerely, calmer and softer. Even more when Steve was the one listening to them.

“You look really pretty today.”

You were expecting everything but that. Your face lighted up, your eyes shined brighter and you didn’t even know your smile could grow wider. You shook your head and scoffed. A friendly and shocked reaction over such sincerity.

“You’re an idiot.” It’s the only thing you managed to say back.

But he knew you were happy. Just as much as he knew his heart had skipped a beat as soon as he saw your eyes squint for a second. It was becoming impossible to act normal around you, he realised.

You stayed there, under the cold starry sky, not saying anything, and it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to.

Once you finished smoking in such a comfortable silence it was hard to go back inside, but even if you wanted to stay in that quiet moment, you headed back, only to find Eddie deep in a conversation with a girl you didn’t know.

Well, it wasn’t really a conversation, more so he had his arm around her waist and was following her out.

Steve laughed in shock first, after looking at you.

“Guess that means we’ll have to drink his beer.” You add in a chuckle.

Your body was all warm and fuzzy. You weren’t going to drink anymore.

But Steve seemed to keep going, you weren’t sure why, probably just the habit, oblivious to you, it was to calm his nervous thoughts.

The bar was about to close, and that meant that it was getting quiet again, no need to scream anymore.

“Your ears get red when you’ve had enough to drink.” You point out touching the tips of Steve’s ears, brushing his hair behind them. You were giggly and touchy, even more so now that no rational thought was in your brain.

“Well… so does your nose.” He replays back, his eyes softer, as he lets his index finger touch the tip of your nose. “bub.” He adds. You’re not sure if he says it as a reaction to touching it or as a pet name, but you don’t care either way.

“You’re wasted Harrington.” You giggle as you say his last name, your hands travelling down his neck, into his chest, falling clumsy -but softly- into his lap. He loses his breath for a second as he lets himself enjoy the way your skin feels against his.

“Like father, like son, right?” He half jokes as he raises the beer he still is working on finishing.

“What?” You shake your head at him. “No, no way. You look just like your mom.” You add. Your voice feels like a soft song to him at that moment. People never tell him that he looks like his mom, even if he always wanted that.

“You’re the first person to say that, y’know” He confesses, his hand now resting on his hand, his eyes looking deep into yours.

“Well… It’s true. Your mom’s beautiful, and so are you.” Your cheeks go red as soon as you realize what you just said. Though you mean every word of it.

“You think I’m beautiful?” He asks, for a second it seems like he’s mocking you, but you know him well enough to know that he’s just shocked at the way you say things, so truthfully, so honestly. You always have the ability to leave him speechless.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” You sound more sure of yourself now, as you snatch a little beer from his bottle, he looks at you with his eyebrows raised, surprised and in absolute awe of you.

“Not handsome?” You shake your head no as you giggle a bit at him, “Beautifull” He elongates the last L, a grin appearing on his lips.

That stupid Steve grin.

“Beautiful people are soft and kind. Not just on the outside, but all of them. That’s you.” His whole expression softened, even more if it was possible. His eyes were a pool of honey and coffee, and they could not stop looking at you, with pure adoration.

“You’re the one being an idiot now.”

You giggled as you felt the last sip travel down your throat, you nodded before looking back at him.

“They’re closing, we should go.” You point out once you see the lights of the bar light up. The universal sign that the night had come to an end.

The ride home was always fun, and worth remembering, every single one.

This one however, was special.

Your hand rested on the back of his head, playing with his hair lazily, not really thinking about it. It felt nice, and it was the closest you could be to him.

That’s what you thought anyway.

What you didn’t expect was Steve deciding to let his hand rest on top of your thigh, not striking it, not squeezing it, it just rested there. His thumb drew a repetitive pattern, a kind of gesture that to you meant I’m here, but to him it screamed I don’t wanna leave.

Once he stopped the car in front of your house, he whipped around to look at you. Once again, he said nothing. He just looked at you. You knew what Robin would say if he saw that, probably something like stop admiring at each other and go to bed, please?. Eddie would probably just laugh and give you a little shove. But right now, the only thing that escaped your lips (that might be trembling because of your nervous heart, or maybe it was because his hand was still in your thigh, and yours was still on the back of his neck) was a soft “Thank you” And he just shook his head, a its nothing gesture.

Though you weren’t ready for him to get out of his car once you were already on the steps of your house.

“You okay Steve?” You asked as you saw him approaching.

He didn’t say anything.

He just hugged you.

It had never felt like this. His hands holding you closer than ever, his head resting on the nape of your neck. Of course you returned the feeling, holding him thigh, not wanting to let go. Your head rested on his chest, and you could smell every inch of him. Aftershave, a deep cologne, the beer that you had drank and cigarette smoke. You closed your eyes for a second, trying to memorise how it all felt, how his respiration slowed for that moment, how he took a deep breath before letting you go and how he looked down at you, his honey eyes shining. His cheeks a bit flustered, and you're guessing that yours are too.

“Yeah. Good night honey.”

honeyhoneyhoney.

“It would just be a quick drop, you wouldn’t even be five minutes late I swear!” Dustin whined again. He knew he was getting you annoyed, and frustrated, he could tell by the way your eyebrows were scrunched up and your nails were getting buried into your waist, holding tight onto something so you wouldn’t snap at him.

“It’s not about dropping you off, it’s just…” You always had trouble communicating when you were like this, when your thoughts were going faster than your actions, when you got overwhelmed by things that nobody seemed to get overwhelmed by. “I’m supposed to go to Edds show, and I really don’t want to be late, because if I am, I might not find them and then that would mean I-”

“They’ll wait for you.” He looked down at the floor, his hands had his fingers intertwined, the same anxious tick you had, it looks like he inherited that too. “Please? Will goes back to California in a couple days and we really want to finish his campaign.”

You nodded, you understood the need to see someone, a friend. You know how much Dustin misses Will when he’s not around. He nodded back, and he sat on top of your bed. Happy. Calm, not pushing your buttons anymore.

“So… Who’s going?”

“Where?”

“To Eddie’s show.” He gestured with his hands, a weird look in his face that you had no time to get into.

“Um, Robin and Steve.” You add back, your voice a bit higher in pitch, turning your back so you can look into your closet, hoping to find something that might work. Your indecision -you often think- is the worst thing that happens to you. “Nancy was supposed to come but she said something came up, so…”

“She didn’t tell you?” The tone of his voice made you turn fast to him, a shocked honesty that makes you wonder.

“Tell me what?”

“Her and Jonathan got back together.”

“Oh.” oh. “How do you know?” Your ears were ringing, poor Steve you thought. Poor heart-broken Steve, the only thing you ever wanted for him was for him to be happy, it didn’t matter with who, as long as he actually loved the person and was loved in return.

“Steve told me.” Even if your little brother’s voice was calm, he was still looking at you with that same look. The one he uses when he’s trying to gather information, seeking a reaction, and if you were being honest, he was getting one.

“Is Steve okay?” You needed to know, because right now it was all you could think about, about the kind boy that deserves to be loved, even if it can’t be by you.

“You’re kidding? He helped Jonathan get her back!” That confused you even further, why would Steve help him get the girl he’s in love, get together with someone else. You turned back and started grabbing different tops and shirts and laying them above the bed.

“Why would he do that? Isn’t he like, in love with Nance?” The way he started laughing made your shoulders tense for a second, jumping at such a reaction. “What are you laughing for?”

“He’s not in love with her! Jesus, you can be blind sometimes…” The palm of his face brushes his face as he looks at you, a puzzled look still on yours.

“I don’t know what you’re on kid, but I need to get ready and have no clue what to actually wear so…” He picked up the white tank top and threw it to you.

“You’re an idiot sometimes, you know that?” Dustins i’m much clever than you tone came back as he stood up. You rolled your eyes at him and gave him a petty smile.

“Yeah, I’ve been told.”

As you parked outside where Eddie was playing, a few minutes late, you grew nervous. The parking lot was full of cars, and finding a spot took longer than you anticipated, so by the time you found a spot and got to the entrance, the queue only seemed longer and longer. People standing in a not-so-neat line, chatting amongst themselves, shivering away the coldness of the night. Cigarette smoke and off-key lyrics filled the ambient of the people pulled away.

You realise at that moment, you didn’t have a ticket.

Steve and Robin had gotten in with Eddie.

And you had no idea how to get in, so you took a quick lap to see if you found someone, anyone.

Thankfully for you, Steve was by the entrance door, chatting away with one of the security guys. Even if Steve was tall, and had a wide back, the man talking to him toward over him, it almost made you giggle, seeing him as someone smaller, when he usually was the one that filled the room, even with just his presence.

As you walked to him, smoke escaping your lips and a scent of burnt smoke following you, you remembered the conversation you had with Dustin. And still, you didn’t believe him, at least not until you saw the way his demeanor changed when you approached him, and a relieved “Steve” came out of you.

Steve lost his breath for a moment.

You looked truly angelic, and you didn’t even need to try. You in that white tank top that made your breasts appear larger, more exposed than they’re usually are, your hair down, letting the left side of your neck free, as the wind blew, and your jeans hugging every curve of your body. It drove him mad. Even worse, he always loved when you wore red lipstick, like tonight.

Of course he wasn’t in love with anyone but you.

But you didn’t know.

The same way he didn’t know just how much it drove you crazy when his shirts hugged his arms like that, his veins more prominent when his arms were crossed on his chest. His hair always seemed to float, like it had a gravity of his own, but that single strand of hair that felt in between his eyes made you focus on him more. His soft honey dark eyes that were only looking at you, half lidded and full of adoration. It drove you crazy.

Of course you weren’t in love with anyone but him.

But he didn’t know.

Just like you had thought until a few hours ago that he still loved, or liked Nancy, it wasn’t until he had picked up Robin a few minutes ago that he didn’t find out that what you had with Eddie was purely platonic. Robin had laughed just as much as Dustin did, and called him an idiot all the same. But still, you both thought that your feelings weren’t returned, because that would be too perfect to be real. Impossible, just a dream.

However, the way your name sounded when Steve said it made you forget about everything else, and just focus on him.

A quick hug, not like the one he had given you that night he had driven you the night after you’d spent your entire night in a bar. You had come to realise, he became braver once some time had passed, and so did you.

So you headed inside, where Robin was waiting for the both of you in the bar, a warm welcome and a big cheers with some beers that you grabbed as you moved further into the pit.

The crowd was electric, everyone cheering for the show to start, eager to sing along with the band. You followed along, screamed when Corroded Coffin finally came on stage, whoo’d Eddie when he asked How are you doing Indianapolis and laughed when he admitted that he missed saying how are you Hawkins.

Robin cheered the loudest and it made Steve laugh. One of those authentic, closing your eyes and holding your stomach kind of laughs. You thought that it was one of the highlights of the night already.

But as these things often go, once Eddie’s band was over, and the next one came, the bar got even more crowded, and the lights felt brighter, and everyone seemed to be looking at you, judging or god knows what. Everyone seemed to bump into you, and you had already pulled the glue out of your empty cristal bottle on both sides. Breathing was becoming a hard task, and so did hearing anything that was being said to you.

“Honey” You heard Steve as soon as you felt his warm hand on your shoulder. You looked up to him, a haze in your eyes.”Are you okay?” He halved screamed into your ear, his breath lingering into your skin.

You pull him closer for a moment, afraid he might not listen.

“Too many people.” You’re not sure if he could hear you, or what he could do. You try even harder to relax your breathing, to stop looking around. But it all ends when you feel his fingers intertwined with yours.

You look up to him, he just nods to Robin who nods back at him, and he starts walking to the back of the pit, the lights seem to not burn anymore, and the people are few and far between. He just stays there, with you for a second before he opens his mouth. Looking at you and the way your eyes are scanning every single person in the room, looking for something that you don’t know what is.

“Honey?” There it is again, the soft worried Steve voice, his attention only on you.

You look back at him, as you feel his hand grabbing yours thighter. He’s the only thing you’re looking at now.

“Do you need to get out? Get some air?” He knows you won’t actually answer, but takes the nodding that you do as a clear enough sign.

The creaking of the door and the friendly doorman brings you back down to earth, and so does the wind hitting your chest.

“Better?” He asks again, desperate for some sort of confirmation from you.

“Yeah, I just- Sorry…” You sort of mumble, more to yourself than to him.

In that moment you realise that your hands are still tangled together, and the blood rushes to your cheeks as soon as you look down at them. They fit together so naturally, you think. Like a missing piece of a puzzle.

“Don’t apologize. We’ll stay here as long as you need, ‘s fine.” You instinctively bite the inside of your cheek as you nod at him, a soft smile, a thank you of sort appears on your face, as does a grin on his.

Without letting go of you, he reaches down into his jeans front pocket, and takes out a box of Camel, offering you to take one. Smoking might be bad for your lungs, but it does help with regulating your breathing, and he knew that’s just what you needed, and honestly, you were craving one, so you nodded again, searching for a lighter with the cigarette already in between your lips. Before you even find it, you feel the warmth of fire close to your mouth, and you just inhale the smoke.

“Thank you…” He shakes his head, as he inches closer to you, the same strand of hair falling between his eyes again.

“There’s no need for that.” He whispers, his words just as sweet as he is. His free hand pushes your hair behind your ear, and falls slowly to the nape of your neck, letting it rest there for just a second, his thumb stroking the end of your jaw in soft short motions, holding you up so you look at him, your doe eyes looking deep into his, he swears he could melt right here and there. You were driving him crazier everyday with the way you looked at him.

For a second there, he thinks you might even love him back.

“I just don’t know why I get like that, when there’s so many… I dunno” you scoff off, as your shoulders shrug ever so slightly, enough for him to catch, enough for your hair to move again and let the smell of your shampoo reach him. “I’m okay, don’t worry.” You say with a smile.

He looks deep into his eyes, looking for any sign that you might be lying, he doesn’t find any. And he likes to think that you’re better because of him. It's funny how right he is.

“We can stay here as long as you need.” Steve reasures you once again, getting closer again. Your body and his only a push away from touching.

“You’re always so sweet to me.” You’re thinking out loud now, you bite your lower lip as soon as you see him mask his blush with a soft chuckle, as his grin deepens, and you stop for a second to look at his pretty pink lips. You even let yourself imagine what it would be like to kiss them.

Steve debates what to do next. He knows you’re not lying, he knows that you’re being sincere and truthful. He can tell by the way your eyes are half lidded, looking at him like you’re in the safest space possible -even when you’re actually outside downtown Indianapolis- so in the end, he just wraps his arms around you. And he holds you even tighter when he feels you wrapping your arms behind his neck, and the way you stand on your tiptoes so you can hold him closer, your leg between his, his hands playing with the ends of your air. He breathes you in, intoxicating himself with the way you smell. You’re worried he’ll feel just how fast your heart is beating. But you’re too occupied smiling deeply and sincerely.

He feels safe.

Yes, there might be some butterflies, but they’re not nervous ones, it’s all just calmness. Love even.

He ends up paying for your drinks, and you spend the night dancing at the back of the pit with Robin and eventually Eddie joins you. You laugh, and dance around, sing the songs off key with Robin making Eddie laugh as he joins you. Admiring the way Steve covers his face embarrassed, that the idiots causing the whole club to cheer you on as you move are indeed his friends. But what makes you have the deepest smile is everytime you catch Steve eyes, thay always seem to be on you. He even dances with you a couple times when Robin or Eddie go away to the bathroom or to grab more drinks.

You don’t care because he is here and everything feels right.

But the night was coming to an end, and you still were buzzing with energy.

Even outside, where the cold wind wrapped around you you were still singing and dancing until Eddie started speaking.

“Steve, can I take your car?” He asks, and it makes you all turn around and look at him.

“What for? Where’s your van?” Robin followed, her voice raised a little too loud.

“I think Gareth might have taken it.” Eddie explains as he points at his van driving away, with Gareth in the driver’s seat. You can’t help but laugh a bit, stopping slowly as you feel Steve laying his arm around your shoulders, you let yourself think of it as an embrace. Or maybe he was just cold.

“Who’ll drive me home?” He mutters as he searches for the keys in his pocket.

“I’ll drive you.” You say, looking up at him. Steve’s eyes shine brighter, with that look. A look you have only seen in him once before, long ago.

“Sure.” He mutters, a grin in his face. “You won’t kill us?” He jokes as he pushes some hair away from your face with the hand that rests right where your neck meets your shoulder.

“I’ll come with you” Robin mumbles as she approaches Eddie, her eyebrows raised.

Steve knows that if Robin could talk to him now she would plead with him, to actually make a move. He decides that she’s right.

“Alright, let’s get home.” Eddie winks at you, a look that begs you to be careful. He grabs the keys that Steve throws him, the jingle of them making you realise that this was actually happening.

You blame it on the alcohol. But you have to admit that holding his waist was something you have wanted to do for so long its feels fucking angelic once your fingers touch his skin, under his shirt, right above the seam of his jeans.

Steve chews gum when he’s nervous, and the minty flavor, or maybe the amount of beer inside his system makes him say the most stupid thing ever.

“Do you like gum?”

“Yeah”

“You want some?”

“Sure.” You stop, expecting him to reach down his pocket and grab the small packet. You part your lips open expecting him to do so. Instead, Steve in a bold move opens his mouth and pulls you closer.

Before you can even process what he’s doing, his thumb reaches your jaw, opening your mouth a bit more for you, and you see the way his tongue places the minty gum on your lips. You had closed your eyes. Thinking he was going to do something else.

It had made you nervous and weak all the same. You can’t help but think, as you take a few steps, your hand holding even tighter onto him, that was one of the hottest things you had ever seen.

It got better.

After a few steps he talked again. His voice sultier, deeper. His eyes somehow were darker, but still looked like they were full of adoration for you.

“Does that gum still have some taste on it?”

“Yeah, minty” You manage to say.

“Can I have some?”

This time around, it's you who grabs him. And you can feel the way he smiles at that, and the way his fingers hold your face up again to meet him. This time it’s you who gives him the gum back.

Only, you place it between your lips, and it's his tongue that gets it.

In that moment you know, you’re fucked.

And so does he.

“Honey?” He asks as he sees you pulling into his street.

The whole drive back home had been exactly like the last time. Except this time the way he would caress your leg felt hungry for your touch back, and your fingers would end up intertwined, singing the songs that came into the radio, not really paying attention, all of it focused on the way he was playing with your fingers.

“Mmmh?”

“My car keys may have been chained to my house keys.” He admits, embarrassed, as he covers his face. You can’t help but look at him and laugh a bit.

“S’okay, you can sleepover.” He nods and you change directions.

And before you know it you’re already parked, and he’s already following you inside.

That’s when it hits you.

Steve is in your room.

Steve is sleeping over in your bed.

Steve had practically kissed you.

whatthehellisgoingon

You shake your head, not wanting to read too much into things that haven’t and might never happen.

“I uh… I’m going to change.” You whisper, a bit of shame could be felt on your words, and Steve just nodded, lost in the sight that was you in your room. “Do you need anything?”

“No, I… Usually just sleep with my boxers on.” That confession made you blush and bite your lower lip as you nodded. Not really knowing what to do or say.

So you just turned around, you took off your bra, tossing it on the floor before you took off the white tank you had. You reached for your sleep shirt. An old grey shirt that was way overdue to throw away, but it was long enough and soft enough that you felt it was perfect for sleeping in. So, Steve just enjoyed the show.

He stayed there, watching the way your body moved. He was the one that had his eyebrows raised, his chest racing and his cheeks flushed. He was lost in you. And you were painfully obvious that he was looking, maybe that’s why you take a bit longer to take off your tank top before putting on the gray shirt. Maybe that's why your heart skips a beat when you hear the sound of his belt hitting the ground at the same time that his jeans did. While you took your own jeans off, he took off his shirt.

You knew you had to turn around now.

And as you did you go lost in him.

Him standing there, in nothing but his black boxers, framing all of him. Him and his chest with some hair, trailing all the way down to his waistband. That was an image you probably would never be able to forget.

He took the first step. A soft grin appears in his lips once again. As he pushes the same flock of hair behind your ear, you can't help but tilt your head into his touch. He takes another step forwards, and just looks at you, deep into your eyes. You both chuckle, nervously at the situation, and like before, he holds you. Thight. Only this time, you can feel him against your leg. It makes you press your own legs together a bit more.

Once he lets go, you slide into the bed, and he closes the lights, following you closely.

“Is it okay if you hug me?” You ask.

“Mmh.” He’s at a loss for words.

He cuddles you, feeling you closer than ever before. And one of his hands gets lost into your thigh, right where your waistband meets your skin, tracing it. Softly. It drives you insane. Steve’s breathing into your hair, and you can feel how his breathing is fastening, just as much he can feel yours, by the way your stomach goes up and down. He can’t help himself anymore. He leaves a wet kiss on your neck.

That’s all it takes.

You turn around and you know you’re fucked. You can’t hold yourself anymore. You explote.

You kiss him.

The way his lips press against yours feels like he really wanted this, maybe even as much as you did. Your body pulls him closer, and his leg finds itself tangled in between yours. He’s lost in you and the way your mouth feels. He bites your lower lip, softly. And as soon as you feel the tug a soft whimper escapes your lips. Steve melts into you even more, his legs putting pressure in that spot between your legs that is already throbbing for him. Your hands find the back of his neck, and become buried into his hair. His soft chestnut hair. His hands begin to train up, inside your shirt. Holding your waist harder than before. Another moan escapes your kiss swollen lips, and he grunts in return.

He tries to memorise you, and the way you look like now. To him, you’re a goddess fallen from the sky, and he’s the lucky one.

He climbs above you, tracing kisses down your neck, as his hands travel up, up enough to meet your breast and press down, even carefully he’s strong enough and skilled enough to pinch your nipples, making them hard. And your legs wrap around him, and you can’t quite believe just how big he’s gotten just from kissing you.

His hands take off your shirt and as soon as he looks at you he’s a goner.

“Fuck, you’re beautifull honey.” He groans. A deep voice you’ve never heard from him.

It makes you pull him closer. And he starts to move, his cock and your clit being only separated by the small fabric between you both.

“Can I-” He cuts you off as he looks up at you, stopping the trail of kisses he wanted to finish on your left breast.

“You can do anything you want to me honey”

You can’t help yourself. The wetness patch only growing on your thong. You needed him, but you were so desperate to touch him, to see him.

You flipped him around, leaving him laid on your mattress, his hands up in shock. He’s surprised by you in the best way possible.

You were the one kissing him senseless now, as you grind on top of him. HE grew harder and stiffer with every time your clit pressed against him. His hands grabbed your ass in that moment, hard and burying his fingers as deep as he could. You wasted no time kissing every beauty mark that you could see, slowly going down his stomach, his breath shortening, sucking in and groaning your name in the most delicious way you have never heard anyone say it.

Your hands found the hem of his underwear and pulled it down. He was so big. His pink tip already wet with pre-cum, and it was all because and for you. Your eyes widened with desire, you had to taste him.

So you did.

It only took a lick for Steve to shiver, and that made nothing but turn you on even more. His hand had now started to press on your clit through the fabric. It didn’t matter, it felt too good.

So, as you looked deep into his eyes, you wrapped your lips around him, and you went down.

Steve had never been more desperate, the eye contact, you and your pretty doe eyes looking at him like he was the only thing in the world.

His fingers had pushed your thong to your side, and started messing around your entrance, it wasn’t until his waist flinched forward, making you swallow him whole, that he didn’t actually finger you.

But once he did, he couldn’t stop, and neither could you.

The way you moaned, with him still inside you, the way your waist moved, letting him get more aces into you, it drove him mad, he needed you, like really needed you.

“Steve, please” You begged.

That’s all it took.

His hands took off your thong and pulled you up, he kissed you deeply, his tongue getting lost with yours. Your soft lips fit perfectly with his, and the wetness of his cock still in them.

He was above you again. Three fingers in, your legs already up, he had you prepared you enough for him to enter, but anyway, when you felt the way his cock slided into you, your walls tensed up for a second, and you both moaned as soon as you felt each other.

“God, you feel so nice honey” He whispered into your ear before biting it.

Your legs wrapped around him, tightly, and your hands were on his back, pushing him deeper. He wanted to go slow, but seeing you so helpless, so needy for him, made him pick up the pace. With every thrust, your eyes rolled deeper into your head, your muscles relaxed, and your feet were pointed.

The warmth of his skin felt so good against yours you felt as if it would never be enough, even if you wanted to scream his name, you couldn’t. Everyone was sleeping. So you did the only thing you could.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Steve '' You whispered into his ears in between thrusts. You felt how his head hangs lower after that, his back arched so he could reach even lower. And when you thought he was as deep as he could, he placed an arm behind you, reaching that place that even you couldn’t.

“So have I honey.” He admitted before kissing you, a deep, wet kiss. Followed by many more repressed moans and loud groans. “I’m all yours.”

“I’m all yours” You repeated.

He grabbed your leg and pushed it up, he was so deep now you could feel him everywhere. You were lost in him. The way his hair bounced, the way his eyes looked at you, his lips swollen because he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop kissing you.

He was a goner. And so were you.

You hadn’t come this hard in so long.

You melted into eachothers arms.

You had a silent moment, where it was all soft kisses and caresses. You couldn’t quite believe that that had just happened.

Or how good it had been.

“I meant it.” You heard him whisper, his lips pressed against your ear.

“What?”

“I’m all yours.” He repeats. Leaving a kiss in your hair. “I’ve always been.”

“I mean it too.” You let him know, your nose brushing his, your fingers tangled with his. “I’ve liked you for so long, my love.”

He laughs a bit. Maybe it was the confession he had just got out of you, maybe it was because you had just called him my love.

“God, me too.” He finally admits, a weight being pulled away from his chest. “But I thought you had a thing for Eddie.”

“And I thought you still loved-” He shuts you up with a kiss.

“We broke up because I was falling for you.” He finally admits.

You can’t stop smiling or kissing.

You don’t think you ever will.

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pretty sounds | steve harrington x reader

summary you and Steve share an apartment while you're both away in Uni, after he had cought you touching yourself, he needs more of you (2.8k)

warnings fem!reader, 18+ mdni this is just smut guys i'm sorry. masturbation (f+m) oral sex (m+f) penetration (p in v) english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

there's a part 1, but it's not needed! this is basically just porn

“Mornin” His raspy morning voice woke you up, your eyes still half closed as you stumbled to the kitchen.

“Hi.” You had trouble speaking, the sight of him in the early orange light taking your breath away.

His basketball shorts hung low on his waist, you were certain he wasn’t wearing anything else, the beginning of his hip bones showing as he settled himself against the kitchen counter, giving you a warm smile, water drops on his forehead, his hair still wet from the shower that had woken you up.

His arms reached out to you, a mug of coffee in his hand for you, you nodded as you took it, an implied thank you that he smiled at.

Steve was feeling a bit more confident than he did the day before. Hearing you scream his name as you were touching yourself, unaware that he could hear you crystal clear. and loud.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t bother to put a shirt on, or maybe he just wanted to see how you reacted.

He chuckled to himself when he saw the way you flustered as you came into the kitchen, with your oversized faded shirt that you always wore to bed, and your hair a wild mess that he wanted to bury his hands in.

“Didn’t hear you coming last night.” You said as soon as you took your first sip of coffee, looking up at him, a cocky smile appearing on his face as he looked back at you.

“Yeah, I um…” His hand was massaging the back of his neck, a nervous tick of him you knew way too well. “I got caught up in the library. You had already showered I think.”

“Oh, yeah…” You were a bit embarrassed, thought it always seemed to happen when you had fantasized about him the night before.

Something was different, but you weren’t sure what had happened.

“Do you got any lessons today?” He asked, taking a step closer to you, your eyes not leaving his. Even if the temptation of not only looking but thristlin all over his body was a breath away.

“M’yeah.” Your words were still sticking together, still not awake, not even sure if this was all a weird dream. “Need to wake up first.” You added as you took another sip of the warm drink he had made for you.

“You’re really pretty in the morning, honey.” honey. that was new.

You weren’t sure if it was the fact that he had called you pretty, or honey, but you were turnin redded by the second. But if you were honest, it was the way his thumb had caressed your cheek and your lip briefly. Maybe it was the small moment his eyes had left your so they could look at your lips.

He left, back to his room.

You stood there for a minute longer after your cup was empty.

You left three knocks on his door, grabbing your towel tightly.

“Yeah?!” His voice had a tone of urgency in it, a quickness you weren’t used to.

“Um, I’m heading to the shower now, if you need the bathroom, go.” You talked to the wooden door, a bit closer than it was probably necessary, but before you could turn your back, it opened, a messy haired Steve appearing inches away from you, his eyes seemed softer lately, especially when they looked at you.

“I was thinking of taking one.” He gave you an upside down smile, and a weird look that you didn’t understand. His eyes looked darker, no longer like honey, but more like caramel.

“Oh.” You sounded surprised, and if your voice wasn’t enough, your widened eyes that had been left open gave you away. It was working, Steve thought.

“What?” His cheery tone made your eyebrows unforrow for a moment, as his arms crossed in front of his chest, his forearm gracing your skin for a brief second.

“Nothing, just… You never take night showers.” He chuckles as he hears you say it, nodding along to your words.

“We could share.” He adds, in a successful attempt to make you blush. Your skin filling up with goosebumps as those words reach your ears.

“Funny.” Your voice comes out drier that you intended it to, turning away from him, embarrassment already present on your body.

He noticed it immediately. The way you had clenched your jaw, the vein of your neck briefly appearing, your lips pursed together before you nodded. He felt guilty, he had been too cocky when all he was is a big idiot for you.

His hand grabbed yours as you were turning away, not too far away from him yet, turning your body so you’d face him, and he let his fingers linger on your wrist, a sorry look on his eyes.

“What?” He whispered, the softness of his voice washing the childish tantrum out of you.

“Nothing.” You whispered back, but the way his head hangs low, falling to his left side as he gave you that i don’t buy it look, made you realise with no words needed that he required a deeper explanation. “Just, why would you say something like that?”

Steve isn’t sure what he could do now, or what he should do.

He could tell you the plain truth, he heard you last night and he wants to be the reason why you scream in such a beautiful way.

He could stay quiet, and just say that he was kidding and that he’s sorry.

Or he could just kiss you.

That last thought invades his mind, how would you feel? How would your lips feel against his? Would you kiss him back?

Maybe that’s why, in that daze that we has in, your eyes looking up at him, with the smallest begging and the way your lips were parted, that the hand that wasn’t on your wrist finds its way to the back of your neck, and he takes a step closer.

You can’t quite believe it’s happening, not really.

Time seems to slow down. The way his head moves closer to you, your heart beating faster as you see him move, his muscles flexing as he does so, your skin getting warmer as your breathing becomes faster, your heartbeat louder. He stops for a second, his nose touching yours, as you enjoy the warmth that his breath leaves on your lips, the way it mixes with yours. Before you could even beg him to, he kisses you.

As soon as his lips grace yours and you enjoy the softness of them, the hand that was holding your wrist finds its way to the small of your back, burying its fingers there. Soft touches combined with the desperate need you both seemed to share.

Your hand moved to his jaw in a delicate way, too scared that if you moved too fast this might disappear, that it might not be real anymore.

You started to play with his hair, as he left deeper, needier kisses on your lips A moan escaping his, the way he sounded and most of all, you being the reason for it, it made your whole skin flourish, the electricity growing stronger each second.

He lets go of your wrist, both hands now hugging your waist, pulling you closely until your hips meet, his touch becoming a desperate one. Walking slowly back into his room, where the soft study light and the air filled with his smell only made your skin now with goosebumps, every inch were his hands touched your skin now in fire.

The heels of your feet touched the end of his bed, the coldness and the noise it made separating your lips from his. The deepest cheesiest smile on both of your faces, your foreheads still together.

Before you muttered a word, his fingers slipped between your skin and the sides of your thong, teasing you with the way he pulled on it. In a similar way, in your dazed state you started to play with the neck of his shirt. Your nose touching his, still not sure if this was real.

“That's why” Steve sighted with unfinished pleasure, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I really like you, Steve.” You breathed out, a confession you weren’t conscious you were making.

“I know.” He answered, finally making eye contact with you, your eyes shining brighter as his were full of desire. “I kinnda heard you, in the shower.” He added suggestively, teasing you as he giggled.

Your face became various tones of pink, as embarrassment found its way to you. You tried burying your head behind your hands, but he was quicker, instead he pushed his chest so your head would hit it, wrapping his arms around you.

“Oh no.” You chuckled as you couldn’t believe it.

“I’ve liked you since before that though.” He whispered into your ear, kissing your temple before he continued talking. “I just wanted to be the one touching you.” His breath brushing your ear, he smelt of the candles you had picked when you first moved in, vanilla and cinnamon. “Especially if you're screaming my name.”

“Do you still..?” He laughed, an angelic sound pressed to your ear.

He started to plant kisses along your jawline in response. A desperate whimper escaped your lips as soon as you felt his, needing more of him. All of him.

Your hands started to mess with his hair, pulling him in deeper, the kisses he left wetter, with a few bites that made you smile with pleasure when you felt them.

You grabbed the back of his neck, guiding him back to your lips, wanting to feel him again, needing to taste him once more. Before you were aware of it, your hands were messing with his shorts wristband, asking for permission that you already had. You smiled in between kisses when you felt his skin immediately, no underwear on.

You didn’t need to see him to know he was big, bigger than you expected. You felt a smirk on his lips as he pulled away for a second.

“That feels…” He was out of breath, his words knotted on his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more.

“Good?” You ask, as your hand slips back in, wrapping on his cock, his nails digging on your skin.

“Yes.” He moaned as his head flew back, your lips starting a trail of kisses that began on the back of his ear and finished on his stomach. He shuddered with each one, and seeing you on your knees just made him moan louder. “Fuck me”

“I’m trying.” You answered, a stupid laugh shared between the both of you, that stopped abruptly as soon as you started kissing him through the thin fabric.

His hands buried in your hair, caressing you as he guided you, begging you with his touch, a silent way of saying please eat me.

So you did, you pulled the shorts down, and started licking his tip, licking your lips seeing him from that point of view. Steve, with a crossed look on his eyes, already gone, already imagining how you’ll feel.

You opened your mouth wide, starting to fill your mouth with him, feeling him twitch as you did so. He needed you more and more as each time his cock entered and exited your mouth made you hungrier for him.

“Shit, honey.” He mumbled out, as he had trouble staying on his knees, the view that he had a perfect one. “You’re really fuckin good at that.”

His praise made the exact effect you knew it would have. Made you swallow him whole, feeling his tip on the back of his throat, as his grip became tighter around your hair.

He used it to pull you up, kissing you while he tasted a bit of him on your lips. With one swift movement your shirt ended on the floor, with another one, your thong joined it. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in a tight hug, as he sat you down carefully on the verge of his bed. He started kissing all of your body. He stopped once he arrived on your boobs, licking and nibbling at your nipples, leaving small love bites under one of them, as you exhaled in short breath in response. A soft moaning provocated by him kissing down your stomach. The coldness of his breath shocked you as he came close to your cunt, the wetness of it becoming cold when his breath reached it, before starting to kiss right above it, around it.

“Steve.” You whimpered, looking down at him, biting your lips as he looked up at you, a smile dedicated to you.

“You look so angelic.” He answered. “I wonder if you’ll sound it too.” He teased, right before his lips started to eat you out.

A sharp moan escaped your lips, as the warmth of his mouth invaded you, he knew exactly how to move your tongue, your hips already moving as he fucked you with his tongue. Your mouth was becoming dry, your lips parted as you couldn’t stop moaning, begging, or simply just whimpering with no sound. Your whole body felt on fire, starting with the way Steve made you feel, reaching to your lips where you wanted to be touched.

“Love…” You managed to whisper, smiling when you saw the way he did once he heard you. “I need you.” You cried out, happily when you saw him climb on top of you, kissing you senseless as you could taste your sweetness on his lips.

“Where?” He groaned out, as his hand caressed your whole body, too busy kissing every inch of your skin he could.

“Everywhere.”

He took that as an invitation, you felt the way one of his fingers opened you up, slowly. You did the same with him. Your hand wrapped around his cock once again, you were going at the same pace, if he fingered you harder, or faster, you did the same.

Until you couldn’t take it anymore. You really needed him.

“I really need you, Stevie.” He nodded, and left one more kiss on your lips.

He grabbed you by the waist, pulling your body in the middle of the bed. He took his cock, his fingers brushing yours, as he searched for your wet entrance. The first thrust was always the best one.

His body relaxed instantly, and so did yours. You melted into one, a release was made, he was inside, and once he looked you in the eyes, a is this okay? that you answered with a sincere smile and a nod.

He went in again. And again. And again. Your legs parting with every movement, wrapping around his waist, his body sinking deeper into yours.

“You feel… fuck.” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence. Your waist pulling up with his latest thrust, he could tell his dick was exactly in the right place, your walls closing down on him.

Light touches traveled down his back, as your fingers searched where to grab him, needing him deeper, wanting him more than you ever had.

He understood.

He grabbed your leg, pulling it up so it would rest on his shoulder. A cocky smile escaped his lips as he saw you groan with pleasure when he hit deeper, and harder.

He didn’t stop, the noise his body left when it hit you was engraving itself on your brain. It wasn’t the only thing.

From now on, when you close your eyes you can see Steve like that, enamored by you, his eyes only shining for you, his pretty girl.

“Keep making that sound, please.” He begged, once he started to hear the way you were running out of breath, trying to say his name.

“Steve, Steve I’m…”

“I know, honey, me too.” He whimpered, as he continued.

You wanted him to finish inside.

So your legs wrapped tightly around him, your nails burying deep in his skin, begging for him to stay doing the exact same thing. He kissed you again, and again. His wet kisses on your skin only made you even more overstimulated.

“Honey I’m-” You shut him up with a kiss, your right hand pulling his hair closer to you.

“Come, inside. Please.” It was the begging that did it for him.

Or maybe it was seeing you, your skin fleshed in pretty tones of pink, hair messed up by him, begging for him, needing him that made him a goner. He pressed tightly his body against yours, and came, as you had been doing for a while now.

His weight over your becoming a warm blanket. You stayed like that for a second, him still inside of you, as you cuddled on top of his sheets.

And the same question on both of your heads.

What now?

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dark honey | steve harrington x reader

summary you're Dustin's older sister, working on the new café next to Family Video and being best friends with Steve is your day to day, until feelings start to blossom one late night. (6.1k)

warnings fem!reader, fluff, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn friends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, mentions of alcohol use, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

part 2

“Just remember, I can’t pick you up today” you let out, with an exhausted sigh.

“Yeah, yeah I know, don’t worry.” Your little brother beamed up at you, his hair as wild as ever, even when it’s covered by his hat.

“‘Kay, be careful, have a good day Dust!” You scream out at the little boy running inside the old building. He just lifts his hand up, giving you a little thumbs up as he runs up to his friends.

You smile to yourself, the scene looks as though it had been picked out of a movie, the bright sun hitting you softly, the skies are blue and clear and you’ve got all of the day ahead of you. Well, not all of it was for you, you still had to go to work and whatnot, but as luck would have it, you absolutely adored your job.

The little coffee shop had opened up a month ago, and it’s not like you didn’t like stocking videos and spending time on Family Video, but truth be told, you could do with the change. Granted, it was next door, and it was slow at times, but it didn’t matter.

You parked on your usual spot, the music on your car lingering for a second as you enjoyed the last notes of the song escaping through the speakers.

Today, you were on your own, your coworker had opened for you, and was waiting for you to arrive so they could leave. They had begged you to cover for them so they could go to The University of Indianapolis and hopefully enroll onto one of their curses. Of course you agreed, you didn’t even need to know the reason, you always helped everyone, even if it meant that you would have to do a longer shift than usual, you didn’t really care as long as you felt useful.

So there you were now, the first rush was almost over, and the little coffee shop was settling now. Someone was enjoying a book quietly by the window, and two friends were having a catch up moment, chatting animatedly over their black coffee and croissants.

You turned your back to the door as you took advantage to clean a bit, the counter had some spills here and there, and your fingers seemed to be stained with the smell of the beans you had to grind.

And you knew he was there, feeling his stare on your back as he stood patiently on the other side of the counter. You felt yourself smiling before you turned to him.

It was his routine, you noticed. When you worked together he always came late and with a coffee stain on the corner of his mouth. Now he came five minutes before he had to clock in so he could say hello to you and have his coffee there, or to go if he was in a rush.

“Hi” You said, warmth in your voice.

“Hey” He said back, his head nodding at you as he pursed his lips together, his hair bouncing. “You doing okay?” You smiled as you always did before nodding at his questions. His voice was still hoarse from waking up.

You turn around, placing a to-go cup on the coffee machine, starting it as you turn back at him.

“I haven’t told you what I want yet.” He teased, the back of his hand scratching his eye, as if to get the rest of the sleep out.

“You always order the same.” You tell him, your cheeks burning from glee to get to see him, even for five minutes.

“I do not…” He scoffs, trying to sound offended, but his grin gives his happiness away.

You shake your head, turning back to finish his order, and he just stands there, fixated on the way your black shirt is tucked into your flared jeans, and how your hair falls away from your face, all falling gracefully behind you, effortless. He had once asked you how you did your hair, and when you told him that you were too lazy to do anything else that wasn’t air dry it, he was too embarrassed to tell you about his long ritual, so he lied and said he did that too. His mind was snapped away from the colourful memory as soon as he saw you smiling at him, his little to-go on your hands.

“There you go, Harrington.” You muttered as you placed it in front of him.

“Thanks, Henderson.” He smiled at you as he took the first sip.

You turned away, continuing to clean up, when you heard his exasperated sigh.

“I’m not letting you pay.” You remind him, as you look him over your shoulder, acting as if you’re too busy to actually do it.

“Someday, you’ll have to let me pay!” He insisted.

“Maybe, not today though, you’ll be late.” You tell him, nodding at the big clock on the right wall.

“Shit, you’re right.” He said, taking another rushed sip. “When are you getting off?” He asked, with the same grin he always had.

“Late, closing today.” You let him know. As he starts to walk to the door, you see how his face changes to one of concern.

“Do you want me to pick up Dustin?” You look at him, briefly before smiling at the ground in a nod, you know that he’s serious, and that he’d do it if you asked. He’d do anything really if you asked, though you didn’t know it yet.

“If you do, call him, I told him I couldn’t.” You say, gratitude obvious in your tone, his cheeks rise as he smiles at you.

“Yeah, I’ve got a break I can use.” He opens the door, and takes a second to look at you one more time. “Bye.”

“Bye Steve.” You say, more to yourself than him, as you see him rushing next door, given that his shift had started 2 minutes ago.

Even for April, it was unreasonably cold that night, and you were glad that your shift was coming to an end. You weren’t exhausted, but you’d lie to yourself if you said that you would do anything else that wasn’t going straight to your bed once you were home.

And obviously, it helped tremendously that Steve had come to sit at one of the back tables as he waited for you to finish, so you could both head home at the same time, as you used to do when you worked together.

Honestly, you didn’t work that much back then. Sure, when it was a weekend you had no time to spare, but in the weekdays you two were usually messing around, his favourite game to play with you was throwing you small crumpled up paper balls, and seeing as you failed miserably to catch most of them, and celebrating when you did. It was stupid, but it was always full of giggles. He liked the sound of your voice when he managed to make you laugh.

But now, Steve has found a new favourite past-time. He spent his time trying to find a movie you’d like, and pitching it to you when he came over his break, or when he walked to your car. He also enjoyed what he was doing now. Sitting down, acting as if he’s deep into a book, or magazine or whatever Robin had left behind, when really he was just looking at you. It was stupid and he was aware of it, but seeing you enjoy something you actually liked doing like making people coffee and teas and giving them pastries, seeing the way your voice would pitch up whenever a kid when to the counter and asked you for anything, and you’d smile deeply at them and make them laugh… He wasn’t sure why he liked doing this so much, he just let himself enjoy it, or rather, enjoy you.

It was empty now, except for him. The clock marked eight o’clock, so you walked over to the lights, shutting them off. He stood up and turned the little sign of the door, from we’re open to sorry! we’re closed. You gleaned at him as he rested against the door, waiting for you to finish up. One final wipe of the counter, the glass cabinet was spotless, the coffee grinder was clean and it all smelled good. You took off your apron and folded it, keeping neatly for tomorrow.

You smiled as you relaxed your shoulders, happy to be done, you looked at him, while he opened the door for you, and he waited beside you as you closed. You started walking, as he started talking about a new movie that had just arrived, and how you will definitely like this one, you grined up at him, as you shaked up a shiver out of your body. He stopped immediately.

“You’re shivering?” He asked, looking down at you, his hands deep in the pocket of his jacket.

“It’s alright, I’ll get in the car and I’ll warm up.” You try to brush it off, but you see how his frown appears, and you start shaking your head no, when you see him take his hands out. “Steve, my car’s right there, it’s okay.” You try to negotiate with him, to no avail, he had already made a decision on his mind.

“You always get sick.” He says, placing his jacket on your shoulders, and playfully pushing you to continue walking.

“Thanks.” you say, your voice quieter than usual.

You’re unsure why, but something in you warms up by that. Is it the fact that he knows you well enough to know that you’re easily sick? Or is it how he had bent down ever so slightly and placed the jacket carefully over you? You’re not sure and you don’t care, you’re just grateful he’s there, and that you can spend some more time with him.

Maybe that’s why you’re not really paying attention anymore.

Maybe you’re just too focused on the review of the movie he desperately wants you to see, or maybe it's the way his profile looks with the street lights shining behind him. However, you’re glad he’s there.

And maybe that's why you don’t realise the way your foot had bent over a rock that you hadn’t seen. Not only did you now have a sprained ankle, but you almost fell to the ground. If it weren’t for him. And the way his hand had reached out for you, and how his arm had wrapped around your waist in one smooth swoop.

You weren’t sure if your heart was beating fast because you thought you were falling, or because Steve was holding you close.

And he wasn’t sure either.

He just knew that he thought you were going to hurt yourself, so he needed to make sure you didn’t, so he just grabbed you as close and as tight as he could. His hand was on your waist, and for some reason he was the one short of breath.

His eyes looked deep into yours, as your chest raised up and down faster than before, he gave you a half smile, as he helped you to your feet again. Now you were grateful the sun was going down, since you could feel the burning on your cheeks, growing pink by the second.

His hand lingered on the small of your back for a moment too long as he made sure you could stand up okay on your own.

“Are you okay?” He said, his voice hardly above a whisper, still looking attentively at you.

You can’t help but laugh a bit, maybe nervously, maybe because you don’t really know what to say.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” You say, tucking your hair behind your ear, looking up at him, his brown eyes looking at you, you can see the worry wash away from them as you smile at him. “Good catch.”

That makes him laugh and you know that everything is fine now.

But you still don’t understand why his touch has left your skin burning, or why you can’t seem to fall asleep once you're on your bed, why every time you close your eyes you see his eyes looking deeply into yours, and you remember his touch.

“You’ll pick me up today?” Dustin asked, sitting on the passenger sit, with his usual up-beat tone.

“Mmh, yeah.” You replayed lazily, sleep still present on you.

“You shouldn’t be driving if you’re still asleep.” He remarked, at witch you scoffed, head tilting a bit as you focused on the red light.

“You’re not driving.” You glanced at him, his mischievous grin on his face made you laugh at his direction.

“Soon enough.” He chirped. You notice how his eyes focus up for a second, as a thought seems to worry him.

“Spit it out Dustin.” You tell him, as the light changes from red to green.

“Can my friends come today?” YOu scrunch your eyebrows in response, not really understanding why he was asking you.

“Did you ask mom?”

“Mom’s going away with Hank.” You chuckle at him, and the aversion he seemed to have with the older man.

“Hot Hank?” You tease him, as you see his face scrunching up at your words.

“Eww. You’re disgusting!”

“Come on! Mom’s got a hot boyfriend” You tell him, closing distance with the school now.

“Gross.” He mutters as he hears you laugh, your right hand brushing your hair away from your face. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“What?”

“What?” His eyebrows lifted as he looked at you, fear and curiosity on his face.

“Dusty, I do not.” You tell him, as you fail to park your car for the first time.

“But you like someone?” He kept pushing for an answer, and if you were honest, your rosy cheeks didn’t exactly help you right now.

“Oh yes, his name is David, he’s a singer from britain…” you begin to mock him, in an attempt to distract him.

“Okay, okay… So can they come?” He asks you, his eyes looking at you through his baseball cap.

“Yeah, sure. Do you need anything from the store?” You ask as you celebrate that you have finally parked the car successfully.

“Just some snacks and stuff like that.”

“Okay kid, am I taking anyone else home later?”

“Oh, I dunno.” You nodded at him, as he opened the door, running away as he does every morning, leaving you with an upside down smile.

When Dustin had asked if his friends could come over, you expected four high schoolers squatting on your couch. What you didn’t really expect was a party of seven boys invading your living room, pulling chairs together, surrounding the dining table with papers scattered, dice, figurines, and everything that had the word nerd written all over them. Eddie had mouthed a sorry at you as soon as he had crossed the door, seeing you shocked at the amount of people that were now in your home, completely ruining your plan to just sit on your couch and enjoy your free afternoon, catching in some of the movies that Steve had insisted that you watch.

However, you were grateful you had bought snacks and everything Dustin had suggested. You weren’t aware of just how hungry they get.

You decided that hiding in the kitchen might be your best shot, if you wanted some peace and quiet. You were bored out of your mind, and didn’t really know what to do, so you did what you always did, you scavenged around your cabinets to see what you could find, some activity that would distract you long enough.

You're unaware of your surroundings once you’ve decided to start baking. You had some leftover flour, some brown sugar and a little packet of yeast, you knew you could make something with that. You walked to your fridge, where some eggs, vanilla extract and chocolate was there. Okay then, you think to yourself, chocolate cookies it is.

You were so deep in thought that you jumped when you saw him there all of a sudden. Bouncing a bit once you find him there, resting on the side of your kitchen door.

“Shit.” You mutter, looking at the ground, and being relieved that you didn’t drop the egg.

“Sorry.” Steve said in a soft-spoken voice, raising his hands in an apologetic movement.

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting you here.” You let him know, closing distance with the counter, dropping the rest of the ingredients.

“Well if I’m not welcome I’ll just go” You know he’s teasing you, that Steve Harrington smirk gave him away, and your soft smile made his shoulders drop.

“I didn’t know you were in Hellfire.” You tell him, as you search for the measuring cup, avoiding his eye contact.

“I’m not”

“Oh, then… What are you doing here?”

What was he doing here? If he was honest with himself, he just wanted to come over and spend time with you, he missed you. He kept telling himself that you're his friend, and that that’s all there is, but deep down, he knew that his fingertips still burned every time he thought about how close you two were a week ago, and how he had held you tight and close.

“You weren’t working, so I guessed you uh… Where home?” He seemed to ask it more to himself than you, as you look over at him, you see how he’s scratching the back of his neck nervously. You knew him well enough, but refrained from telling him anything else, nodding at him with a soft smile.

“Well I’m here so…” You pointed at the little chair you had laying about, so he could sit beside you. Making him shorter once he sat down, so he was the one looking up at you now.

“So, what are we baking?” He chirped, which made you giggle.

“You’re banned from baking Harrington.” You teased him, as you pointed at him with the empty measuring cup, the flour and sugar already in the bowl.

“I only burned one cake!” He tried to argue, his eyebrows raised.

“And that’s one too many!” You rebutted, laughing animatedly. He seemed to melt, as he hid his head behind his hands, stifling his own laugh. “You can be my sous chef.”

“Deal.”

You nod as you start biting the inside of your cheek. You hadn’t been this close with Steve since the failed fall, and you could feel how the hairs of your arms raised every time his body came a bit too close.

And it was confusing.

You had him chopping up some of the chocolate bar, and when his body pressed into yours to dunk the small pieces into the sweet mixture, you felt it again, that shortness of breath, that electricity, and that tingling, it was there, contaminating the air.

Steve felt it too, but in his defense, he had never been able to see your eyes from that distance, and he had not appreciated enough how your hands were delicate and skilled at everything they did.

The cookies were now formed and in the oven, and you felt a new sense of achievement. You smiled deeply at him. Steve looked down at you with his eyes deeply focused on the way your lips curved, he raised his hand and you high fived it instinctively, what he did later however you didn’t mind or were going to stop it.

Even Steve didn’t know why his fingers decided to tangle with yours, or why his eyes were locked into them, feeling how soft your skin was, and enjoying your touch, the softness of it. They fitted, he taught, like a puzzle that had just been completed. He also liked that your thumb had begun a short pattern on the back of his hand, caressing him a bit. And if he wasn’t so focused on looking at your intertwined hands, he might have noticed how your cheeks were now warm and pinkish now.

“Sweetheart?” You heard Eddie’s voice coming into the kitchen, and you both let go all of a sudden, both embarrassed at the moment you had just shared.

“Hey, M” you replayed, your voice shaking ever so slightly, just enough for Steve to notice and for him to grin at the ground. “What’s up?”

“Um-” He took a moment, a second really to let his eyes wander between the both of you, as you nervously scratched your forehead with your index finger. “We’re almost done with the campaign.” He lets you know. “And we’re playing tonight at the Hideout, wondering if you wanted to come?”

“Oh sure Eddie, I’ll be ready.” You blurb out, trying to get him to leave, not really thinking of the boy next to you, nor registering the way he was now biting the inside of his cheek trying not to blurt out a very loud what?

“Great.” He smirks, as he taps away at the door frame, his rings clinging at the touch. “Oh, the cookies smell great by the way.” He says as he rushes back to the living room.

“Thank you, M.”

“Guess I’ll go now.” Steve mutters, and you squint at him, not understanding why he sounds hurt.

“What-Why?” You're even more confused now, seeing that he also looks hurt.

“I don’t feel like going to The Hideout, and seeing you looking at Eddie all night long.” He scoffs, you immediately roll your eyes, and shake your head ever so slightly.

“What are you on about Steve?” You’re starting to get upset at him, not really following him.

“Nothing, I just rather stay home tonight, okay?” He’s cold now, and you’re in shock. Not really understanding or following what’s going on.

“Oh, uhm… okay?” You half ask as you see him head to the door. Staying hopeful. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

It’s not that you were mad. Or confused.

Honestly, you were just uncomfortable.

You hadn’t taken time to process anything that had happened in such a short time, though you suppose it hadn’t been that short.

You had known Steve ever since you started middle school. You had been close friends, best friends even for as long as you can remember, and maybe it’s the alcohol running through your veins, or the way he had left all of a sudden after holding your hand so softly, but something was clear in your head now, you were sure you liked him.

To make matters worse, Eddie had pointed it out on the ride here.

He told you that he didn’t know Steve for that long, but that he was pretty sure he hadn’t seen him so shy around anyone but you. You scoffed it off, and told him to fuck off.

But now that you were four beers deep, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and his stupid eyes, and his stupid smile. You had been sitting down at the bar for some time, and the friendly bartender was keeping you company, he had told you that Corroded Coffin was running late, and that they wouldn't probably play for another hour.

You weren’t sure you could wait that long, but then again, Eddie had been your ride.

“Hey…” Eddie’s voice was coming from behind you, and you turned around slowly, in a faze.

“Eddie” You chirped, looking at him, you realised that the alcohol had finally taken over your body, so you were more giggly than usual.

“I’m sorry” He muttered, his head slightly tilted so his bangs were out of the way. “I think we’ll play later than we thought.”

“S’fine” You blabbered, as you moved your hand at him, bumping his chest in a playful manner. “Maybe I’ll go home, that’s fine?” He nodded, with a laugh.

“You’ll be hungover tomorrow.” He joked, nudging you back.

“Mmh, you bet.” You jumped from your stool until you reached the ground. “Bye Edds!” you said, heading for the exit.

“Wait, you’ve got someone to drive you home?” You shook your head no. “It’s raining, like a lot, and you live so far away…” He tried to explain to you, slowly, knowing that your brain was working slower than usual.

“I’ll take a call, just second.” You turn around, the friendly bartender already pointing you at the direction of the little telephone post on the beat up wall. “Aw, thanks.”

Once you had the handset on your hand, and you were dialing the number, you began biting the inside of your cheek, you were half ashamed that his number had popped out so fast into your mind. You hoped he didn’t mind.

“He-Hello?” He sounded half asleep, his voice croaky and soft.

“ ‘m sorry.” You let out.

“Shit, are you okay?” You could feel the panic in his voice, you didn’t want him to worry.

“Yeah, I just, I don’t wanna be here anymore, and I… yours’s the only number I remember.” You were slurring your words together now.

“Are you still in The Hideout?” He asked, trying to remain calm.

“Mmmh.” You muttered, his voice seemed to belong there, right by your ear.

“I’ll be there in no time ‘kay?”

“I’m sorry.” You say, your voice now beginning to break, feeling remorse and anxious for making him worry, for having called him. “I just..-”

“I know, just stay there, I’m coming to get you okay, honey?” Honey

“M’kay.”

You could only hear the cut out line now through the receiver, but it still rang on your ears. honey honey honey.

As soon as he had heard your voice on the receiver his heart had stopped for a second, worry leaked into his body. Maybe it was irrational, because he knew you were safe regardless. But for some reason, knowing wasn’t enough, he needed to make sure, he needed to see you and see that you weren’t too far gone.

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t realise that he has sprinted out of his house with his old checkered pajama pants, and his faded out Hawkins High shirt. That he has mismatched socks and his shoes aren’t all the way in, with his heel out. He only realises the state that he’s in once he tries to open the car, his keys jingling on his hands, and his socks now damp from the wet pavement that the pouring rain has left, he doesn’t care that his hair is wet, or that his shirt is colder now. Your voice is the only thing he’s got on his mind, how you sounded shy and uncomfortable, how you mumbled out words in your most sincere tone.

How he had to cut you off before you told him something you didn’t mean.

How he hated that he wanted to tell you something he might regret.

It was hopeless.

As soon as he arrived at The Hideout, and saw you out against the wall, covered from the rain he knew, deep down, that his feelings for you had changed. His jaw unclentched, his shoulders relaxed, and his breathing was back to normal. He was calm once he saw you, and your eyes seemed brighter once you realise he was there.

With his brown hair wet, sticking to his face, but the kindest look in the way he looked at you, you rushed inside the car, relived that he camed, and thankful for the warmth that escaped the ventilation system from his BMW.

Your cheeks have been hurting for a while. Warmth in them.

Steve had drove you home, and then back to his when you told him you didn’t want to go back home tonight.

You hadn’t said anything, and he already had some old spare gym shorts and a sweatshirt out for you.

“Here.” You’re unsure you’ve ever heard his voice that soft.

Your hand travels up to meet his, that same electricity growing bigger between you, from the tip of his finger that touched the back of your hand, to your whole entire body as you looked at him through your eyelashes. His eyes seemed bigger, and his lips pinker.

“Uh, I-”

“You can take a shower… I’ll uh…” He’s lost once again, his heart beating faster than ever before.

You find yourself not really speaking. You nod at him with some confusion in your mind. The hot shower helps in a way.

Your body is relaxed at last, but your mind still feels like it needs to be ironed out. You’re pretty sure you know why this is happening, but you’re scared to even think of it, because if it is true you’ll just complicate it all. If you really think that your skin tingles every time he brushes it, you’ll have to admit to yourself it is because you really want him to hold you tightly, and that you’re curious as to the way his chest looks under his shirt, and that you wonder how his lips would feel against your own skin.

It all smelled like him. The expensive shampoo he had made your hair feel softer, and you find yourself daydreaming about how it would feel to run your fingers through his, as you brush yours out. His sweatshirt, his towels, it made you dizzy for the first time.

But coming back to the kitchen and seeing him cooking up something for you, while he hummed some song you didn’t quite understand, almost took your breath away. You could feel how your lips curled upwards, and how your cheeks started to warm up again.

You're back in a daze, and it might be him coming to pick you up, or maybe it’s him taking care of you, or actually it’s what you’ve come to realise. You’re falling for him.

It doesn’t really matter, because you can always blame the alcohol, so you just approach him, and hug him tightly from behind.

Your hands around his waist, your chest pressed against his back, your face buried into him, breathing him in.

His heart skips a beat as soon as he feels your hands around him. He’s beaming, and his smile deepens when he feels your thumb rubbing his stomach in a soft motion. It gets worse when he feels the way you nuzzle your face into his back, a small chuckle escaped his lips.

“Hey” He whispered, afraid that if he moved you’d pull away.

“Hi” You answered, speaking just as softly as he did. “What’re you doing?” You mumbled against his skin, moving a bit so he could actually hear you.

“Oh- Uhm… I just, I thought that you’d be kinnda hungry so…” You can’t help yourself from giggling, your head poking out, arms still around him.

“Mac and Cheese?” You ask, your voice higher in pitch, once you see the empty Kraft dinner box laying on the counter.

“Well, I’m not that good at cooking, but this is easy enough to make.” He tries to convince you as he keeps stirring the pot.

He finally turns around, his head looking down at you. The dim light of the kitchen makes his eyes have the colour of dark honey, and you’re close enough to him to count his beauty marks if you wanted to. You realise you’re still holding him, you don’t want to pull away, and he doesn’t want you to either. Your breath shortens when you see his hand approaching your face, placing a strand of damp hair behind your ear, you can’t help yourself.

“You’re pretty.” You tell him, voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes look up at him with pure adoration, and he seems to forget that he’s supposed to keep stirring the pot for a second.

He knows you’re not lying. But it doesn’t stop him from not believing you.

“You’re drunk.” He replies, hiding a nervous laugh. But it stays with him. pretty.

“And you’re still pretty.” You let out in a short laugh. He shakes his head with a soft smile, turning back to the stove as he finishes what he was doing.

You had realised it before, but he really is beautiful. Sure, handsome could also be used, but the word pretty seemed to fit him better. Steve’s soft and kind, and warm. Boys that are handsome are always cold and rough and mean.

“Eat up, Honey.” He whispers as he hands you a hot plate, his hand brushing yours as you grab it.

There it was again, honey.

Every time this word leaves his lips it sounds sweet, and calming, and full of care for you.

“You should have some too, s’good.” You let out as soon as you try it. He just giggles and nods, serving a plate for himself.

You eat quietly, stealing glances from time to time. Smiling when you catch the other staring, and giggling while asking a soft what. It didn’t matter, and it didn’t need to be said, but it was clear that both of you were starting to change, Steve had it clear in his mind. He has absolutely fallen for you.

You, on the other hand, didn’t feel drunk anymore, the beers had washed away a long time ago, and you felt in an absolute daze every time you look over at him, you know that this feeling in your chest of vertigo and excitement was just a sign, a warning one, a i could love you if you let me kind of feeling that you weren’t sure you could verbalize.

It comes out when you have to go to sleep.

You had slept in his bed a hundred times before, countless sleepovers with and without Robin where you shared that space, but for some reason, both of you knew this was different.

You always ask him to hug you until you fall asleep, but you had never felt your chest about to burst before asking. And even if your voice shakes a little, you manage to ask him, softly.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you hug me?” He nods as soon as he hears your question.

He pulls his body closer to yours, opening his arms so you’ll rest your head on his chest. He waits for your leg to land above his waist, pulling him in as you always have done, so he can pull you in. Only this time, every caress, every touch that your skin makes with his seem to ignite another part of his body, goosebumps appearing. His hands get buried in your hair, and your fingers get stuck doodling something on his chest.

“Did you use my shampoo?” He lets out with a soft laugh as soon as the familiar scent hits his nose.

“Yeah, fabregé… Didn’t know you were this fancy.” You tease him, feeling how his heart beats, a soft lullaby.

“Yeah well… You haven’t seen the Farrah Fawcet hair spray.” He mumbles, playing with your hair. He knew that would make you chuckle, and he smiles when he hears the noise escaping from your lips, wondering how you sound in other circumstances.

“Farrah Fawcet?” You move your head up to look at him, a soft grin on his lips.

“Yeah.” He nods as he says. The hand that was in your hair is now holding your face, his thumb stroking your jawline softly, playing with your bottom lip when it comes into contact.

You feel how fast his heart is beating, which can only mean that he can tell how loud yours is. He's lost in your eyes, you're lost in his lips.

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

You need a second longer to take him in for a second, he looked angelic with the street lights that creeped from his window. And you’re sure your heart had just skipped a beat.

“I really want to kiss you.” You tell him.

“I really want to kiss you too.” He reassures you, his eyes twinkling with sincerity. “But you’re drunk.”

“ ‘m not.” You try to plea, but deep down, you know he’s right.

You feel his hand pulling you closer to him, and his lips leave a soft kiss on your forehead. He stays like that, enjoying you, taking it all in, trying to talk even with a knot in his throat.

“If you wake up tomorrow and you still want me to kiss you, I will.” He whispers.

You nod, pulling away enough so you could look at him. You’re unsure as to why he’s being so careful around you.

“Steve?” A calm sleepy tone left your voice.

“Honey?” He asked as you rested your head in his chest again, his hand still on the crook of your neck.

“Will you kiss me tomorrow?”

“I’ll kiss you anytime you ask me to.”

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pretty sounds | steve harrington x reader

summary you and Steve share an apartment while you're both away in Uni, one night he comes earlier than he should and gets to enjoy himself

warnings fem!reader, 18+ mdni this is just smut guys i'm sorry. english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

a/n part 2 is up!

Steve always took his showers in the morning.

You preferred them at night.

Sharing a small flat with him was a quiet experience. He’d spent most of his time out of it anyway, preferring to study at the University library, or at the coffee shop you had down the corner. Or working half shifts in the small record store, where you also worked.

Roommate and coworker Steve were two very different people.

Roommate Steve was prone to laugh at your stupid jokes and watch stupid movies with you on the couch.

Coworker Steve tried not to talk to you that much, scared that if your boss saw you two chatting it up, he’d get accused of flirting with you. Scared that it was painfully obvious to everyone else but you.

But it was impossible for him to not stare at you when you’d come home exhausted after a stressful shift and mutter under your breath how much you wanted a hot shower. Or how he’d wait painfully to hear the record you had been playing while you studied in your room stop, knowing that you were about to knock on his door and tell him that if he had to go to the bathroom he better do it now before you took your very deserved long shower.

He often teased you about how much you’d like to have a bath instead.

You’d laugh it off, even though he was absolutely right.

The truth is, he loves to hear you while the water hits your body.

The bathroom stood between his room and yours.

His bed against the wall, he usually laid down on it with a second hand book about whatever topic he needed to research for his next paper on American Revolution History or European History and its impact in Modern World. It didn’t matter to him, because in the next ten to twenty minutes he could hear you singing to yourself, your voice drowned by the noise of flowing water hitting your wet body. Though he did love it when you’d talk to yourself.

Today was different.

He’d come home later than he usually does, he had spent way more time than he intended stuck in the library trying to write his last paper on the Spanish Republic and he had little to no information on it, and he had exhausted himself enough to go straight to his bed, letting his body hit the mattress without even bothering to turn on the lights.

That’s when he heard the shower turning on.

At least he can hear you sing for him for a bit he thinks.

But he was wrong for once.

You thought you were alone, you thought you could be as loud as you wanted to, or as much as you needed to. The truth is, you had been crushing on Steve for a while now, and sometimes, only sometimes, you fantasized about him. Maybe more than you’ve been proud of.

So now, as you were standing there, with the hot steam hugging all the parts of your body, and the water dripping drow your curves, you started thinking about how it would feel if what was keeping you warm wasn’t the hot air, but him, standing behind you, kissing every inch of your bare skin.

You couldn’t help yourself, not now. So your fingers traveled down your folds, your fingers playing lazily with your dripping wet pussy, circling your clit as you thought of him, soft small moans came out of your mouth. And the hunger only grew, as images of him walking around the flat without his shirt and hair dripping wet invaded your mind. The way his hair sticks onto his forehead every morning, and he always smiles at you before telling you good morning in that husky early morning voice.

It was driving you crazy, so you started touching yourself with more speed, a clearer pattern, tempting your entrance as one of your fingers graced it.

Unknown to you, Steve was laying on the other side of the wall, his eyes opened as he heard you moaning, with each one growing louder and clearer, his mind became clouded, as he felt the way his jeans started to feel to tight on him, he needed to free himself, so he did the only thing he felt like he could. He sighed as his cock hitted his stomach once his pants and underwear laid on the floor. And he began stroking himself, softly, slowly, letting himself be guided by your voice as you whined.

The only thing that made him touch himself faster is when he heard the way your voice moaned his name.

You were so close to cumming, one of your hands had three of your fingers deep inside you, reaching that spot that made you see stars, as the other held the shower head closely to your clit, the vibrations of it making it feel when you closed your eyes that he was the one eating you out. And even after you had comed and you had screamed his name as loud as you could you left it there for a moment, recomposing yourself. Wishing he was there so you could kiss him, wishing he’d feel what you feel.

He did, but you didn’t know, though now he did.

His hands wrapped around his throbbing cock fast, and tightly, he resorted to biting his lower lip so he wouldn’t be a whippering mess, but he couldn’t help himself when he came all over his stomach and he looked down at himself, with the stupidest grin he could fathom.

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dark honey | steve harrington x reader

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summary you're Dustin's older sister, working on the new café next to Family Video and being best friends with Steve is your day to day, until feelings start to blossom one late night. (4.6k)

“Hey”

“Hi”

He'd woken up first. He'd been waiting for you to wake up, still not believing what happened last night. He had spent his time looking at you, and how you’ve curled up into his chest as you slept, your hand buried itself in between his shirt and waist. He was just still, playing with your hair, waiting for you, and wondering what to do once your eyes opened.

The memories of the night before came to you backwards.

First you remember falling asleep with him, your bodies tangled with one another. You remember telling him that you wanted to kiss him, and how he told you that he would if you asked him again tomorrow. You see him cooking for you, you see him outside The Hideout, him, his dark honey eyes and his dumb smile.

He can’t keep his hands away from you for too long, the back of his fingers caressing the apples of your cheek.

“How’d you sleep?” He asks, husky notes on his voice, his first words of the day dedicated to you.

“Good.” You smile, a truthful one. It only gets deeper once your eyes look at his messed up hair, falling everywhere. Your hand reaches up to it, messing it a little more. “Bed hair” You whisper.

“You’re one to talk.” He teases back with a chuckle as he imitates your gesture, fingers lost in your tangles.

You do nothing but admire each other for a moment. A peaceful, sweet moment you share. Comfortable silence with the sun hitting your face.

“Hungover?”

“A bit.” You whisper, your hands screeching your eyes, trying to see if it is really happening, since your heart can’t believe it yet.

“We should get you some breakfast. Greasy dinner type.” He lets out, soft-spoken. You know he’s flirting with you. And he knows it’s working.

But it dawns on you, like a cold shower, standing up a little too quick.

“Shit! Dustin!”

You rush across your front door.

You don’t even care that your hair is falling all over the place, tangled and messy. That your clothes are the same as the night before (with the addition of his sweatshirt over you), or that you can tell your eyebags are a darker colour than they were yesterday.

You’re praying to whatever rules over you that Dustin is still asleep, but as luck would have it, he was laying on the sofa, looking at you with his eyes wide open, and his eyebrows raised at the sight of you. Perplexed seems like a good word to describe him. You can tell that he’s analyzing you, as if you were a new enigma.

“You’re wearing yesterday’s clothes.” He points outs, his voice high.

“Yes, I am.” You scoff, trying to avoid his spirilling.

“That’s not your sweatshirt.” His index finger fixated onto the borrowed clothing you were wearing.

“No, it’s not.”

“It doesn’t fit you.” You swear you can see the way the lightbulb lights up on his brain. “It’s a boy’s!” He exclaims, his mouth opened, and a small grin on his face.

“It is.” You scoff, as you roll your eyes, knowing that the river of questions was only starting, and so was your headache.

“Oh… My… God…” He trails after you, heading into the kitchen. Following you close, almost biting your ankles as you walk.

You glare at him, with your mouth full of water. Knowing that he wants an answer that you won’t give him, you let him wait as you slowly sip down the glass.

“What?” Your voice is slower than usual.

“What do you mean, what?” His is sped up.

“I mean, what?” As soon as you hear him scoff, you can’t help but laugh at him.

“Shit” You knew his wheels were turning, just as well as you knew he would get it wrong. “You went out with Eddie!”

“I didn’t” You tell him as you shake your head no, searching for the painkillers you were starting to need.

“You left your car here.” He points out, thinking that he had caught you in a lie.

“Yes, and I didn’t go to Edd’s.” You tell him, your eyes telling him that that’s the last thing he would get out of you.

“Oh, come on. That’s not fair.” He whines, following you upstairs. He flops down into your mattress as you open the door of your room.

“It’s more than you need to know, okay? I need to draw the line somewhere, and telling my little brother the details of my romantic life-”

“Romantic life?!” He cuts you off, exclaiming in shock as he propels his body up, his back now standing up, his eyes searching for you as you move around your room.

You blush, not really being able to hide it. You take off Steve’s sweater, leaving it neatly folded, resting peacefully on your desk. You let yourself linger for a second longer, touching it softly, remembering the magic that you seemed to be under last night.

You keep quiet, searching for one of your old sweaters, one that doesn’t smell like him, one that’s light enough so it won’t weigh you down once the sun shines again.

“Mom has a romantic life, you’ve got a romantic life, I can have one as well.” You try to remain calm, as you pace through your room. Finally stopping to look down at him, your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Stop talking about mom and her boyfriend!” He pleaded with a groan, hiding his eyes behind the palm of his hands.

“So dramatic!” You laugh at him, throwing a pillow at him.

He laughed with you, letting it go finally, and walking down the stairs with you, just as Steve was opening your front door.

“Oh, hey.” He said, his voice softer once he saw Dustin trailing behind you.

“Hi.” You replay, your eyes softening as you make contact with him.

“Hi Steve.” Dustin chirped. “What are you doing here?” He followed, oblivious to the way he looked at you, and how it was different from the night before.

“I uh…-”

“We’re going to get breakfast.” You cut him off, knowing that he sucked at lying. He nodded, thankful for your intervention. “Benny’s, right?”

“Uh, yeah.” He let out, with a short breath. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah, Max, Mike and Lucas are going there now. They called me before you got here.” Dustin explains to you, looking up at you. Knowing that if his friends helped him interrogate you, he might get a different answer.

“Great.” You grunt sarcastically at him. Eyeing Steve as you continue. “Guess we’re babysitting.”

You had half hoped for it to be calm. But of course you were wrong.

It was a Saturday, it was ten in the morning, and it was busy on the dinner. Loud noises that came from the kitchen, and greasy food smell filled the entirety of it. In other circumstances you would have claimed that this might be a perfect way to start your weekend, you and Steve paired up in a booth eating slowly as you talked, or started dumbly at each other. But in that fantasy, you weren’t joined by a group of overactive kids eating their weight in sugary breakfast.

However there was a short silver lightning, Steve had managed to sit by your side, and when no one was looking at the two of you, his arm would slowly push into yours. A soft gesture, a i haven’t forgotten kind of touch. You smile to yourself every time you notice him doing that, you’d bite your lower lip, or the inside of your cheek. Occasionally, you’d reciprocate the gesture, your leg pushing into his. And you did notice how his cheeks would grow warmer every time he felt you doing that.

You weren’t the only one, Max seemed to catch onto it, and thankfully, she kept it to herself.

The kids were all babbling away, talking about some nonsense that you didn’t pay attention to, all of your attention was set on only two things. The coffee in front of you with the maple pancakes, and the boy next to you. Who himself could only really pay attention to you.

“You’re working today?” He asked, whispering in your ear, a bit to close if you were honest.

You nodded at him, taking another bite, and feeling how the hangover banished as you ate.

“You?” You muttered, covering your mouth as you finished chewing the food.

“Yeah, clocking in at four.” He lets you know. His voice is softer when he talks to you, you realise. He speaks slower, kinder. It also happens with his eyes, his eyelids relax, and he drops the tension, letting himself be relaxed when he talks to you.

“Mmh.” You turn to him, the electricity coming back once your eyes connect. “Wanna carpool?”

“Movie night later?” He adds, nodding as he does. You fixate on his hair, and the way that it bounces everywhere.

“Yeah.”

You both smile at each other. You try to stay on this moment, just the two of you in a little bubble, nothing else going on. But, alas, you feel Dustin’s stare on you. Well, not only his. Everyone seemed to be staring at you.

“What?” Steve asked, as he turned away from you, his voice dropping in tone.

“Uh, nothing.” Lucas mutters, elongating the i. nothiiiiiing.

You raise your eyebrow at them, trying to play it off as if nothing had changed. Because, nothing had changed. The promise that was made last night, was still just that, words, but damn, you were hungry for his lips.

“So you’re not coming home tonight either?” Dustin points outs, and he can feel you killing with your stare.

“What do you mean, either?” Max asked, her head moving between the both of you.

“Dustin…” You warned him, threatening him with your fork.

“You didn’t go home yesterday?” Steve played dumb, he raised his eyebrows at you. You knew that in reality, he was teasing you. Made only evident by him pushing his leg against yours. You squinted your eyes at him, begging for him to shut up.

“Shut up, or no movie night.”

As soon as Steve opens the door, walking into Family Video, Robin knows something’s changed.

He’s her best friend, and she knows him better than anyone. So she notices. The little smile that only a fool falling in love has, the sparkle in his eyes shining even with the lights turned off. She notices the way he glances at the clock, longing for something.

All she can do is smile at herself, hopeful that he has finally found someone worth having.

It’s not until she has her break and comes over for a quick to-go cup that she connects the dots.

She is one of your closest friends, and she knows you well enough to notice it too.

Robin sees the way you’re smiling into nothingness, the way your eyes flicker for a second when you hear the bell over the door, and how hopeful you look that someone will come in, and how your face turns to the clock when you don’t see who you long for walking in.

In that moment, she knows that whatever happened last night, only made you too finally realise what she has known all along, that you two are made for each other.

However, she doesn’t say anything. She just smiles to herself, and waits patiently for tonight's movie night.

But it becomes more obvious, when she sees you two together.

Steve is eager to close, and for once he does most of the work, he almost trips over when he steps foot on the street, too excited to watch what he’s doing. You seem to stumble as you close the door of the café, your hand almost getting trapped between the metal railing and the ground. But you don’t mind, your whole body relaxes as soon as you make eye contact with him. And he seems to stop, his heart skipping a beat once he sees you, your hair falling in all the right places as you turn to him, he can’t help but smile deeply.

Robin is sure now, once he sees the way you’re looking at each other, that you’re both falling for one another.

You had had countless movie nights together. Robin usually laid half in the floor, her head resting on the end of the couch where you and Steve were always cuddled up.

But tonight, your head rested on his shoulder, and Robin sat down on the loveseat, glaring at the two of you, with a knowing smile on her face.

Steve noticed her stare. When he looked over at her, he nodded, and she failed to hide an excited squeak, as soon as she realised that she was right.

The movie was starting, and Steve was sure you were going to love that one. As soon as it came into his hands, he had wanted to see you watching it. Maybe it’s because he knows that you’re a sucker for a fantasy movie, or maybe it’s because he’s aware of your obsession with Bowie, and lucky for you, Labyrinth combined the two perfectly.

So while you were busy, your eyes glued to the screen, he watched you closely. One of his hands rested on the small space that formed between your neck and your shoulder, his hands gracing your skin, caressing you, making your whole body tingle with goosebumps every time his nails dig into your skin. And every time that happened, your hands would squeeze his upper thigh.

Hidden under the blanket, your hands rested on his body. When he grabbed you, your hands responded, needing him closer. Wanting to ask him to kiss you right here and there, but being unable to do so, while Robin was still in the room. You could only do one thing, enjoy the movie and wait for time to pass. Enjoying him, in this way, so close that you could drink up his cologne. A strong smell of aftershave, vanilla and lavender invaded you, making you dizzy with the closeness.

Then, the door rang and the smell of pizza was present. Steve stopped the tape, and you jumped to the door, trying once again to beat him to it, so you could pay for it. You liked it, it was the way you felt like you could tell him that you cared. You realise in that moment that maybe that’s why you never let him pay for his coffee.

Regardless, Steve was lost in you, and his eyes didn’t leave your body as you walked away. He didn’t realise he was so lost into you until he heard the soft chuckle that escaped Robin’s lips. His head turned to face her, and he found her with a big smile and her eyebrows raised.

“When did that happen?” She whispered, worried that you would hear her.

“Oh, um…” He was shy now, his cheeks glowed pink, and he was unsure on what he could say, or what to say to that matter. “Well I um, we were walking back to the cars, and um, she almost fell, but then I uh, I catched her.” He begins to tell her, his eyes brighter than before, his smile only growing deeper at the memory of you, that close to him on that cold april night. “And I… I don’t really know why, but something kind of changed. And uh… Yesterday she fell asleep here, and she said she wanted to kiss me.”

“Did you?” Her voice spikes up, as her eyebrows raise, excited for him, for you. He can’t help but chuckle, as he avoids her stare, looking at the way you pay the pizza delivery boy, with your usual calm demeanor that he loves.

“She was drunk.” Steve begins to explain, he was playing anxiously with the blanket that you left next to him. Robin nodded, knowing why he didn’t do it.

“But you wanted to?”

“Of course, but… I wouldn’t-”

“Yeah, I know.” She cuts him off, a knowing look between both of them. “For the record, I still think she wants to kiss you.” Robin teases Steve, making him laugh as you come back with the pizzas, the smell of food filling the air.

“What are you two laughing about?” You chirp, sitting down with the boxes on your lap, and passing them around. Robin had the mushroom pizza all to herself, Steve enjoyed the Italian sausage, and you had chosen the peperoni, even if you knew Steve would ask you for a bite or two.

“Oh, nothing, we’re just hungry.” Robin said, knowing as well as you do, how bad of a liar Steve can be when put on the spot.

Steve was speechless. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder, while the hand that rested on his thigh was now intertwined with his, though since you had drifted off, your fingers had relaxed a bit, letting him play lazily and carefully with your fingers. He enjoyed the way your skin felt, so soft against his. He wanted to feel them all over him, he needed you to feel him, your hands all over his skin.

Just the thought of it made him breathe heavier, and feel as goosebumps invade his skin.

Robin knew she needed to head out, so she called Nancy, and was waiting eagerly for her to come pick her up. But instead of looking out the window to catch a glimpse of her car, she was mesmerized by the sight of you too together.

“Steve?” Robin whispered.

“Robs?” He answered, careful not to wake you up.

“You really do like her, don’t you?” He didn’t even need to answer, given that the soft curling upwards of his lips had already done so for him, regardless he nodded, and looked back at the way your eyelids were shut.

“Is that bad?” Steve was afraid of the answer, he trusted Robin’s opinion more than anyone.

“No.” She replayed, calmly. Her voice barely over a whisper, she was still smiling at him. “I can tell she likes you too.”

“How come?”

“They say that when you’re comfortable with someone, you have no trouble falling asleep. Henderson here always has trouble falling asleep, unless she’s near you.”

Steve presses his lips together, as he remembers every single time you had fallen asleep next or near him, and he can’t help but giggle a little, just like Robin is now doing.

“I really do like her, Robin.” He admits. What he doesn’t realise, is that you’re now beginning to wake up, making those the first words you hear, you decide to keep your eyes shut, and eavesdrop, trying to suppress your smile from appearing.

“That’s amazing. You deserve something good.” She tells him. She's calm and confident. Honest.

“But I’m scared.” He admits, his voice almost breaking.

“You shouldn’t be, but I guess it’s normal. You’re being vulnerable with her, and with me now I guess.” She’s really trying to be reassuring, and somehow it works, as Steve can feel his shoulders drop, and you feel how his hand grips yours again.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He adds, you can feel his eyes lay on you, as he smiles.

“I think Nance’s outside.” She whispers, as you hear her standing up. The wooden floor under his feet cracking as she approaches Steve. You hear their usual fist bump, as he opens and closes the door.

Then you’re left there.

You and Steve, finally alone.

At first you stay there, frozen and enjoying Steve’s soft strokes, he’s drawing the same pattern over and over again on every piece of skin he manages to take a hold on. But once again, your soft smile betrays you, and in that moment Steve’s aware that you’re awake.

“Hey.” You whisper, your eyes beginning to open, seeing him tower over you, a lovesick smile present on his lips.

“Hi.” He answers, pushing away a flock of hair away from your face, tucked away behind your ear. He watches as you incorporate yourself, your faces finally looking at each other. His eyes can’t stop looking at you, closely, in the same way, you can’t help your cheeks from warming up. “You’re okay, honey?”

There it was again. That stupid soft pet name that made you blush almost instantly, that word that only came out of his lips when you too were alone.

“I’m great, Stevie.” It almost makes him melt, the way your voice calls him. How it tingles his skin, how it makes his chest feel tighter, how he wishes for you to never stop calling him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

It was pretty obvious, if the dopey smiles and lovesick stares weren’t enough, the electricity that could be felt between both of your bodies let you know for sure. And the same question ran through both of your minds. do you want to kiss me as much as i do?

But regardless he asks another question, one as stupid as the one he’s thinking.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” You press your lips together in response, as you shake your head no. Your hair messing a bit as you do so. “Do you want to stay here?”

And for some reason, maybe it’s the sense of comfort that invades the shared space, or the fact that his eyes have flicked to your lips twice since you had opened your eyes, but you finally have enough courage to ask him what he had promised.

“Steve–” You whisper.

“Honey?”

“I want you to kiss me.”

His head closes the distance that separates the two of you. Your breath is mixing with his, as he bumps his nose with yours, that amount of closeness, that neediness makes you dizzy with anticipation.

“Are you sure?” He sounded needy, almost drowning in anticipation. You nodded, your nose gracing his as you did so.

“Yes, please, Stevie.”

Hearing you whine like that does something to him, it makes his stomach knot up. His hand grabs the back of your neck, soft enough to not harm you, but hard enough to make you shiver once you feel the way his fingers touch your skin. You close your eyes, as soon as you feel him pulling you closer, his lips are just a whisper away from yours, and he is enjoying every moment. But as soon as his curved up smile reaches yours, you know he’ll kiss you, just as deeply and sweetly as you have been imagining.

You’re right.

His lips fit perfectly against yours. He tastes of vanilla and mint. His hand holds your neck tightly and close to him. He opens his mouth a bit, biting your lower lip, softly, waiting for your tongue to come out, and gives you the needy big kiss that he has been dying to give you.

When you pull away, you don’t really separate. His forehead is leaning against yours. His thumbs stroke your cheeks in a repetitive circle pattern. Your hands have traveled all the way to his wrists, you were dizzy and you needed to hold him close, you needed to believe this really had happened.

Steve started to laugh, slowly, softly.

If you asked him, the answer would be yes, he has definitely fallen for you.

As soon as you heard him, you couldn’t help yourself, that stupid giggle was now escaping your lips, the kiss was better than you had imagined, and you needed a thousand more of them.

“That… Was worth the wait.” You whisper against his lips.

“You’re dramatic.” He chuckles, as he starts to play with the end of your hair.

“Yeah I know.” You tell him, leaving a quick wet kiss on the corner of his mouth. “And you’re pretty.” You compliment him against his skin, feeling how it begins to warm up, a pinkish colour appearing on his cheeks.

“Honey?” He’s the one whispering now, asking, almost begging for your attention.

“Yeah?”

“I want to kiss you again.” He tells you, as he nuzzles his nose into the apples of your cheeks, as soon as he feels you smile he can’t help but nibble a bit, a small bite that he leaves on your skin.

“You can kiss me as much as you want, babe.” Babe. As soon as he hears you say that he feels his heart melt, and he knows he could die right here and there and he would go happy.

Maybe that’s why he can’t help himself, and the weird chuckling noise he emits as he closes the distance once again. Your hands are now tangled in his hair, and you play with it, as he deepens the kiss, his hands burry into your skin, pulling you closer, and closer. He needs you, he has to feel you close. He’s drunk with need, and anticipation, everytime your lips connect, he’s more sure that you’re the only person he ever wants to kiss, ever again.

That necessity that he had before, it becomes much present now that he’s tried the way your lips taste. His fingers find his way under your shirt, tracing a pattern on your skin, making you whimper by that simple touch. He knows the affect he has on you, but you’re still unaware of just how much power you have over him.

It’s not until your lips leave tiny kisses over his face, trailing off until they find his neck. A low groan that escapes Steve’s lips makes your entire body shiver, feeling how a pressure under your bellybutton begins to form. You've never heard him make that sound, and now you never want to stop hearing it.

Steve throws his neck backwards, giving you full acces to wherever you please, as long as one of his hands is intertwined with one of yours. It’s not that he’s clingy, it’s just that he can’t quite believe that you’re with him, like this.

So you stay there, kissing him, just as much as he kisses you. His left hand on the small of your back and his right one holding your hand closely to his.

Eventually you stop.

You’re both with a stupid smile on your lips, looking at each other with the same look, a I can’t believe this is happening, kind of look. He knows that it shouldn’t go any further, but he can’t help but wonder how you look under another certain light, with flushed cheeks and you screaming his name with a whimper.

But just as much as he wonders that, he’s aware that it’s way too soon.

So he just stays there, laid on the couch next to you, his hand still holding yours, his thumb rubbing the space between your index finger and your thumb in a repetitive pattern.

You’re lost into him. You can’t quite believe just how lucky you feel, the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen is now next to you, just as crazy in love as you are.

“What?” You whisper to him, your eyes lighting up as you ask him.

“Would you go out? With me?” You hear him asking, you don’t think you’ve ever heard him this shy.

“Are you asking me on a date, Harrington?” You tease, failing to hide your excitement.

“Only if you say yes.” He adds, that stupid Steve Harrington smirk present on his face, with his bright dark honey eyes shining directly to you.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Steve, I’ll go out with you.”

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Steve harrington x roomate!reader hurt/comfort ~1.5k anxeity attack tw!

It shouldn’t have happened, not really.

You were in your room, laying on your bed. There was nothing wrong. Everything was fine.

Maybe that was the problem.

Everything is fine, and nothing is great. Or good. Just fine. Suddenly the ceiling seemed to get closer to your body, but you knew you weren’t moving, it is not possible to get closer, i can not float, you tried to tell yourself.

It doesn’t seem to work.

It also doesn’t help that you can feel your heart beating harder, and faster and louder deep inside your chest.

A loud drum hidden somewhere inside you that is making you go mad, you need to turn it off, but you don’t really know how to.

And the pressure starts.

The place your lungs occupy is getting tighter, smaller, heavier.

Breath. Please. Breath.

It doesn’t work.

Your body starts to curl up, your hands buried in your hair, a repetitive pattern, something to occupy your hands. You needed something, a distraction.

You knew Steve was sleeping. You’d said goodnight to him half an hour ago, when he closed his bedroom door. You knew that if you started crying, or weeping he’d hear you, the walls of your apartment were thin, and you didn’t want him to find out like that.

Truth be told, you didn’t want him to know at all.

But at the same time, there was this little voice, a broken whimper that begged you to ask for help.

Maybe that was what finally broke you. Maybe your body couldn’t take the restriction it had on itself anymore. Maybe you just couldn’t take it anymore.

For whatever reason, you find that your body has found itself against the wall.

And that the sound of the impact was enough to get his attention.

And if not, the broken whisper of his name was.

Truth be told, he did hesitate for a moment.

He heard the thump and thought that something might have fallen out of your decorated walls, but as soon as he heard the way your voice sounded, he didn’t waste a second.

His body crossed the threshold of your door before he was even conscient of it.

He kneeled on your floor, where your bed met the floor, and looked up at you. He wasn’t sure what to do next, what to say. He stayed there, waiting for you to look up, your head looking down at your bedsheets.

“Hey.” He whispered, afraid that his voice would startle you.

“Sorry.” You muttered, your voice hoarse and raspy.

“Don’t” He begged. His hand touched your leg, a soft gesture that made your head shift, concentrating on it, and the way he just layed it there, a pattern that he started to draw.

“It’s fine.” You didn’t even try to mask your lie, not even a little bit. Then again, how could you when tears were coming out, a slow river of them.

“It’s not.” He shook his head, the way his hair moved hypnotizing you for a second. Your hand found his, your fingers anxiously playing with his.

“I don’t…” You were struggling to stop crying. Your face felt hot in contrast to the cold tears that travelled down your cheeks, your vision blurred, Steve appearing as a far away object. Even when you felt him right there. It felt for a moment -however brief- that you were dying, and you weren’t totally sure what had caused it, maybe it was from having your emotions bottled up for so long, focusing on curse work, and essays and cleaning so you wouldn’t think about it, I’ll deal with it later had become a new mantra for the last weeks. Now seemed to finally be later, and having Steve in the same room as you only made them come out rushing faster, like an angry flood leaving you a crumpled mess on your bed. “I’m sorry. Just go.” You begged, feeling sorry for yourself, and what was worse, that he had to see you like that. So fragile. So weak. So vulnerable.

Steve knew that what was worrying you at that moment was the fact that he had caught you falling apart, and he knew you didn’t like it when people saw you like this. Vulnerable.

“I’m not going anywhere, honey.”

Finally, your eyes met his.

And the softness of them, and his touch, made you reconnect with your body. Slowly. Like a feather falling. Steve knew that there wasn’t a lot he could do besides staying there. Waiting for you to open up, wanting you to do so, but knowing that if he forced you to do so, it would only get worse. So he waited. As your breathing became more regular, and your chest wasn’t heaving up and down as fast.

His head was still looking up at you, the concern was apparent, but so was the unconditional love he seemed to have for you.

“D’you want me to come up?” He asked. He didn’t waste any time, as soon as he saw you nodding his body was on your mattress, and his arms opened.

Your body fell onto his, and he wrapped you up in the softest warmest hug you had ever experienced, or at least, the one that you had been needing for a long time.

You stayed like that for some time. Your ear pressed to his chest, hearing the way his heart beated, and his relaxed breathing, it let your body follow him. Finally relaxing, melting on the spot in some sort of way. His hands played with your hair, as he hummed a song you didn’t quite recognise. Though he had heard you sing it countless times.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m just really tired…” He knew that wasn’t the end of your sentence, so he gave you space for you to organise your thoughts. Your breathing was now calm, but your voice was still a whisper. “ I just… I’m always chasing. And for once, I just… I want someone who cares, no matter what. Someone who will always be by my side, someone that can be patient with me, someone that won’t find me annoying when I’m crying, or lashing out, or stressed, or… Fuck. I just want something that’ll love me, as much as I love them.”

Steve smiled. And left a kiss on your forehead, leaving his lips to rest there for a second longer.

He waited for you to look up at him, as you knew you would. Even if your eyes were redder, and your cheeks were flushed after crying, Steve still thought you were the prettiest girl he had even seen.

“I…” He hid his nervousness with a chuckle, and a stupid grin that made your heart skip a beat, even if you tried for it to not do it. “If you wanted to, I could try to be that someone.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t make fun of me.” You begged, not really knowing how to manage what he was trying to tell you. Not really knowing if you could believe him right now. “If you’re just saying that to make me feel better, please don’t.” It wasn’t harsh, not really. He knew that it was a horrible moment for a stupid love confession, but he couldn’t keep acting as though he didn’t absolutely love you. As if he wouldn’t do anything you’d ask him to.

“I’m not.” He reassured you, his arms still tightly wrapped you. His fingers had been stroking you, a soft, sweet caress that let you know that he wasn’t lying. “I’ve had the stupidest crush on you for so long.” He admits with a laugh. His smile grows deeper once he sees the way your eyes shine with hope and recognition. “I knew it’s weird to tell you this after you cried, but… You are one of the most lovable people I know. And you do deserve all those things.” He nodded along his words, his voice was also a whisper now, the intimate moment growing fonder in both of your hearts. “We can talk about it tomorrow if it’s too much now.”

You nodded. And stayed as close as you were. Your eyes looking fondly at him, hope apparent on both of your faces.

“Will you stay?”

“Anything for you, honey.”

He left one last kiss on your forehead, and you returned the gesture, a soft kiss on his cheek.

He had to be careful, if he didn’t control himself he could never stop kissing you.

He laid on your mattress, his body touching the wall, his arms opened for you, waiting for you to make yourself comfortable. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was, your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you, as your body wrapped around him. Your leg hugging his body. You kissed his chest. Thank you, it said.

He kissed your hand before intertwining your fingers. You’re welcome, he responded.

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reminiscence | steve harrington x reader

summary you are neighbours with Eddie, you and Steve used to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but haven't spoke to each other, until your neighbour messes things up. (5.5k)

warnings fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, exes! in love, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn exes to lovers, idiots in love!!!, mentions of alcohol use, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

It had been just a dream. You had to keep reminding yourself of it. No matter how real it might have felt, it remained the same, not real.

Or, in any case, not real again. Though the dream had been a memory, it seemed as though it had happened yesterday. And to worsen it, it was so mundane that it made it all feel all so real. You laid on your side, your body wrapped in nothing but his white sheets and the sunlight that creeped through his window. Your body felt warm and soft as it laid there, while he remained by your side, still, his eyes barely open looking at you, sleep still prominent on his face, made evident by his messy hair. Eyes shining as they looked at you and the light from the sun illuminated half of his face, it all smelled of familiarity and comfortableness. His fingers tracing your features lazily and slowly as he admired you, as your eyes opened and looked at him, a shy smile on your face as you saw him. And before your ears could hear what he was about to say you had woken up.

A faze followed you the entire day. Seemed as though his memory followed you the entire day. When you sat down on the empty and cold couch, you were reminded of the way he would playfully throw a pillow at you only so he could hear you giggle as he smiled at you. If and when a song played on the radio of your car, fate or a big cosmic joke seemed to only make you pay attention to the ones you had an attachment with. It was beginning to feel like the latter, if you were honest.

Back in your little home, the space was empty. The trailer park was oddly calm so you opted to do laundry, enjoying the sun rays hitting your face as you hung it dry, the friendly boy seemed to smile as he saw you enjoying your domestic chores. And you smiled back at him, inviting him for a chat if he pleased, and he did so.

Eddie ran through the little road that separated your trailers, and smiled big as he sat down on the ground looking back at you as he chucked clothespins at you so you didn’t have to move as much. A friendly conversation had started.

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” You laughed as he nearly missed your hands.

“Should being the important part.” He replayed as he shaked his hair. “It is way too nice to be locked away, missing the sun.” He said as he handed another one.

“Oh, okay.” You laughed at him.

“Are you… forget it.” He said with a short chuckle.

“Finish what you were going to say Munson.” You teased him back.

“You seem off, are you okay?” You stayed frozen for a second too long, and that on itself seemed like an answer. “Yeah, so that’s a no.” He added as he stood up, whipping his hands as he did so.

“I dreamed about him again, it’s just weird I guess.” You sentenced, your eyes focused on the white T-shirt that seemed more wrinkled than the others.

“Oh…” He said, slowly, realizing what you had said. “Wait, again?”

“Ah shit.”

“Again? What do you mean?” He teased as he crossed his arms and tilted his head to look at you while he smiled.

“I mean that I’ve dreamt about him more than once.” You said ignoring him. Trying your hardest not to blush.

“More than twice?”

“Yes.”

“More than three times?”

“Thrice?” You teased him now. “That’s why you shouldn’t skip school.” He laughed as he threw you another clothespin.

“Answer the question!”

“Yes Eddie. I have, but I really don’t wanna talk about it, okay?” You answer now, frustrated as you had dropped your jeans twice as you spoke to him. He nodded as he started helping you now.

“Okay, then we won’t. Wanna have lunch later?” He asks in an attempt to cheer you up.

“Dinner?”

“I… uh… I’m going out with…” He lets you know while he scratches the back of his neck apologetically.

“Oh, yeah. Lunch works too. I’ll start doing it in a bit, ‘kay?” You add as you try to not let it affect you as much as it truly does. Though he can tell it somehow does.

Eddie had stayed with you as long as he could.

You’ve always liked his company, you had been neighbours since he moved in with Wayne, and way after you decided to stay on your own after your father decided to leave for Baltimore with his new wife. In the moment, it wasn’t that you were attached to Hawkins, but to a certain boy with wild hair. A boy that broke your heart, not because he had been rude or anything like that, but because you were in such different spaces mentally, and sometimes, as you had seen, loving someone blindly is not enough. On that day that you had asked him if he loved you as strongly as he did in the beginning and you saw his eyes darken you knew it wasn't enough.

And Eddie had been there when he left, and you felt like the pieces on your heart were never going to be repaired. And even if he continued to be friends with him, and even if you would occasionally see each other, you asked not to, just because it was hard when it was all so recent. But so much time has passed since then…

Even if some other person had hurt you, it wasn’t in the same way, you remembered Steve with a bright light and with a melancholic shine. You still loved him, but you were not in love with him.

And on nights like this, where falling asleep seemed such a hard task, you did what you used to do. Sit on your steps with soft music playing through your headphones, one ear left to hear the quiet and still night. So you could hear if a bird decided to sing or if Martha from two trailers down decided that it was Movie Night so you could imagine the movie as it played loudly. Sitting there, with either a book or your little sketchbook on your lap as you smoked quietly into the night. On this night, you decided to finally pick up your copy of “The Never Ending Story” that you left half-way and were set to finish it.

It seemed like a quiet night, and it would have remained that way if what was about to happen could have been avoided, but alas, it wasn’t.

A dark red car arrived, and parked in front of Eddie’s. Not just any car, but a BMW in a very cared for manner. Not any car, but his car. He was right there, and you could actually see him, as he momentarily made eye contact with you.

You watched as the cigarette consumed on your fingertips as Steve stopped the motor, left his seat and walked over to Eddie’s door as he opened for him, grabbing him as he helped him get up. He looked as he always had. The same blue polo shirt that now fitted him a little bit tighter, and the same could be said about his jeans. Your heart beated faster as you were actually looking at him, having lost the interest for the book you were reading, you couldn’t help but listen to what they were saying.

“Eddie, come on buddy you gotta get up.” Steve's voice sounded as sweet as you remember, though deep and slightly annoyed, you felt a warmth inside you as you recall a time where he used to talk to you as sweet as he is doing now.

“I’m gonna…” You could hear as Eddie mumbled his words.

“Come on, where are your keys?” He added as he held him by his waist, trying to keep him on his feet.

“Pocket ‘think I dunno.” He was swaying now, he seemed to be clearly drunk. As Steve tried to find his keys while Eddie giggled, you did chuckle as the scene was comedic, seeing as Eddie seemed to be making it insanely hard for Steve to find anything as he swayed back and forth as he laughed. And to make matters worse, his head swung back and his eyes met yours. “Hey sweetheart!” Eddie yelled, making you blush as his voice made Steve look back at you.

“Hey Edds.” You replayed without needing to shout. Your eyes locked onto Steve without you being able to avoid it.

“Uh…- Hi.” You hear Steve mumbels, his head looking at you before looking at the ground.

“Can’t find m’keys, y’know?” Eddie screams again, this time without shouting.

“I see. Wayne’s working tonight, you remember?” You ask as you see him remembering.

“Oh! No! He took m’hidden keys! m’housless… Oh no” He kept repeating as he dramatically hid his face onto his palms.

You can’t help but laugh at him at the same time that Steve does.

“You're a mess dude…” You can hear Steve say to him as he hides a laugh.

“You can sleep on the couch, Edds…” You say as you look at both of them. Finally putting the book down as you let your cigarette butt hit the ground. Standing up, you realize that you’re wearing one of Steve’s old sweaters that he left with you, and some basketball shorts, and you blush as you see his recognition on his face, with a soft smile that he gave you.

“You’re sure?” You hear Steve ask softly.

“Yeah it's okay.” You say as you walk down the steps, seeing as they approach you.

“Thank you.” He adds as he is now standing in front of you, his voice soft again.

“Can I ‘ve the warm blankie?” You laugh as you see Eddie mutter as he looks at you, eyes darting around.

“Sure buddy.” You add as you grab Eddie, and as you try to hold his weight you seem to hunch lower into the ground, as you are not strong enough, so you feel Steve rush back in as he chuckles.

“I got him, don’t worry.” He says as he begins to walk the steps up with the same familiarity as he used to do.

You watched as he laid him on the couch, standing on the threshold of your entrance door, your body reclined as you let yourself get lost on Steve’s movements. He grabbed the blanket that Eddie requested and began to move to your direction, stopping as he saw you standing in the light he finally had enough time to take you in. Your hair laid in a ponytail that had messed up as Eddie had flung his arm over your shoulder, but still, your face looked as beautiful as he remembered even if he couldn’t say so, though his heart had missed a beat as your eyes looked up at him, biting your lower lip. He didn’t say anything, because he didn’t have to. But you had to say something, even if it was only to hear his voice once again.

“Thank you, y’know, for making sure he got somewhere safe.” Honesty in your voice as your lips smiled shyly at him.

“Yeah, no. It’s nothing, he does the same when I drink too much…” He added in response as he whispered, adjusting his voice as he heard Eddie starting to snore softly.

“Which doesn’t happen often if I remember correctly.” You lightly tease him as your eyes look down for a second, taking it all in.

“Yeah.” He answers in a chuckle.

“Yeah.” You repeat as you finally lock eyes with him, biting your lip again nervously.

“Um, I should go home…” His voice sounds as if he truly doesn’t want to do so, but you're unsure as to what he means.

“Yeah, it’s late.” You admit, your voice is trying not to break down now.

“I like seeing you. You look just as good as I remembered.” He admits as his eyes dart around your face. Your eyes first, then your lips, back to your eyes. He seems to be lost in them.

“You do too. And yeah, I like seeing you too.” You smile up at him, and even if you don’t see it, he melts a bit inside.

But before he leaves, he does something as stupid as you would expect from someone you had cared for so much in the past. He hugs you tightly. Wrapping his arms on your waist as he holds you closer to him, your arms hesitate a little, as they slowly travel up to his neck, as you get on your tiptoes so you can squeeze him as hard as he is doing to you. And he laughs as he pushes you back into the ground, not letting you hurt your feet as he always used to do. You smile as you feel at ease for once, warm in your cheeks as you realize that he still smells the same. He whispers a soft “Bye” as he leaves, and you do too. Watching him leave once again. And as you close the door, a tear that you're not sure if it comes from happiness, melancholy or sadness appears on your left eye.

A few weeks had passed since the unexpected hug. And Eddie had apologised profusely for making a fool of himself and making you see him when you weren’t prepared -and for throwing up as soon as he woke up-. But you reassured him, it was fine, it actually was great, but you didn’t tell him that, letting it be your little secret for a while.

And you seem to bump into him more after that. Seeing him in the grocery store, while you work in the music store or in the park, and sharing a shy friendly smile, a knowing nod and a feeling or thought that feels like old times.

On your day off, you enjoyed some alone time. But then again, it was such a sunny day that you couldn’t help but sit outside, sunglasses on while you tried once again to finish your book. Stopping from time to time to really hear the lyrics of whatever song was playing, and enjoying the warmth that the sun left on your skin. Finally at ease.

But as it seemed to happen more often than not, your peace was interrupted. Not by a car this time, but with the banging on the door of your neighbour by a young red haired girl.

“Eddie! You promised!” You can hear how frustrated she sounds, so once again, you jump in to help.

“Max!” You shout, and she looks over at you, you now have her full attention. “He got a call last minute, he had to go to work at the car shop…” You are now standing in front of her, a comforting touch on her shoulder as her face calms down for a second.

“Shit!” She said in response, her arms crossed in front of her chest, head looking at the ground. “What did he promise?”

“He was supposed to go to the basketball game with me… Lucas is playing and everyone will be there and I thought I should go too… It's just… Forget it.” She mumbles as her feet kick the ground.

“When’s the game?”

“In a half hour.” She says, shyly or anxiously, you’re not sure and it doesn’t matter.

“Okay, then. Let’s go.” You smile down at her. And her eyes shine as she gets incredibly happy.

“Really?”

“Yeah, come on.” You reassure her as you take your car keys out of your pocket.

It was weird to be back in there, watching a basketball game and not looking for him to play. Even if you tried you couldn’t help but remember the times you would hide in the bleachers next to Eddie as you cheered when Steve would score, and how he would look over at you and smile, or blow a kiss or just give you a knowing look, as he always knew how much you liked watching him concentrate into doing something, and the effects that it had on you, seeing him, sweaty, focused, intensely waiting to meet you later and kiss you senseless.

But he wasn’t there, at least not yet. The game hadn't started, and Max was doing what you used to do, looking over anxiously for her friends to come, playing with the end of her oversized T-shirt. You smile softly as you observe her, knowing what she feels, you rub her back slowly as she looks back at you, a knowing nod as you both sit down.

In any case, the rest of the lunch club wasn’t that far away, though they still arrived minutes before the band started, and you did smile when you saw Robin all decked up in green while she holds her trumpet, she seems to raise her eyebrows at you, though once you tracked her eyesight you saw as she was actually looking at him, who was coming after the kids, slowly, and he seemed to be walking slower as he realized that the only empty seat left was the one on your left.

“Max! You made it! Oh, hello.” Dustin cheered happily as he saw the both of you. His hair hidden under a baseball cap.

“Hey Henderson.” You responded with a smile, trying to not look at Steve as he approaches.

“Hi.” He whispered to your ear as he stood closer to you, sitting down, you could feel his knee make contact with yours.

“Hi.” You repeated as a shy smile and rosy cheeks looked back at him, his heart stopping for a second. Fixing his hair as he looked away, trying to hide the fact that his face was getting warm now.

His hand rested on your knee the whole game.

Of course Max spent the following week interrogating you on behalf of the kids, especially Dustin, who seemed to miss your company and in Max’s words, the way Steve was around you. You did chuckle at that, but didn’t give the girl that much hope. It was just that, civility in reconciliation, though if you were sincere, you hoped for much more.

Especially since your leg still burned with the contact that his hand had left on it.

And everything that your brain seemed to recall. His fingers buried deep in your thighs, holding your waist upwards as he would get lost in the space between them, enjoying hearing you scream his name until it left you senseless.

The image had not escaped your mind since then.

If you were dreaming about him before, it is worse now.

But regardless you coped with it as you always did, rewatching David Bowie’s Labyrinth and staying in your most comfortable clothes, so you laid on your couch with an oversized old, faded basketball T-shirt, that if you squirted hard enough and paid close attention to, could still be seen a faint Harrington 17. You were slightly embarrassed to actually still use it as your sleeping/laying around shirt, but then again, it was the best one you owned.

But you weren’t embarrassed about singing along as the melody for “Magic Dance” started emanating from the T.V. and as you whipped your hair around you started to answer what Bowie was asking.

“You remind me of the babe.”

“What babe?” You said at the same time as the goblin did to Bowie as you too looked at him, using your remote as a microphone.

“Babe with the power.”

“What power?”

“The power of voodoo.”

“Who do?”

“You do”

“Do What?”

“Remind me of the babe/ I saw my baby crying as hard as a babe could cry!” You kept on screaming the lyrics as the scene went along, not looking away from the screen as David Bowie always had the power of enchanting you.

A knock on the door interrupted you for a second.

“Hey sweetheart, are you home?” Eddie's voice could be heard, so you answered unbothered, not even turning around.

“Yeah, it’s open. Come, there’s pizza in the kitchen.” You gestured lazily, raising your arm over the couch so he could see where you were. As you continued to sing along, fooling around as you copied David Bowie’s tone of voice.

“Yeah, I um… actually need your help sweetheart.” As these words escaped his lips and his voice became lower and felt more serious, you finally stopped the movie and spun around to look at him.

The first thing you notice is that his hair is wilder than normally, tangled and frizzled up, falling in all the places that it usually doesn’t. As you look at him you see the worry in his eyes, and as his hand raises up to anxiously scratch his jaw you can see that his hands are bruised. His head moved slightly before his body moved left, and you could finally see him.

Steve stood on your entryway. His hair all messed up, more than usual and in a matter that let you know that it wasn’t his intentional doing. As you looked down you saw that his eyebrow was split open, blood slowly and calmly falling down. A bruise was starting to appear in between his lower brow and temple, going down, making his eye look smaller than usual. You don’t waste time taking it all in, instead you feel yourself stand up and look at Eddie searching for answers.

“I don’t have antiseptics or anything, so if you could just…” He tries to say, in a tired voice. “I need to go and tell Robin that we’re okay.”

“What happened?” Your voice sounds just as shocked as you do, scared at points, as your left hand softly shakes in terror that something truly bad had happened. But Eddie just looks at Steve as he looks at the ground.

“Eddie, I can just take care of it at home, let’s go.” He tries to say, in a manner that you know is intended to calm you down, but does just the opposite.

“Shut up Steven.” You snap as you look at him, closing the distance as you approach him, and you can see the soft chuckle that it provokes in him, as he too remembers how you would tease him relentlessly with that nickname when he annoyed you while he could still call you his. “What happened?”

“I’ll tell you later, okay?” He told you, sincerity in his voice. Soft, calm as his eyes looked down at yours. “I promise.” You nod as your shoulders shrug and a soft smile appears on your worried complexion.

Eddie’s van could be heard leaving, as the trailer park all had fallen into silence.

You start heading to the toilet, the white light of it illuminating the little room. Given that the walls were in a desaturated teal, the contrast of his tan skin was evident under the dim light. He sits down on top of the bath and rests his head on his hands as you search in the cabinets for everything that you need. You’ve got it all categorized, first the little towel so you could clean it all, the antiseptic and pure alcohol with the little cotton swaps so you could really make sure the wounds wouldn’t get infected. But as you turn around, you get your heart mixed up, feeling it beating hard and fast as you see him watching you so closely. Your legs were naked, and still, it was his shirt that laid over your body. It always made him dizzy to see you wear nothing but it. And you could see it was happening again, his eyes shining bright for a second as they illuminated when he recognized the shirt.

“You still keep it?” He asks as he smiles softly, furrowing his eyebrow a bit, as the little cut that you hadn’t noticed on his lower lip, tears a bit.

You hadn’t dared to look at him.

But with the wet towel in hand and as you approached you did at last.

Your left hand laying on the back of his neck, holding his face up with so much care, terrified that you would hurt him in the slightless. The cut on his brow seemed deeper now, old brown blood blocking it all, dirt stuck its way into the scratch. His nose was already dripping less blood, with a lot of it dried up. Making it look worse than it actually was. But nonetheless, the scrap that opened the bridge of his nose was or seemed superficial, the bruise that was formeing was not. So you just smiled at his question now that you had his attention again.

“Of course I do…” You fold the wet towel neatly. Nervously. “This might hurt. You ready?”

He nodded, and so did you, biting your lower lip once again, trying to hide your curious anxiety. His head tilts as his eyes focus on that gesture.

“You’ll hurt yourself.” He mutters, his voice soft, his eyes kind.

You smile at him as you stop. You nod as a way of asking him if you can go now, and he moves his head upwards in response. His eyes seem to be glowing, like dark honey.

As the towel makes contact with his skin, his hand instinctively grabs the back of your thigh, in that place where the leg meets the end of your cheeks. You both seem to feel the goosebumps that gesture provoques. Not only that, it is not only that your skin felt like it was on fire, or that it tingles in electricity, but the way that your heart seemed to skip a beat as his fingers buried into your skin.

“Sorry.” He muttered, his grip loosening, but his hand not moving.

“It’s alright. You never liked being taken care of if I remember right.” You say knowing that you do. You both share a smile once more.

“Well, I liked it when you did it.” He says as his chest raises up and down faster and faster. “When you do.” He finalises as his eyes dart around you. Embarrassed or happy, you’re not sure.

“Idiot.” You tease with a pleasing tone and smile.

He nods and smiles as he feels your touch on the back of his neck relax, as it turns into a slight petting motion.

You grab the antiseptic and everything else, without moving too much, his touch still on your skin.

He squints as you start to work on the eyebrow wound.

“Oh, don’t be a baby…” You tease him again, making him laugh. He squeezes his grip again, his mouth draws a grin as he sees you squirm.

“Or a babe.” He laughs in a sing-song voice.

“What babe?” You ask, not really understanding what he was on about, as you’re too focused on the little wound, now that the blood has stopped coming out.

“The babe with the power…” He mocks you as he continues to sing the song that was playing when he found you.

“What power?” You laugh as you catch on to what he was doing, a dumb smile left on your face as he is once again lost in your eyes.

“The power of voodoo…” He struggles to remember the rest of the song and you chuckle softly, he gifts you with a sincere soft laugh.

“Idiot…”

“You’ve already told me that.” He mocks you again, as you unconsciously scoot over to him, finally sitting down, as his legs open so you fit better on that space, legs touching, his hand now gripping the small of your waist, both of your faces closer than before. His back touching the tile wall.

“I know.” You look down at his pinkish lips, seeing how his lower one still needed to be disinfected. “You still haven’t told me.” You recall.

“That’s you’re an idiot?” He asks as his head tilts in confusion. You shake your head no as a soft smile that seems now permanent appears and stays in your face.

“No.” You stop for a second as you reach for the pure alcohol. “What happened?” And even if your voice seemed serious and worried, your expression was soft and kind.

“It was stupid.” He reassures you, in an attempt to reassure himself. Your silence lets him know that you don’t care, and that you want to know. “We ran into Jason.”

“Oh…” You said as you spilled the alcohol over the little cotton swab.

“Yeah, oh.” He nods as he repeats you. “And he just… I don’t know if he wanted… I guess he saw that we seemed together at the basketball game or whatever but… Guess he still hasn’t got over the fact that you liked me more or whatever so he just… When he started calling names and shit I just kind of lost it. And then he started calling Robin shit names, and then Eddie and I just had to… I dunno.” Your face softens as you look back at him, he seems to regret it all.

“I… You don’t always have to be a hero, you know.” You tell him as the cotton hits his lips and he closes his eyes as the sting hits him, his right and travelling fast to your wrist. Your fingers pulling away from the injury as he breathes out. “Sorry.” He shakes his head no, giving you permission to go back.

“I might have liked Jason, but I didn’t love him.” You whisper.

“You didn’t?” He whispers in disbelief. The fingers that were stroking the back of his neck were now tangled with his hair now.

“No.” You said, sincerely, looking deep into his eyes, getting lost into them once again. “Not like you.”

“Like me?”

“Yeah.” You admitted. Throwing the cotton away. The hand that was tangled with your waist was now playing with your jaw, your noses almost touching now, hearts beating faster.

“You… What do you mean?” His eyes were curious as they seemed to not be able to stop travelling back and forth between your lips and your soft eyes.

“I loved you like I have never loved anyone else” You admit. Your nose is now touching his, as your breaths get mixed.

“I…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I know you… Forget it.” You say as you try to pull away, as his hand softly grabs your jaw so you don’t go too far away, as if the fact that you could leave this moment of intimacy would hurt him more than the bruises in his face or anything else.

“I did love you, you know.” He admits, his voice deep and soft, almost as if it was caramel. These words get deep into your brain and stay there for a long time.

“I know, I just… You stopped.” Your voice breaks a little as his forehead was now resting against yours, his fingers caressing your skin softly now.

“I didn’t. I think I just got scared, ‘cause I truly never felt like that, not with anyone else, not even now.” He says, as he pulls away for a second, so he could look at you again.

“I thought you went out with…”

“Yeah, but I never loved anyone else. I’ve liked people, but…” He takes a deep breath, as you feel as if you could faint at any moment with way too many emotions flowing through your body all at once.

“Nobody?” You ask as you feel yourself melting slowly.

“Nobody.” He admits.

“I’ve never stopped, y’know.” You admit as your heart seems to want to jump out of your chest.

“What do you mean?” He seems shocked as he asks this.

“I mean, it just changed. The love I feel for you.”

“You still feel it?”

“Yeah.”

He couldn’t help himself. Might be the closeness. Might be the fact that you had spent so much time taking care of him. Or that he too had been thinking about you for months, weeks or days it didn’t matter. His hand gripped your face stronger, pulling you in. And finally he kissed you again.

His lips felt as they did all that time ago. Soft, timid and needy. They seemed to taste as they always had, though now, a faint note of the clinical alcohol could be tasted, and you both smiled as you did when you shared your first kiss, giggling at the fact that you were finally in this position with him again. You opened your mouth as he deepened the kiss and your tongues touched after being apart for so long.

“I missed you.” He confesses in between kisses, as your hands remember his body again.

“I’m here.” You reminded him.

You stopped, your foreheads touching each other, catching your breath, he left a kiss on the crown of your head. It felt surreal to have him once again.

“You’re staying?” You asked softly, in a whisper tinted with enamoured happiness.

“I’m never leaving.”

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roses and dandelions | steve harrington x reader

summary you're Hopper's daughter as soon as you could you moved fram from Hawkins, some years later you come back to teach at the High School, and you find Steve Harrington has become the new History teacher.

word count: 5.4k

warnings fem!reader, fluff (like a lot of it), comfort, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn bestfriends to lovers, idiots in love!!!. teacher!steve AU!!!!, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!!

Steve loved his job.

And for once he was actually proud of what he was doing, and what he had become. He had managed to get into collage, and worked his way through it, managing to get the top marks in his degree, turns out that if he was actually passionate in what was thought, he had no problem in keeping attention. He would be lying to himself if he didn’t acknowledge that his end goal was not where he was, but it turns out he was content with it. A quiet life, back in Hawkins, in a house of his own, teaching History to high schoolers. They weren’t the little nuggets that he had aimed for, but regardless, he enjoyed the occasional connection with an abnormally curious mind.

He liked it. The quiet, the normalness, the stillness almost.

It also made him giggle, being called Mr.Harrington. It seems like the walls of the Hawkins’ High School had seen the evolution, from posh-boy Stevie, King-Steve, loverboy-Steve, nice-Steve to finally years later, Mr.Harrington. He remembers writing it on his first day on the chalkboard and not being able to stop smiling to himself. He had made it, it wasn’t inherited, it wasn’t gifted, he had accomplished it himself.

So on days like this, early January, where the coldness seemed to drain the morale, he stuck into that thought.

He taught his classes for today, and was hanging back in his classroom for a bit, grading some work from his senior class. His radio hummed soft music as he concentrated, hand on his chin that played absentmindedly with his short 3 day beard. He was interrupted as he heard a loud thump on the other side of the wall.

Funny enough, you were there.

Surrounded by empty canvases, you were struggling to make the room feel better. You had worked in so many artists' workshops that you had certain habits that were hard to break. You needed a space dedicated in its entirety to paint, and you had spent the last hour organizing it. Half empty bottles were up to the front, the first three always had to be the three primary colours, yellow, blue and red. Followed by white and black. Then came the secondary ones, and the tertiary colours. The paintbrushes that could be saved and weren’t to badly beat layed bristles up in a jar. You only had acrylics and you had made a mental note to ask permission to get some oils next. However, the canvases couldn’t stop hitting the floor every time you tried to reorganize them. So you were exhausted and piled them on the ground by shape. Deciding to reorganize the high tables. You knocked one of the stools into the ground.

A loud thump.

“You okay?” Even if his tone of voice didn’t make it obvious the fact that he had rushed over, seeing his glasses sliding down his nose did. Once you turned around and actually connected the voice to his face a little upside down smile appeared in his lips, while you nodded and looked at the ground. A faint blush appears on your cheeks.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it Harrington.” You scoffed as you bent down again to pick the fallen piece of furniture.

“I didn’t know you were back in town…” He whispered as he came closer to you, standing in front of you, watching you closely as you relocated the stool.

“Well, I got maybe a little too many calls from Principal Higgins, about how they had nobody to come and ‘save the arts’ and bla bla bla… So… yeah.” You tried to explain without getting into too much detail, eyeing the classroom that was in truely a deprovable state. “And I don’t know where to actually put the tables so it makes sense.” He hides a smile as he scratches the back of his neck, looking around.

“I’ll help.” He says as he starts heading into one of the high tables.

“You don’t have to.” You tell him as you grab a sheet of paper and start sketching a quick idea of the distribution, the pencil always rests on your right ear.

“I know. But if you actually give me an excuse to stop grading papers, you would actually be doing me a favour.” He says in a happy tone, as he rests his forearms on top of the table where your paper rested, his eyes looking deep into yours as you concentrated. His face relaxed as he watched you, and if he was being sincere, it didn’t surprise him.

“Okay, if I’m your excuse… Guess you can.” You answered absentmindedly, as your whole focus was on making sure that the little game of tetris made sense on the paper.

As you started moving boxes around, Steve’s head had a million questions that he couldn’t help but ask. He was shocked to see you again, and if you’re honest, you were quite embarrassed to be back here again.

“So what about New York?” He asked cheerfully, and regretted it when he saw how your mouth slightly opened and your eyes flinched at that.

“Well, New York will wait… I hope.” You whisper the final part, but he hears it nonetheless.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” You had to interrupt him. You could tell he was about to rumble away as he always did when he tried to fix things that remained unfixable.

“It’s alright Harrington. It’s just, that way” You point before getting more in depth, your voice rising above the squeals the tables make. “I’ve worked so hard, y’know? And I finally had, like my own space at a gallery and even if my work wasn't gonna be there, MoMa called back about the job interview and… I don’t know. I’ve still got the place in the gallery but now they won’t actually give me a space until late May…” You rumble away as the table is finally in its right place. “I just thought I had finally made it, I think…”

“You have. You’ve just got to wait now.” He reassures as he starts pushing the next table, his eyes had not left your face while you rumbled away, his full attention laid on you.

“I hate waiting.” You replay as the room finally is in shape. He pulls up the canvases and gives you a questioning look. “Between the cabinet and the wall there.” You point out, eyeing the whole room.

“I remember. You were always so…”

“Careful now.” You tease him as he tries to find a word to end his sentence.

“Impulsive?” You laughed as you crossed your arms, and he gave you a soft smile. You looked at him for once. It had been about five years since you left for New York, and yet he still looked the same. His hair had grown a bit, but it remained as messy as it always did. The glasses and bear were a new addition, one that made you get lost in him for a bit longer than you did before. You smile softly as you remember how many times you told him how good he’d look with a beard and he proves you right.

“Hey!” You scream back at him, as you both giggle and laugh. “You did overthink a lot.” That makes him chuckle as his arms crossed in front of his chest, and your eyes inevitably focus on his upper arms a bit.

“Still do, H '' He says, using the old nickname he once gave you. “You still make people call you that?”

“Miss.H?” You ask him, as you clean your things up, putting them neatly into your backpack so you can head back home. “Yeah, Hopper is way too close to dad.”

“Figured.” He smiles, an upside down smile that makes something deep inside you flutter ever so slightly. “You still in the cabin?”

“Yeah, he left for Cali with Joyce, and I just sorta bought it from him, you know… A big atelier…” He laughed softly with you, his face softening as he fixated on your movements.

“See, you might like being back.” He teases as he fixes his eyeglasses.

“Don’t push it Harrington.”

“Mr.Harrington now.” He finishes, making you both laugh.

January flew by.

And with it, your new routine settled quickly. You woke up with not that much time to spare before having to get the car to get in actual time to your first class. Funny enough, teaching wasn’t as bad as you remembered. Granted, the last time you taught you had spoiled upper-east side kids that thought that making an abstract painting was simply spilling paint into a big canvas, devoid of meaning. It deeply infuriated you.

Thankfully, this time around the kids seemed to actually be interested, and to actually want to learn what you tried to convey.

However, on this February morning, everything was going exactly as it wasn’t supposed to. To make matters worse, your car had given up and was now refusing to turn on. Frustrated and about to give up, you decide to call for help.

You were whispering to yourself, pickuppickuppickup, as the tones of the phone answered you.

“Good morning.” You struggled to hide a groan at his happy tone.

“Help?” You asked as your voice croaked, it being your first word of the day, besides a series of curses dedicated to your car.

“What do you need, H?” Steve's voice sounded worried now, and you scoffed in an attempt to make him relax.

“My stupid car has died. Can you come pick me up? Please? I’ll buy you dinner if you wanna, as a thank you.” You explain yourself as you hit the floor with your heavy boots. He could hear you doing so, just as you could hear him smile.

“Are you bribing me, bub?” He asks. You can feel your face warming up as you register the stupid pet name.

“Only if it is working.” You declare, receiving nothing but silence. “Is it working?”

“On my way.” He says before he hangs up.

Truth be told, you didn’t have to wait that long, but still, you managed to get lost in some sketches as you waited. So, when Steve found you, curled up on your house steps, head focused on whatever you were doodling, he could help but smile at you. Soft, kind and adoring smile. He stopped the car, and opened the door for you, a smirk on his face as you told him good morning stevie.

“You know, you’re the only one allowed to call me that.” He teases as he starts the car back up.

“Course I am.” You tease him back, slapping your thigh as a distraction from your yawning.

“Did you eat?” He asks, his eyes didn’t leave the road often, but he couldn’t help himself. You were on the passenger seat, hair falling in a calculated mess, and you scratching your eye made him melt a bit on the inside. So as soon as you shake your head no, he reaches on the center console, and gives you a little mug. You chuckle at that. “It’s coffee.” He explains. “I’ve got a croissant in my bag, you can have it.” He tells you, as your cheeks warm up, a pinkish tone invading them.

“You take your mugs into school?” You tease him as a way to say thank you. Taking it to your lips, leaning your head back as soon as you drink it.

“Yeah, you know… trying to take the plastic use down.” He explains, as he reaches for the same mug, your hands touching for a second. An electric feeling invading your skin for a moment. You watch him closely as his lips hit the white porcelain, you feel your lips tingle a bit. He looks closely at you as he hits a red light, handing the mug back at you. “Seriously, eat the croissant.” He insists, as you can’t hide your blushing skin anymore, and this time he does notice it, a smile appearing on his face.

“O-kay, but you’ll eat half of it, ‘kay?” You try to reason with him, as he tilts your head at you, a mocking stare. “C’mon, you know I don’t eat that much.” He nodded as his left hand changed the car gear.

“You’ll have to feed me though” He teased as his hands were now occupied, his face concentrated once again, as he closed distance with the school. He thinks you won’t, because if he’s honest, it will make him just as nervous as it will make you, having your hand that close to his lips. Not really sure what was going on, but you were in no rush to find out, you just enjoyed it. So his eyes opened a bit as he heard the cracking of the baked pastry on your hand. His head slightly turned to you as his eyes don’t leave the road. Your heart beating a bit harder as you closed distance, his lips kissing your fingers as he bites down.

When the car stops you share a look. An intimate moment while you too share the improvised breakfast, enjoying the stillness of this moment, the quiet and the sense of familiarity it itself held. You knew as much as he did, that you wished you could just stay there.

Two weeks had passed, and it became a routine.

He’d come and pick you up, he’ll bring two mugs of coffee, and you’d have some sort of quick breakfast for you both to eat on your way. You’d do your classes, he’d do his, and at the end of the day, he’d let you home and wish you a good night with a soft blink.

And with it, came two things.

Feelings that were left in the unknown, and a swarm of students that had seen you come together and started speculating about your relationship. That last part made you smile to yourself every time you overheard them speculate.

“Bethany saw them arriving together” “Trevor said he saw miss.H give mr.Harrington a kiss on the cheek.” “They left together yesterday”.

You told Steve about it as soon as you heard, and he laughed as hard as you did. So you did some pantomimes in front of some students, like a little inside joke. But if he was to be honest with himself, he liked messing with you. He likes spending time with you, and if it served him as an excuse to touch your hand, or let his hand rest on the small of your back more often, he was more than happy to do so. And then again, the same could be said by you. You probably didn’t need to touch his upper arm as often as you did, or tease him as much as you did, but still, you did because you liked his presence.

The last Period of the week came around, senior class. You knew you weren’t supposed to have favourites, but then again, you liked that they actually were curious about the world and asked all the right things.

You had some objects in each table and a simple phrase written on the blackboard. choose one.

They slowly did, as they came in, the usual hello miss.h! was followed by a chorus of what is this? that made you giggle inside. In one of the tables were some postcards, the following one had a collection of letters (with the signature hidden), the other one had some pictures of landscapes, and the final one had a lot of pictures that you had taken.

As all of your students had one in each hand, you placed yourself in the middle, all eyes on you, and a murmuring silence with unparalleled attention.

“Hello” You chirped happily, this might be your favourite assignment to date. “So, I’ll go straight to it, that okay?” You asked as you watched for your students to nod or say something, which they did. “Alright, so. You have different objects in your hands, and I’ll give you a month where you can work in this classroom and at your houses, okay? You’ll need to come up with a painting, sculpture, drawing… I don't care as long as it is original, inspired by what you are holding. I don’t care if the only thing that you produce is as big as a pencil sharpener, or as big as you are. I want you to actually be moved by what you produced, and to register the process. In other words, don’t get too stressed by the ending product, and just enjoy the process. Okay? We’ll work here and I’ll be here for any questions or anything you need, but, if you could actually you know, work? That would be lovely.” You heard your students giggle at that, and you smiled proudly at them, clapping your hands as you finished explaining the assignment. “Okay, let’s put on some music, yeah?” They all cheered happily as they headed for the stereo.

You truly didn’t need to stress with them. You knew what they were about to do, so you went back to the tables and gathered what they hadn’t selected, handling it all with care. And your heart stopped when you reached the letters and found the old post.it that Steve had once wrote. “I know I won’t remember in the morning, but I also know I won’t even shut up about that kiss” Embarrassed with that memory you held it in your hand as some of your students huddled to you.

“Miss.H?” The shortest of the three asked for your attention, and your slightly blushed cheeks looked up rapidly at them.

“Ye- Yes?” You muttered as you composed yourself.

“Will you do the assignment with us, like last time?” She asked again, and you smiled at them, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

“Do you guys want me to?” You asked, honesty evident in your voice.

“We love seeing your art, Miss.H.” The taller one now spoke.

“Ah, flattery.” You teased, as they giggled at your answer. “That will take you anywhere with me. Sure.”

“Great!” They cheered as they went back to their table, stopping suddenly when the door opened and Steve stood there.

You looked at him, forgetting for a second how good he looked today. That stupid blue shirt hugged his arms a bit too well, and the maroon pants complimented his thighs in a way that made your blood rush a bit too much. He had his 3 day beard again, and he just stood there, reclining his body onto your classroom threshold, asking with his look for a quick conversation. You walked over as you heard the girls chattering amongst themselves.

“What do you need?” You asked, a bit too casually, forgetting that you were actually the teachers and not just some friends in a bar.

“I told you this morning that my class had a test last period.” He sounded a little pissed off. And his eyebrow furrowed, as your hand reached your forehead, an apologetic look on your eyes.

“Shit, I forgot.” You whispered. Steve seemed to forget about it for a second, as he saw the little post-it in your hand. Grabbing your hand in a swift motion and opening it up. Your face was now as red as the new paint you bought.

You could see him reading the note and a smile appeared as he looked you up and down. He did remember writing it, years ago, on the night you left to New York. On the night he had been brave and told you everything he meant to tell you before. He had forgotten all about the test for a second.

“You still have this?” He asks, not really believing that you would still save such a silly bit of paper. Waving it in front of your face, his eyes seemed brighter all of a sudden

“Yeah…” You were in a loss for words, too embarrassed to actually say anything. He forgot for a moment that you were not alone, as he placed it back on the palm of your hand, and tucked a flock of hair behind your ear, his thumb slightly caressing your cheek, carefully, leaving a tray of warmth and goosebumps, in both your face and his fingers. “I’ll turn the music off.” You whisper, as your eyes get lost in his, momentarily getting lost on his pinkish lips.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah…” He whispered, lost on you. “Do you have plans tomorrow?” He had decided to be brave again.

“No.”

“Wanna get dinner tomorrow night?” He asks, his eyes shine at you, as you smile brighter.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great, then it's a date…” He said as he left, his eyes had shined as he looked back at your lips, and you didn’t quite believe it. A stupid daze evident on your face.

Robin had just got off the phone with Steve when you called, so her immediate reaction was to laugh when she saw your number, and you were left shocked about her laughing.

“What are you laughing for?” You demanded, a hint of anxiety evident in your voice.

“Loverboy just called me.” She laughed as she spoke.

“Steve?”

“Mmh.” She affirmed.

“Shit.” You both laughed at that, your hand reaching your forehead. “He told you already?” She made the same sound again, and you sighed as a response. “What did he say?”

“Oh, you know, that he had finally asked you out. And I just scolded him for not doing it sooner… I mean, I love you, but hearing you wailing about him for the last five years…”

“I didn’t wail…” You try to no avail to convince her, but she just scoffs at you. “Maybe a little.”

“Come on, you both have been in love with each other for so long… Just get on your nice dress, the black one, get a good coat and be ready, it’ll go fine.” She calmed you down, knowing exactly that that’s why you called, she wasted no time.

“I love you Robs.” You told her, with a wide smile on your face.

“I know, now, go. Don’t use me as an excuse.”

“Kay, bye.”

“Bye, lovergirl.” She giggles as she hangs up. Leaving you in the quiet of the cabin.

You did enjoy the silence, the quiet of the woods that surrendered you, but still, you opted to put on some music, just something to ease your brain from overrunning. Once again, Bowie’s voice filled the space, making it all easier, from dressing yourself up, to doing your hair, applying some makeup, and yes, taking a shot of your fathers hidden whiskey to ease the nerves.

He told you he’d pick you up, so the only thing left to do was wait.

You didn’t have to wait long anyway.

Though he wasn’t used to the feeling, he could recognise the nervousness energy that his body emanated.

Which is why he had called Robin in the first place, he wasn’t sure if he should wear the button down, the sweater… He was in a crisis, and obviously Robin had laughed her ass off. The only thing she had told him was to not shave, and he didn’t quite believe her when she told him that you had always liked how he looked with one.

So with five minutes to spare, he was in his backyard, well, not technically, he was invading Mss.Jackson’s so he could steal your favourite flower. Stupid as it may be, he’d known that it would make you smile, and Steve would make anything to see you smile again.

And he knew it was cheesy and a cliché, but as soon as he laid eyes on you, his heart seemed to skip a beat. Your body looked splendid with that little black dress, your legs covered with warm tights, and a coat that kept you warm. The thing that drove him crazier, was how your lips were now blood red, curling upwards as you locked eyes with him.

Then again, yours did the same.

You couldn’t help but take a second, just a moment to memorize him. Standing against his car, face slightly buried inside a small bouquet of wild flowers. Roses and dandelions. As stupid as it was, it made you feel heard and seen, him remembering that this combination was your favourite, not only that but, his white knit jumper made him look softer, it seemed to be a gateway to the old Steve. The one that had been in love with you and told you so before you left, the one you kissed as a final goodbye, the same one that left the note that you still carried on your wallet.

The date had passed by too fast. A conversation that didn’t ever end, not really, not even now, when the slight buzz of the wine was beginning to wear off, and you were standing up, outside your little house, smoking as you avoided saying goodbye.

“I truely can’t believe you smoke that crap.” He teases again, smiling down at you.

“Hey, sue me, I like them better than Newport’s.” You tease back, your eyes looking at the flowers that were still on his hand. He laughs at that, and a wisp of courage invades you for a second. “Do you want to come in? Put the flowers away?” You ask, softly, embarrassed about the fact that your skin is bright pink as you ask that, your hand scratching your upper arm. But the smile on his face relaxes you.

“I’d love to.” He admits, as he follows you inside. He watches you closely as the familiarity invades you. As soon as you open the door, you hang your coat on the hanger on the wall. Letting your cigarette rest softly in between your darken lips, he is mesmerized by you, and the easiness that you seem to radiate as you put your hair up. He chuckles as he sees you move so gracefully.

“What?” You ask, a soft tone accompanied by a shy smile comes out, looking up to his eyes, he seems to melt away once again.

“Nothing.” He laughs at your raised eyebrows. “You smoke inside now?” He teases, as he finally takes a look around.

“Steve, honey… I’m an artist and now a teacher… Yeah, I smoke inside.” You mock him a bit, and it makes the both of you try to stifle a chuckle to no success. The way your voice had said honey rings in his ears for a while.

He looks lost at the little cabin, afraid to even ask, he decides to just follow you around. You head into the little kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out a half empty bottle of white wine, a soft questioning look that is answered by a nod from him, you reach for two glasses, and you can’t help your lips from curling upwards as you see him getting a little empty glass jar and fills it up with water, letting the roses and dandelions rest there. You clink your glasses together before taking a sip, a stupid grin in both your faces. He looks around, the question evident in his expression.

“You wanna see the um… atelier?” You asks as you take another sip. He has become lost in you, and just nods as he follows you.

He’s mesmerized as soon as the light comes on. A neat mess in front of him, and your moving in the space with such grace he can’t tell what he likes better. You spinning around in your short dress or the colorfull paintings behind you.

He steps closer to you, your head slightly rested against your glass as you eye a canvas that hasn’t been finished yet, the one he presume you’ve been woring on before he came. He wasn’t wrong in that, just as he isn’t wrong in assuming that you’ve just had a revelation about it.

“Wanna tell me about it?” He asks, a whisper of a voice escaping his lips as he reclains against a wooden panel that was set up by two very unstable stools.

“S’nothing.” You mumbels as your eyebrows furrows a bit more, his silence lets you know he doesn’t believe you, though his titled head would have told you the same if you had looked at him. “Just, I thought that I was painting something else, now I see I wasn’t” You mutter, aware that it doesn’t make that much sense.

“I’m not sure I follow you, H” He says in return, wine going down his throat.

“Hold on.” You say, as you move closer to him.

His hearts beats faster for a second as he sees your decision in his eyes, confusing him in thinking that you were going to make a move, surprised when he sees you catch a small brush and the straight bottle of red paint. He watches you closely, and he can’t help himself but mutter “You’ll get your dress stained.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You smile, dropping the painton the floor, he watches closely as your hands reach over for an old overshired button up, you putt it on quickly, his mouth opens a little too much when he sees you taking the dress off, kicking it of the ground to him. “Good reflexes” You tease as he catches it on his free hand.

He’s brain can’t quiet compute the information. You look way too good right now. The look of determination on your eyes as you stare at the canvas, your tangled or maybe intricate would be a better word for the state of your bun, with flyaways framing your hair. Your legs still in the black tights, but thanks to that little wardrove change, he can now see the very beginning of your legs, and he is mesmerized for a little too long, not being able to focus on what you were actually doing, since his whole attention is set on the way you move, your presence, you.

Once you turn back to him, the roles diverse for a second. Maybe a bit more. He crouches forward, and you’re the one left starring. He had taken his jumper at some point, and he was now left with a tight grey shirt, his arms in full display, and with them so were his veins, that now appeared as he was holding the wine in one hand, and your dress in the other. Maybe what you liked best was the look of recognition on his eyes as he started at the canvas.

“Is that?”

“Yeah, you.” You finish, as he finally turns around. Even with your arms crossed against your chest, the distance between the both of you was small. If you or him made one step, not only your feet would be touching, but so will be your chest, you’d share the same air. And the electricity of the whole night seemed to be building up, your chest raising faster and faster as you looked up at him. Aware of him, close enough to see his freckles, to count them even if you fancied.

And just like if lighting had struck, he took a step forward, as soon as his glass reached the impromptu table and his body collapsed into yours, his eyes closed, waiting for your lips to touch, wich they did. Immediately, with a necessity that seemed to come from far before. His hands dropping your dress on the floor fastly as they traveled to your cheeks, pushing in closer to you, as your fingers found the back of his neck, grabbing his hair instictibly, needing him like air, or like water. A soft moan escaping your lips as he pressed harder into you, his hands travelling to your back, he needed you just as much as you needed him.

His belt was starting to bother him, and you were starting to feel the tingle between your legs, and you knew you had to stop, because if you didn’t, you would never want him to leave again.

As he pulled away you knew he had thought the same. Touching his forehead with yours as your fingers found its way to one another, intertwined.

“That was…”

“Yeah.” You agreed with him. “Stay?”

As his lips kissed the tip of your nose, you felt safe in his arms.

“I’m never leaving.” He reassured you.

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closeness | Steve Harrington x reader

summary you're Hopper's daughter and after the events of the Starcourt mall, and him being pressumed dead, you deal with guilt and grieve, for better or worse, your best friend Steve is dealing with the same thing.

word count: 3.9k (first steve fic i post hope u like it)

warnings fem!reader, angst! (kinda a lot I was in a mood), fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn bestfriends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, sharing a bed trope, it has some pretty negative self talk and allusion to an anxiety attack...so yeah. english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!!

The nights have been lonely lately.

You did have the option to go far away and escape this town, but when the time came, you were incapable of doing so.

Here, everything reminded, echoed in a way your father. So it came to no surprise that you stayed back, and Jane had left.

And yes, of course saying goodbye hurt like a bitch and opened up all types of wounds that you had stitched together, but, you had to. She would be safer in California, miles and miles away from this god-forsaken town.

And yes, the weather didn’t help. Late November and the cabin was surrounded by snow, cold and quiet. Nothing else but you. Not even the usual chirping of birds that accompanied you throughout spring and autumn were here anymore. So you felt that, alone.

You knew you weren’t actually alone, but having to ask for help or company felt like a chore that you had no energy to complete, so you rested there. In the middle of your living room, with the fire barely hanging on, the T.V turned off, and no lights shining onto you. It’s not like you liked the darkness, or that it didn’t bother you, you just wanted to lay in it and its familiarity. Swallowed by it almost.

No chatty banter with him. Not even the smell of his gross cooking filling the air. You hadn’t cooked in your kitchen for months.

It was expected. Everybody told you that grief is a process and that you can’t rush through it, but… You didn’t feel like that.

You felt as if all the grief that you felt for him was just all the love you still have for him, that you didn’t get to express, or show and don’t know where to really put it now. Robin suggested getting a dog, and you did laugh at the idea, not because you found it ridiculous or weird, but because you were struggling to take care of yourself, how could you ever take care of another living thing?

You were spiraling pretty bad, and you did want to call someone, anyone really. It didn’t matter as long as they could hold you and tell you that you weren’t insane for holding onto hope, or believing that maybe he was really alive, or that it was okay not to be okay, that you would get through it and that you are still deserving of love and affection. But you didn’t want to burden anyone.

Though his name came into your mind.

As a whisper almost.

And as fate had it, the phone started to ring, pulling you away from that circle of self-doubt or self-hate? You weren’t even sure anymore.

So you stand up, pulling yourself together, wiping the tears that started to form in your eyes but hadn’t had the courage to jump out of them. You picked it up, waiting to hear someone’s voice.

“Hello?” Your voice cracked, you hadn’t spoken in what felt like days.

“Hey Hopper, it’s me.” You winced as you heard your father’s last name, but a soft smile contradicted it, it was Steve’s voice after all.

“Hey Steve…” You whispered, really trying to hold yourself together now. “Um… what… what’d you want?” You said as you failed to stop the last tear from dropping.

“I was just checking in… Hadn’t heard from you in a while…” He admits, his voice soft-spoken and calm, you could feel his eyebrows raising and furrowing in his forehead.

“You called me yesterday…” You said, with a chuckle, trying to hide the fact that you were about to break down and cry.

“Yeah, well… Something told me you…” He stopped for a second. Your hand grabbing your cheeks tight, hoping that if you had enough strength you would stop crying and would be able to have a normal conversation, not worrying him. “Hey…” He said softly, with a whisper of a voice. “Were you- are you crying?” That was enough for you to actually fall to your knees, hugging yourself as you crumbled.

“Yeah…” You manage to say, not being able to say anything else, whimpers and fast breathing invading your body.

“Be there in five.” His voice said, not mean, but harsh. Decided, and yes, worried.

You tried to say anything to him, something that would make him not worry and not come over here, but it was useless, he had already hung up.

And you just laid there, in your hard-wood floors, trying to hold your body as you searched for comfort, not really sure if you had the strength to get back up.

It was all my fault. Itwas all my fault. Itwasall my fault. Itwasallmy fault. Itwasallmyfault.

Your brain screams at you as you remember your father going down, and Joyce’s face when she had to tell you.

You don’t know how long it took, or for that matter, how long you had stayed clawing your floor trying to composure yourself. But Steve came through the door.

He came directly to you and said nothing. He just held you, as you just wept. Eternally grateful for him, but at the same time, incredibly embarrassed that he had to see you like that.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to whisper, your voice higher than ever before, your eyes burning from the tears.

You felt the grip of his fingers grow deeper into your skin.

“Don’t be.” He said, as he played with your hair. “I’m here.” He remained you.

You nodded, and let your body relax at those words, your head hitting his chest, him just holding you more and more tightly, reassuring you, comforting you.

“You’re staying at mine from now on.” He declares. His voice, serious, and clear. He grabbed your face, cupping it in between his hands. “You don’t bother. You need to get out of here. And I want you there, okay?” He answers before you can even say nothing to him. You nod, with a shy thank you smile. He nodded as he left a kiss in the crown of your head.

He stayed in the ground with you until your breathing returned to normal, and you could actually talk without hiccups. He had no rush in making sure you were okay.

Once you were capable of standing up, he guided you to the sofa, and made you wait there, as he went into your room and packed the essentials. He told you when you tried to tell him off, that he knew it would be easier if he did it now. That you could come tomorrow and grab what you actually wanted or needed. And yeah, he was right. Because he always is when it comes to you.

“D’you need anything?” You ask as you see him getting ready to leave.

“Oh um… No, think we’re good.” He says as he scans the fridge once again. Coffee pot still hot.

You give him one of your funny looks, judging him as he runs his fingers through his hair. You leave your chair and walk right next to him, as you eye the mostly empty fridge, his hand still holding the door.

“Dude, do you really wanna have soup for dinner, again?” You ask him, eyebrows lifted, sarcasm in your voice.

“Well, no. Not really.” He admits, closing the door. Walking back to his mug, raising it to his lips. “But you don’t have to go and get anything, I can do it.” He says, eyes lost on the maroon liquid.

“Oh, c’mon. I’m the one invading your house, let me do something!” You demand of him, almost begging.

He nods as he leaves to grab his brown worn-out jacket. Your eyes are set on him, the way he moves, ever so easily, confident in everything he does, even if that is just his routine, you’re amazed by the way his arms glide through the sleeves, and how his head lifts up, hair bouncing, defying gravity all the same.

His eyes meet yours for just a second.

“You don’t have to do anything in return you know? I like having you around.” He reassures you. Hands in his pocket, you nod with a polite smile back. He copies your body language, relaxed. “Be back at 8, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

Even if he isn’t conscient of it, you catch him muttering under his breath as the entrance door opens.

“I always worry ‘bout you.”

Be as it may, it makes you smile. Not really sure why it would, it still does.

So as you lay in his kitchen, you begin to do what you’ve taken as your routine since he invaded you to live in his house a few weeks ago. You clean the dishes from the night before, and sort out what needs to be sorted out. Laundry and bathroom today.

You spend a quiet morning doing so, not haunted my memories, not a devastating inner monologue, just that. Stillness and calmness. And it seems as though the weather accompanies you today, with an unusually warm sunlight that crawls through the windows, a promise that today won’t be as freezing as the rest of December has been.

So you decide that today’s a good day to walk around Hawkins.

You’ve been borrowing his old walkman, with the stuck mix-tape that Dustin had gifted him god knows when. You put his headphones on your head, and as you press play, you move through his empty house, crawling to the bedroom that he had for visitors. And you do find yourself thinking how strange it is, such a big house, and yet it’s always empty except for him. An absent father, and an out-of-the-map mother.

Maybe he needed your company just as much as you needed his.

You smile to yourself at that thought, and how perfect it would be if that was the case.

When you look at the mirror, you feel as if you're missing something, not quite sure what it might be, you spin around your room, walls still white, you spot a vivid yellow jumper on your floor. So you grab it and put it on, smelling Steve as it lays on top of your body, you’re ready to leave.

“Thank you” He muttered as he finished his last bite. You had decided to eat on the couch, eyes darted at the T.V.

“Don’t mention it.” You say as you let your plate rest on the coffee table, grabbing your cup of water in the same motion. “I should be thanking you”

“What for?” He demands, looking at you through his brows, unsure.

“Letting me stay here. Y’know, everything…” You let out, avoiding his gaze as you darted around the room.

“How long have we known each other?” He asks all of a sudden, his left hand stroking his face as his eyes finally connect to yours, shocked in response to his question.

“I dunno, seems like I knew you since I was born” You say, sincerely, your face and body relaxing at him, as his right hand readjust a wisp of your hair that wasn’t quite in place.

“Exactly. So stop bullshiting me!” He exclaims. You flinch in show of his response, not really sure what to do next, he readjusts himself. Leg climbing up the sofa, his arm resting in it. Pulling closer to you. “I’ve known you my whole life, so please, please don’t lie to me.” He begs, as one of his hands catches yours, in a plea of sincerity and vulnerability.

“I’m not…” You try to say, as you catch your voice barely coming out of your body, tears bubbling up as your vision gets blurry. A feeling of heaviness invading your chest. Your hand that rested free on the back of the couch is now wiping the beginnings of the tears away, your mouth tasting salty already.

“But… You are… You can tell me…” He whispers back, the grip he has in your hand growing stronger, his eyes shooting compassion and begging for you to trust in him, to let yourself be seen by him.

“I just… It’s my fault…” You mutter, as you finally let your walls down, crumbling down, not physically, but you could feel the silent tears not waiting for you to wipe them, as they escape with no order.

“It wasn’t.” He answers back.

“It feels like it…” Your voice barely audible, you see his head getting closer so he could hear you.

“I know it does, but everything that happened… Yeah, it sucks but… Y’know, you’re alive.” Your face flinches at that, yes you are alive but for all that it’s worth, he isn’t and if you had to put words into what you were actually feeling it would be survivors guilt. “And you deserve to be…” He finishes, with his free hand, he pushes hair away from your face, and leaves it there, in the back of it, stroking your hair, hoping he can give you some sort of reassurance. He does.

“I don't… Not more than he did…” You try to argue. To no avail, you can see Steve crumbling down, his body moving closer to you now, holding your gaze up to meet his eyes.

“I think he would think otherwise.” He tells you, as his thumb wipes some of the tears away, soft eyes looking at you, with a sideways smile.

“Yeah, and he’d be a dick about it..” You whisper, making you both laugh.

“Oh absolutely he would.” He says, laying your head in his shoulder, as he rests his head on yours, holding you sideways.

Intimacy growing between the both of you, you enjoy that moment of stillness and quiet.

You usually weren’t able to fall asleep until later in the night, meaning that usually, the sun could be seen waking up when you went down, finding comfort in knowing that sunshine was coming.

So, as a consequence, you had a habit of saying goodnight to Steve at around ten o’clock at night, when he went upstairs to his bed. You would catch one of the books that his father had laying about and bring it with you, in the room next to him, sharing nothing else but quiet and a wall.

So you sat down, back to the wall, resting on top of the comfortable and cold bed. Having decided to finally read Pride & Prejudice, you moved your hair out of your way, pulling it up in a ponytail. Still wearing Steve’s yellow sweater, you removed your pants, resting the book in your bare legs, you started to read.

Before you knew it, you were immersed in it, reading.

“Chapter 12

In consequence of an agreement between the sisters, Elizabeth wrote the next morning to their mother, to beg that the carriage might be sent for them in the course of the day. But Mrs. Bennet, who had calculated on her daughters remaining at Netherfield till the following Tuesday, which would exactly finish Jane’s week, could not bring herself to receive them with pleasure before. Her answer, therefore, was not propitious, at least not to Elizabeth’s wishes, for she was impatient to get home…”

Steve’s screaming snapped you out of the world you had immersed yourself in.

You dropped the book and were rapidly moving across your room, opening his door wide. You find him, his head resting in his hand, chest moving rapidly as he had trouble breathing. His eyes move at you for a moment, though he wants to, and you can tell, he’s not capable of saying anything to you.

So you don’t say anything.

Nor did you think about what you were doing.

Your body just found its way to his, holding him, just like he had hours before. You could feel him leaning his weight into you, his body exhausted and crumbling into yours, so you did what he did for you. You held him, no questions asked. No demands.

His chest, you could see, was back to its normal rhythm, though you had become distracted by the fact that he wasn’t wearing any shirt or nothing to that matter, but some old pyjama pants.

His head rested in your shoulder this time, and his lips whispered into your ear, so soft and so deep that it sent tingles to your whole body as he spoke.

“I’m better… I…”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me…” You finish for him, as your hand finds itself lost into his hair, something that you never dared to do before.

You could feel him smiling, as he nodded, hair tickling your cheek as he did so. The warmth between the two of you growing, with a need of touch that you both had met in this moment.

“I don’t have to leave if you don’t want me to.” You whisper to him. Your head looking down at him, his brown eyes were still shining, even at the dead of night. But then again, they always did when he looked at you.

So, with no words needed, he opened his side of the blanket and you crawled inside. His body was holding you tight, just as you did to him. Your head in his chest, his hands in your hair. You hadn’t slept that quickly or comfortably in a long time. And neither had he.

It became a routine.

Nighttime fell on the Harrignton household, and he would head upstairs first, you would follow his steps half an hour later, book in hand. He would rest his head on your chest covered by one of his old shirts while you read. Once you felt his body relax, you would close the book and let him hold you, the nightstand light turned off.

He woke up first, and he would always leave a sleepy kiss on your shoulder while he mumbled a good morning. He’d go down and you would creep out of the sheets when the smell of coffee travelled its way to you.

And you would share a quiet morning.

It felt nice. It felt good. It felt right.

But you could also tell that it was screwing with your head.

You had caught his hands caressing your skin more and more lately, and the places he touched would burn with a strange mix of desire and need, expressing themselves in warmth. You saw his eyes darting to your lips when you were speaking to him. His going-out-to-work hugs would last more and more, and they left no space between your bodies.

You weren’t free of guilt either.

Your hands now had the habit of searching for him in the middle of the night. Your lips searched for his shoulder to leave a kiss on them every time he turned around in his sleep, craving to hear him let a soft moan out. And everytime he was standing in the kitchen you would hug him from behind, your arms holding tight as your hands played with his shirt.

You realized in the middle of the day, that you were indeed falling madly in love with him.

So, on that night, when he came home, you looked at him like you never had before.

Your breath got caught up for a second too long. Your eyes shined bright every time you dared to look back at him. Your cheeks grew pink and warm when he hugged you as soon as he came from outside, even if his clothes were cold, you didn’t feel it, your body burning up in new discovered feelings.

You grew nervous and fidgety, craving his closeness. Feeling somehow guilty of what your heart felt, scared shitless of what this all could mean.

And you didn’t know this, but he was just as nervous this evening.

So when he caught you picking at your skin, he didn’t warn you before grabbing your hand.

You were once again in his bed. Book closed in your chest. His face close to yours, his eyes looking softly at you, begging for you to say what was on your mind, his lips slightly parted.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice sounded tired, as if he had been but a moment away from falling asleep. As he grabbed the ends of your fingers, you saw how truely close his lips were to them. When he saw you growing quiet, staring at him with doe-like eyes, he pulled himself closer to you. Your body is completely touching him.

“C’mon, you can tell me… I.. I’m here…I’m your friend…”

You let out a soft laughter, and didn’t really think before speaking.

“But you're not…” You whisper to him. His eyes take offence at this, his body moving forwards from you as you tell him that.

“What do you mean?” He begged, his voice barely audible, but broken.

“Friends don’t do this… Steve I…” You were getting flustered, his hands still wrapped around your fingers.

“Whaddumean?” He asked, all in one phrase.

“Friends don’t… This!” You say as you point at both of you, he shaked his head, not really following you. “Friends don’t sleep together, they don’t cuddle, they don’t kiss you good morning and good night, they don’t…” You can see him getting slightly offended at the words that you're saying to him.

“Look, you can’t leave! You were the one that said that-” You had to cut him off. You didn’t like him getting flustered or mad about something that was not what you meant.

“I don’t wanna leave! I want to stay like this! I want… you” You say, your eyes completely sincere, your shoulders relaxed, begging him to understand what you were trying to say to him without actually having to say it outloud.

“Then what do you mean we’re not…” He’s getting frustrated, hands in his hair, scratching in anger, in misunderstanding.

“Goddammit Steve!” You yell to him, throwing the blanket off of you, to his body. Your chest goes up and down rapidly. “I love you!” You yell to him, your cheeks warm and red, tears of nervousness in the corners of your eyes.

“I love you too but… I don’t- I’m not following.” He said, in his most honest, lost voice. His body closer to yours again, begging to understand what was going on.

“Steve…” You whisper. “I… I mean, that, I’m in love with you…”

As soon as your words reach him, you can see the way the light lights up in his head, as he understands what you mean. So he does what he’s been dreaming about for so long.

His left hand grabs your cheek, and as your eyes meet, he holds you like this for a moment, foreheads touching, both of your eyes closing. Your heart is beating faster than ever. And he finally closes the distance.

Your lips finally touch. In need to finally feel the way he feels, his other hand getting lost in the back of your neck, playing with your hair, as he holds you closer and closer. No rush between you, your arms hold him, getting lost in the back of his neck. Needing him like you’ve never needed him before. Your tongues touch as the kiss deepens. You're both smiling as you do so.

“I guess we’re not friends.” He whispers an inch away from your lips, kissing you again. Making you laugh in between kisses.

“I guess not.” You say as you continue. Kissing him. His lips. His neck. Messing with his hair as much as you can, enjoying the way his body fitted against yours.

“I’m in love with you too.” He admits later in the night, as he spoons you, whispering it in your ear, as he turns you around to kiss you again.

You didn’t sleep that night, for a good reason this time.

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hey, angel | steve harrington x reader

summary you're new in town, and even if he doesn't really know who you are, Steve's got a crush on you.

word count: 2.9k

warnings fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn strangers to lovers, idiots in love!!!, mentions of beer and cigarette use, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!!

Steve had seen you from afar a couple of times.

Not enough for him to have some courage and actually ask you, or in that manner, speak to you at all. He just watched you. Observed.

And in his head, he created a million scenarios where he actually had the courage to talk to you, learn how you’re called, or how you liked to be, learn about your day, your life. But he never actually did, he resigned to let you be a stranger in his world.

He didn’t mind, he told himself over and over again. But everytime your paths would cross, at the grocery store, at an empty parking lot, or that time that he swears your head had nodded in his direction as you were walking a dog, he would daydream about you, and everytime, he had more thoughts about you.

Who could blame him? An enigma so wonderful as yourself. A new face in a town where everybody knew each other, you truly were a breath of fresh air.

And even if he asked about you, nobody seemed to know what he was talking about. You didn’t go to High School, so he couldn’t get Dustin to find out anything about you. You still had to rent a movie, so he could even know what you liked to watch. You didn’t go to any basketball games so nobody actually could pinpoint exactly who you were.

And on a day like this, Steve felt like he had lost pieces of a puzzle that didn’t quite fit yet.

So he resigned as he usually did when his head got dizzy with the idea of you, as it usually did lately. And tried -tried being the keyword- to keep you out of his mind, focusing his whole body and mind into doing whatever task his job or Robin required of him.

So he listened to a rambling Robin while he still had flashes of you in his mind.

“...And you know, then I impregnated that penguin as our Lord and Saviour Michaelangelo saved the earth once again..” She said as she looked closely at him, his head reacting to her last words.

“What?” He exclaimed, not following at all what had been going on.

“Where were you? I’ve been talking to you for the past fifteen minutes and you haven’t heard a word of what I said to you!” She demanded him, not angrily, her tone more of a teasing nature.

“I… What do you mean? I was right here Robin, it’s not my fault if what you’re talking about makes no sense at all.” He snapped back, defensively, trying to cover for himself.

“It did make sense for the first five!” She whined back to him, her hands giving in defeat. “You’re like, consumed with something else entirely.” She reasoned with him, eyes questioning him. “Oh my god, have you been possessed?” She teased, touching his forehead searching for heat or a fever.

“Fuck off Buckley…” He said back, with a soft smile and laugh. “I.. I dunno, was just thinking…”

“About…?” She tried to get more information, rotating her hands in a pleading way to actually understand him.

“S’nothing.” He scoffed off, moving his hands back to the pile of unsorted tapes.

“Oh…” She said suggestibly. “Mystery girl, huh?” She teased once again.

“I.. No I…” He tried to bargain to no avail, her brows moving up and down having clocked him. “Yeah..” He resigned, his shoulders falling down.

“Why are you so obsessed with this girl? Honestly it’s unlike you, y’know you had Donna, and Holly and-” He cut her off before she could list more girls in her fingers.

“Yeah well… She’s just, I dunno. I mean I don’t know what she is ‘cus I’ve never actually talked to her, have I?” He spit out on a nervous impulse, not being able to really control his temper. It did always get the best of him, though Robin had learned that it had nothing to do with her.

“Well, maybe talk to her next time. You know, charm her?” She continued with her ironic tone, imitating Steve playing with his hair.

“Very funny.” He added, with a genuine smile on his face, grabbing the pile and turning around to the front of the store, just in the exact time.

You were walking outside of Family Video, headphones on, and that big brown musty dog leading your way. He looked at the way your hair moved as you walked by, in pure amusement of how your curls seemed to bounce, in his eyes they did so in slow motion. You had let him in awe once again, and he had a flurry of questions in his head again.

Was that dog yours? Did you call him something stupid like shadow, some pun like dogzilla or maybe just a blunt david? What were you listening to? Where were you going?

Robin saw him and resorted to laugh to herself, seeing as his best friend was developing a fast crush on you.

Steve’s brain blew up when you stopped to have what seemed like a quick hey how you been chat with one of Eddie’s friends.

It had been a while since he last caught sight of you, and for once you hadn’t been eating away his thoughts.

So much so he hadn’t asked anyone else about you. Not that he had to, everyone that was close to him knew about Mystery Girl. Teasing him relentlessly for crushing on someone that he didn’t even know the name of.

He was outside of Hawkins High, not to visit, not to watch a basketball game, but to pick Robin so they could start their noon shift. And as always, he spent time with Eddie and Dustin waiting for her to finish her band practice. The three of them were chatting nonsense huddled up next to the long haired boy’s van. Since everything that happened, he had become a natural addition to the group, another babysitter to the launch club, and one more of the fantastic four, as the kids called them.

Eddie was talking about how they absolutely had to go to Indianapolis and go to a Rocky Horror watching party, mumbling away about how it was gonna become a cult classic and how they had to partake in a historic moment, and Steve would only agree if he actually paid for gas for once.

So of course, he did not expect you there. Not at all.

Least of all, he didn’t expect you to push him aside politely, giving him a soft smile as you touched his arm, as you glanced at Eddie all in the same graceful gesture.

His eyes widened as he realized that it was your hand that had touched him, and that he was actually close to you. That he could actually see your hair bouncing up-close. Listen to your voice and the way your lips moved as you spoke. He was so amused he almost forgot to breathe, shocked in such a deep way that he had no voice for as long as you were there.

“Um, sorry.” You mumbled to him, smiling back at Eddie. “Hey Edds.” You said, with a familiarity and warmness to your voice. So sweet Steve could melt.

“Hey angel.” He replied, messing your hair a bit, making your hand play with it as you fixed it. “Interview go okay?” He asked, as Steve's brain stored all the information he could. Dustin watching his older friend speechless and not really understanding his reaction.

“Yeah, think so! Arts and Craft teacher by day, bartender by night.” You say triumphantly as you giggle, nudging Eddie in his upper arm.

“That’s awesome, you’ll get it, they’ll call.” You nodded with a smile. “You working tonight?” he asked you back, with his eyebrows raised.

“Nah, switched with Nick. Tomorrow.” You told him as your hands slid to your jeans backpocket, Steve’s eyes trying to not take notice of it. “You playing, yeah?” You asked Eddie.

“You know it.”

“Dope.” You smiled. “Need a ride, you leaving?” You asked Eddie, pointing at his van. He nodded and he tossed his keys to you.

“Grab what you need, angel, I’ll say goodbye.” He winked at you. You nodded, and turned back. Looking at Steve for a brief moment. And finally seeing Dustin.

“Hey Dustin.” You said, in a way of saying both hello and goodbye, ruffling with his hair. Familiarity in your voice and gesture.

“Hey angel.” He replayed, a smile on his face.

“You’ll come tomorrow? Eddie told me you're learning the whole technical shit for gigs.”

“Yeah, if I find a ride.” He says, eyeing Steve sideways, his hip hitting him slightly, his eyes still lost onto you. You smile at him as you give a slight nod.

“Then, I’ll guess I’ll see you both tomorrow. Bye guys!” You cheered as you went over to the other side of the van, opening the passengers side and locking it, looking for some of Eddie’s cigarettes and not really listening to anything that was going outside, though you could see it.

“You okay Harrignton?” Eddie asked him, as his eyes left you and turned back to him.

Steve had only one thing in his mind. angel. They’ve called you angel, and you might as well be one, voice so sweet you could fool Saint Peter, he thought.

“Howdoya- how…” He cleaned his own throat. Looking directly to the ground, still trying to process everything he had just seen. “How do you… um know her?” He mumbled his words in a way that neither of the two boys have ever seen before.

“What, angel?” Dustin asks back rhetorically, his head slightly to the right as he looks up at Steve.

“Is that her name?” He managed to say all in one breath.

“Well no, that’s just what we call her. I mean, everybody at The Hideout does.” Eddie answers, absentmindedly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“The Hideout!?” Steve yells as the puzzle comes together. “She works at The Hideout?!” He screams once again, ruffling his hair as he does.

“Dude, why are you freaking out?” Dustin tells him, slapping him in his stomach, making his eyes connect again.

“Oh… OH!” Eddie yelled, as realization came to him. “That’s her? angel?” He asked incredulously, giggling as he began to tease Steve again.

“Mystery Girl…” Dustin whispered, as his eyes widened. A grin showed in his face as he readjusted his hat.

“I think you’ve got a ride for tomorrow Henderson…” Eddie added with a soft smile, nudging Steve in his chest while he stood there, eyes still fixated on the ground, processing the fact that not only had he heard your voice, not only were you seated in the van in front of him, looking at him, but he was going to see you the next day.

Steve had been anxiously playing with the end of his jacket for the past thiry minutes. Nerves he kept telling himself.

Eddie and Dustin didn’t loose any time, sneaking in the back door and opening up the van so they could start to set everything up. He was useless in assembling whatever they were talking about, so he didn’t really know what to do. Eddie teased him, of course he did. He kept telling him to just walk inside and sit in the bar, maybe he’ll get lucky.

So when Steve finally walked into the backdoor, with Dustin an Eddie leading the way, his mouth opened when he saw you up the ladder. Your hair wild, falling down gracefully, and your legs in such a way that he couldn’t help but see all of you, incredible, beautiful you. He could feel the warmth in his cheeks as Eddie teased him, pushing him forwards pleading for him to talk to you. But he didn’t. He helped them get the stuff out of Eddie’s van and then sat patiently at the bar, staring at you with dreamy eyes and a soft smile.

“Be with you in a sec!” You shouted, throwing a look at him over your shoulder. Still cleaning the higher shelves.

“No rush. Don’t want you to fall…” You smiled politely at that. And even if you didn’t realize it as you did, you rushed down to meet his eyes.

“You can’t be thirsty. What do you want, Harrington?” You asked him, nodding to him, his face shocked at the way your lips said his name.

“I uh… beer will be fine.” Steve struggled to speak as he didn’t quite understand how or why you knew his name. As you nodded and walked over to grab a glass you could feel his curious stare in the back of your body. He truly was hypnotized by you.

“Draft or bottle.”

“Bottle.” You nodded as you handed it to him, your fingers touching for a moment. “How do you uh…”

“Your name?” He nodded in response, at which you couldn’t help but laugh. “C’mon, Dustin idolizes you, he may work-ship Eds, but… He won’t shut up about his best friend… I mean, I did find it weird that y’know, your best friend with a child, but once you get to know him…” You whisper, looking at a smiling Dustin, helping and learning as much as he can about this side of the music production.

“He does?” He asked, a shy smile appearing in his face, a bit of pride shining through him.

“Yeah.” You say looking back at him.

As Steve took the first sip from the bottle, his eyes got lost on your face, bright as you looked at the little kid, tucking a flyaway hair behind your ear as you started to clean the bar again.

The music was way too loud. The normal quiet bar was now full of drunken older men, and some teenagers that knew they could get served here. Steve was still there, looking at you, worried at the speed that you were doing it all, he could see your hands shaking with stress and your eyes bright with tiredness, about to cry.

What was worse, the whole bar was calling you left and right, which is why you never told them your real name, but angel, was always there, to the rescue.

“Hey angel” Bruce, the regular screamed at you as he raised his empty beer bottle.

“angel another one, please?” Troy, the barely legal blonde boy begged with a nod.

“angel, you need to get it together.” Dave, your boss whispered to you.

“Hey angel! get me one of those?” Mary, Bruce’s wife pleaded as she pointed at one of the seltzers you had on display.

“angel, seriously, take a break!” Dave said once again, seeing as you were about to lose it.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You finally snapped when you heard his voice, emerging from the rude and demanding ones, his was calm and worried, so naturally, you nodded at him, while you were bitting your lower lip trying to hold back tears. Steve had his hand on top of your, begging for you to stop. Your eyes connected. He could tell you were having a hard night.

With a look, he begged you to please take a break, so you nodded in response.

“Dave! I’m taking five, okay?” You begged, as your manager smiled and nodded at you.

“Finally! Get some air will ya?” He snapped back, giving you an almost empty pack of cigarettes.

Your hand reached for them, and Steve looked at you worried. So when you felt him starring, you turned back to smile at him, you nod at the back and he stands up, rushing to follow you, a moment of peace.

He almost ran over everyone to do so.

As Steve got there, he saw you nervously trying to light your lighter, hands shaking and the nerves getting the best of you, your eyes were beginning to crystalize, anger or anxiety, you weren’t sure.

“I got it…” He whispered as he got close to you, his eyes looking down as he took the lighter out of your hands, skin left burning once his fingers left yours. “I got it…” He said again, his eyes completely lost on your lips, pursed against the cigarette.

You inhaled the smoke, and the heel of your hand kissed your eye, the wave of calmness bringing the stress away slowly.

“Thank you…” You manage to whisper, realizing how close he actually was, as his left thumb caressed your cheek, making you blush, just as much as he was.

You could see that he was nervous too, his chest moving up and down quickly, his eyes lost on your lips, yours locked in his eyes. Steve had found himself lost at the way smoke scaped your lips, and he didn’t even realize that his hand had found itself on your waist, he also didn’t see that you were pulling in closer, or that you free hand was resting in his arm.

“Are you- um.. okay?” He asked, slowly, careful to not bother you.

“Yeah, I…” You weren’t able to finish. You needed to kiss him. You had to.

So, when you did, and your lips touched for the first time, what was left of what you were smoking fell to the ground, as your arms hugged him, pulling him close, your hands lost on the back of his neck and hair. And, as surprised as Steve was, he held you even closer, his hands on the small if your back, trying to remember everything about the moment.

The way you felt, the way your lips moved at the same time, or how you slowly bit his lower lip, pulling away with a smile and a soft laugh.

In that moment you both knew, he was yours, and you were his.

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roses and dandelions | steve harrington x reader -part 2-

summary you're Hopper's daughter as soon as you could you moved far from Hawkins, some years later you come back to teach at the High School, and you find Steve Harrington has become the new History teacher.

THIS IS PART TWO! you don't need to read part 1 but... just know, stablished realtionship on this one <3

word count: 4.6k

warnings fem!reader, fluff (like a lot of it), comfort, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn bestfriends to lovers, idiots in love!!!. smut mdni (p in v, unprotected sex, oral fem receiving, general heavy petting and kissing, idk if im leaving anything out, please let me know!) teacher!steve AU!!!!, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!!

It was truly blissful.

Somehow, it felt like it was always supposed to happen, but then again, you were getting ahead of yourself. Sure, having your hopes up was unavoidable, but regardless, you didn’t care at all. Being tangled in between his sheets felt warmer somehow, feeling intoxicated by his cologne which was everywhere, on the pillow, on his clothes that he let you borrow, and in his hair. You smelled him every time you closed your eyes, and it made you smile, knowing that even if he wasn’t here, he was with you regardless.

On days like this, when you only had one class late on the day, he left early, and let you sleep. And he did the same thing every time, even if you were unaware of it. He would wake up slowly, trying his hardest to not wake you up. Though you did hear his morning showers muted by the wall that separated his bedroom, you could still make out what song he decided to sing that morning, even when you were deep in your sleep, his voice always found a way to infiltrate your dreams somehow. When he came back to the room, hair still wet, he’d dress himself up, all the while looking down at your figure, soft skin peeking out of the blankets and sheets, he’d left a soft kiss on your shoulder, or cheek or whatever he could do so without interrupting you. He loved seeing you there, peaceful, asleep, untroubled. He’d smile as he left the room, happily humming the tune he had sung before as he went to get his morning coffee before he finally left.

Lazily you left the bed, pulling the sheets up in an intention of making the bed look nicer somehow. Your hair still tangled from last night, you brushed it out in front of the bathroom mirror. Flashbacks of last night's activities rushing through you as you looked at your body, your heart racing as you scrubbed it over with soap and hot water, as you hum a pretty melody in the shower.

Your wet hair wrapped in a towel, you dress yourself up not really thinking about it, enjoy the slow start of the day, and smile to yourself as you see the coffee pot full with a little post-it note “I’ll see you in a couple hours, it should still be hot when you wake up. S”

“Miss H?” an unsure voice spoke up, interrupting the five minutes of quiet you managed to have.

“Yes?”

“Can you come over? I fuc… I messed up.” The little boy corrects himself once he sees your brow furrowing for a second. You nod as you leave your table, standing beside him.

“What’s up?” You say as you look down at his painting, splotches of colour on the table and his hands.

“I uh… huh.” He chuckles as he points at the mudded area. “I don’t know how that happened.” A sense of calmness emanating from you, making his shoulder relax in an instant.

“Ah” You let out. “That’s an easy fix.” You reassure him, hand leaving his shoulder as you reach for the end of your shirt, whipping some of the paint away, his lips opening in shock. “Trust me…” You remind him, as you smile. “I’m the teacher, remember?” He nods as he stays there, watching closely. “So, in the future, if you want a bright colour, respect the value of the canvas, and don’t abuse the white paint, okay? That’s what made it look all so… Um…”

“Fucked up?” He mutters as his shoulders shrug, you eye him trying to hide a laugh.

“Language.”

“Sorry.”

“But yeah, that.” You fix the area fast, happy to do so, and with an excited stare following your movements closely. “You know, if you don’t wanna go the realism route, you don’t have to.” You mutter, as you hand his brush back. He looks back at you, an excited grin on his face.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean… I did tell all of you to recreate the vase with flowers, but, you know… Everyone sees things differently, and expresses themselves in a different way so… If just copying isn’t for you, by all means, please express yourself however you desire.” The kid looks back up at you, excited, bright eyes as he nods, you see him looking over at the new canvases, and you nod at him, letting him choose another one, and taking the old one away, you always reused discarded ones to repaint them, as you always hated to waste.

That felt rewarding, you think to yourself.

“Miss H?” Another higher pitch voice interrupts your moment of self reflection.

“Yes?”

“Mr.Harrington’s on the door.” You turn around as you hear the freshmans giggle and laugh. You smile softly as you roll your eyes.

Steve’s body is resting against the threshold, falling to hide his smile as his eyes brighten up as he sees you acknowledging him, his heart still felt all warm at the image of you helping your student, sure it is your job, but it didn’t stop his brain from fantasising about a future where he sees you do that everyday, with him by his side, and a little you in between.

“Hi.” You whispered as you stood in front of him.

“Hi.” He repeated, his eyes beaming at you.

“Anything I can help with, Mr.Harrington?” Trying not to say Steve’s name always made you smirk, and you tried to hid it, as you see his lips curling upwards as he hears you say that.

“We’ve run out of papers, do you have any spare ones?” His finger push his glasses upwards, as his head tilts down to look at you.

“Yeah, A4s?” He nods at the question as he sees you head back to a little cabinet, looking right to his classroom for a second, his hand brushes his hair in a nervous manner. “There you go.” You tell him as you hand them out. His fingers quickly grace yours.

“I’ll come over later tonight, I’ve got teacher-parent conference.” He whispers, a bit closer to you now, making sure nobody notices the way his finger is caressing the top of your hand, or how his feet tap yours slowly.

“Parent-teacher.” You correct him, teasing as he scoffs.

“I’m the teacher, let me go first…” He mocks as he fails to hide a grin.

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” You reason to him as you look up, your eyes locking with his, letting yourself get lost in them for a second too long before you ask. “Who?”

“Jameison and uh… Trevor.”

“Ugh, good luck.”

He blinks as he leaves, slower than he needs to.

“Thank you for the papers, Miss.H” He says as you close the previous open door, your heart begins to jump in anticipation.

You didn’t mind that the floor felt cold to your skin.

While soft music played in the background, you sat there, legs exposed, with your old paint stained shirt over you, brush on one hand and cigarette on the other. Consumed by the process of your latest project, you found yourself in what a lot of people seemed to call “the zone”. A sort of mental state where sounds were unrecognizable, and your attention was devoted to what you were creating. A cuddled body on an empty bed, sun rays hitting it from a big window that was not in frame, it began taking shape. To the naked eye, it was just a woman on a bed, to you however, it was your mornings in Steve's house.

You rested the brush on top of your palette, taking your body back for a second, observing the whole painting, though you liked working on details, you had to remember to always look at the bigger picture, from afar so you could know where to tackle next.

As you did, you heard a pair of knees hit the ground, right beside you, as two arms wrapped your figure from behind, a wet kiss left on your exposed shoulder. You smiled fondly as you grabbed his hands tightly, moving your head closer to his.

“Didn’t hear you come in.” You tell him, softly, he kisses the same spot again before talking.

“Missed you.” He says before letting his head rest on your shoulder, as he looked up at what you were working on. “Is that my bed?” He asks cheerfully.

“Mmh.”

“Cute.” He mutters, kissing your cheek slowly, you breath out soundly as you smile wide while your teeth show.

“You’re kissy today…” You teased him softly, as your voice came out in a whisper.

“I haven’t kissed you since yesterday.” He points out, as he nuzzles his head on your neck, leaving a tender kiss on it, you bite your lower lip as that little show of affection sends goosebumps down your spine, your skin feeling hot all of a sudden. “And I missed you.” He remains you as you turn your body around a bit, his arms still hugging you, only now you were face to face.

“Missed you too.” You murmured as you left a small kiss on the tip of his nose. His cologne lingered on you once more.

“Mmh.” He breathed out as one of his arms left your waist to caress the small of your back, his hands playing softly with your shirt. “I love it when it’s just us. ‘Specially when you’re like this.”

“Like what?” You tease back, your body moving a bit away from him, he pulls you closer to him, tenderly, as soon as he feels you move away, before speaking again.

“With this shirt…” He teased, as his hand left your back to place itself on your chin, his thumb moving your head up, closer to him. His eyes were lost on your lips, you could feel the way your heart beated faster than before, you were breathing faster in anticipation. “And nothing else.” He adds, as his lips pause before touching yours, letting you breathe each other's air for a bit, before he ceases, and finally kisses you.

You began to feel light-headed, warm, as you felt the needines transform itself into lust, as the kiss began to grow deeper, your lips opening, so your tongues could finally touch. Your hands traveled upwards so they could reach the back of his neck, and bury themselves on his hair. His lips left yours, though they were slow kisses, and there was no real rush, you yearned for the next one, you needed the wetness of his lips to touch your skin, making it cool down where he touched you, as you felt how it was begging to warm up. He made his way to the crook of your neck, kissing and biting where he knew he would get a reaction, while you moaned softly, as you felt his hand on your back, having slided it under your shirt, you felt as his hands splayed across your lower back.

“Maybe we should…” You cried out, as he left a bite on your neck that made your spine shiver.

“Yeah, come.” He stuttered as he stood up, his hand out to help you out. You couldn’t help but notice the large bump hidden behind his trousers.

You intertwined your fingers as you rushed to the bedroom, needing him, and smiling when he blurted out a small “oh my god” when he realised you were only wearing a thong underneath it all.

He couldn’t wait much, pressing your body against the bedroom wall as he began biting your collarbones, you couldn’t help yourself from moaning in a needy way. You could feel his smile against your skin as your eyes closed and you arch your back. You grab the back of his neck, moving it to meet your lips, though it started with softness, you could feel that the need you had now had transferred this into much faster moves, your lips interlocked, your tongue touching his, you bit his lower lip, pulling away slowly, hearing him moan as you did so, he was still smiling.

He placed his arms around you, and hugged you tightly as he kissed you once again, fumbling as he reached the bed with you in his arms, letting you down slowly. Your legs hung out of the bed, as you were sitting up on it, feet still touching the ground. His hand travelled to your inner thigh, separating your legs so he could fit in between. You looked at him, his hair wild, he took his glasses off, leaving them on the top of the bed as he threw them, he took out his shirt, exposing his bare chest. He sank to his knees slowly, not losing eye contact with you. A trail of kisses began from your left knee, they were soft, wet and he had no rush to move. When he did, he moved his head upwards, kissing your thigh, biting it to hear you gasp, smiling against your skin as he looked back at you, he left a kiss on your cunt, a wet stain on your thong that drove him crazy, knowing that it was for him. He moved away, repeating the same trail on your other leg, finishing on your right knee. He looked up at you for permission, and he smiled when he saw you nod, your face flushed in pretty pink, your lips parted and your chest raising up and down rapidly. His hands grabbed your love handles roughly, pulling you closer to his mouth. Your body hitted the mattress now, in anticipation, your hand rested on your forehead, muttering a soft “oh my god” as you just wanted one thing.

When you felt his lips through the small fabric, you couldn’t help but gasp. And you heard him laugh.

“Relax, I’ll get there.” He teased you, as you couldn’t find the words you wanted or needed to say.

Instead, one of your hands reached for his hair, and grabbed it tightly, trying to direct him to where you needed him most. He shook his head as he looked up at you, a teasing smile as he left another kiss on the wet stain, eyes looking up at your reaction. When he heard your moan his hands caressed your legs as he moved them up, taking the underwear off of you. Slowly, lazily. One of his fingers traveled down your cunt, and you gasped at the touch.

“You’re sensitive today, love.” He breathed. You could hear the wetness travelling across as he moved inside you. You couldn’t help your back from arching upwards.

He played with you for a bit, his lips teasing you, as he left wet kisses on the fold between your inner thigh and your fold. You heard him breathe out, the cold air contrasting with your wetness made you shiver, as he began to slowly suck on your clit, kissing it, moving his tongue up and down, side to side, in circles. It didn’t matter, you had become lost in pleasure, your hands lost on his hair, pulling him closer to you.

“S-Steve…” You cried out as he began to move his fingers inside you, your legs beginning to shake as you whimpered his name, he picked up the rhythm as he heard his names escaping your lips.

“God, you're beautiful.” He said as he pulled away.

Your hands trembling as you pulled him closer to your lips, you kissed him softly, as you tasted yourself, his knee in between your opened thighs, he began to undo your shirt, as you took off his belt, and unbuttoned his trousers. They slipped away, hitting the ground as your eyes were closed, and you were busy kissing him. Your hands began to play with the elastic of his boxers, pulling his body closer to yours, he wrapped an arm to your waist, pushing you to the middle of the bed. You could feel the weight of his body against yours. His hip punching against yours, grinding as you took your arms out of the sleeves. Your head tilted back as you heard his groan, feeling him in his fullness, your bodies only separated by the thin fabric of his black boxers, raking your nails across his back until you reached the elastic band of his underwear.

“Take them off.” He whimpered, knowing that hearing him like that, needy and begging, would make you smile and giggle.

Nonetheless, you did as he asked, sliding them down and letting your hand play with his cock, moving your hand up and down, he kissed you as he tried to hide a moan, and you smiled as you saw the effect you had on him. You loved being with him like this. Feeling as though you were the only ones that mattered.

You felt him as he teased your entrance with his dick, and he kissed you senseless before entering. Your head tilting back, a gasp escaping your lips as you felt him inside you. His hips moving slowly at the beginning, his hands grabbing you hard, burning them onto your skin.

“Fuck… Love” He whimpered as he thrusted you.

“Mmh.” You were ridden with desire, and couldn’t say anything else, biting his shoulder as you felt him move even deeper inside you.

You can feel your walls clinging to him as he starts to move slower, you’re wet after everything he has done in the past hour, and you can feel yourself stretch as he thrust into you, your skin tingling, filled with goosebumps as you let yourself sink into him, letting your thighs fall on either side of his, spread all over his cock, he grabs onto your leg as he looks at your eyes. “I missed you.” He repeats the phrase that started all of this, quietly. “Missed you.” He whimpers as he buries himself into you once more.

“Miss you too.” You manage to say as you feel your breath shuddering out, getting used to him and his size.

“I missed your lips, I missed your smell, I missed being with you.” He confesses in between movements, as you feel the beating of his cock inside you, your nails grabbing onto his back, as he leaves a wet kiss on your lips, biting your lower lip as he pulls away, his free hand pulling away a flock of hair away from your soft face.

“Yeah?” You ask as you feel how you’re melting on his arms.

“Yeah, I hate when I can’t just kiss you.” He recognises, as he pulls his hips harder onto you, making you squeal when you feel him fully in. A dazed smile on both of your faces.

He leaves a small kiss on your cheek, as he starts to move again, it feels just as good as you remembered, that stretch, the prodding sensation that his tip left on your sweet spot, his free hand moves up to your chest, cupping your breast as he squeezes, he has good hands and knows how to use them, teasing your nipple until he can feel it peaking.

“Fuck, I can..” He tries to say it all at once, but his words come out low and drawn out “just how wet you are, dripping all over…” You nod as you moan, loudly.

Your head nods, opening your eyes, meeting his gaze, your thumb caressing his cheek. “I feel it” you whine out as you can see his head tilted back in pleasure, kissing his neck as he does so.

He begins to move a bit faster, doing it with intention this time, hearing the sound that your juices make only proves what he had just told you. “Like that.” He mutters, as his hand that was on your breast travels upwards to your neck, pressuring a bit on it, enough to make you dizzy and moan in excitement, your hips moving upwards as you need more of him all of a sudden. “Making a mess on me, love.” He teases as he looks down for a second where you're connected, your legs tangled on his waist now, his hand on your butt, pushing in harder now.

You shiver.

His hand moves away from your neck, his lips kissing the zone he had just left, hot flesh under his lips, he can’t help himself from biting you softly. “Fuck love… You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about your lips, about kissing you.”

He buries himself into you, as you get lost on him, making you one.

“Just wanting another.” He moans out as he feels your hips begin to move at the same speed, his nails scratching your butt.

As you open your eyes, you're lost in his gaze, he is begging. You chuckle as you kiss him, slow, soft kisses that build, your hands getting lost on his hair, as you kiss him you were trying to pour every ounce of affection, and every Imissedyou on his lips.

His hips moving in time with your kisses, the pressure that his tongue left on yours made you dizzy, his cock deep in your cunt feeling like a bliss. When Steve breaks your kisses, his head rests on your shoulder, breathing in your ear as you both moan and groan each other's names, pure adrenaline and desire in your voices.

You can tell you are both about to finish as you lose your rhythm, not caring about anything else but pleasure, you feel him come as you feel the palpitations that leave your cunt. A doozy smile across your faces.

“I’ll kiss you forever.” You whisper to him as he hugs you deeply, pulling you onto his chest as his back hits the mattress.

“Someday, I’ll make you Miss.Harrington, and they will stop calling you Miss.H.” He teases, as he leaves a kiss on your forehead. His lips still wet as he does so.

“I can’t wait.” You confess to him.

You stayed there, laying on top of your sheets, now messy and tangled you enjoyed the feeling that his soft skin left on yours. Both of you were out of breath, and didn’t need to say anything. Your head laid on his chest, your leg on the top of his body, he caresses it softly, tracing intricate patterns on your naked skin, leaving goosebumps all over it. Your head tilted up to look at him, his eyes focused on the drawings he was leaving, you enjoyed the simplicity and intimacy of this time just as much as you did five minutes ago when he was inside you. You smiled to yourself, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you realized where your feelings for him truly were. He looks softly down at you, his eyes darting around your face, a smirk on his lips as he opens them so he could talk.

“What?”

“What?” You ask him, adoration evident on your bright eyes.

“You were giggling, what were you giggling about?” You melt a little bit as his smile widens, before leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“I just… It’s stupid.”

“Nothing you think is ever stupid, love.”

lovelovelove.

“I just, I think I’m falling for you.” You confess. Your voice soft and warm as you look at him, your head falling on his chest, looking directly onto his eyes.

He cups your cheeks in between his hands as he leaves a soft chaste kiss on your lips, as his thumbs softly caress the sides of them, you can feel his lips curving up on a smile before he pulls away.

“Yeah?” He asks, his voice slightly higher as he melts.

“Yeah.”

“I am too.” He admits. You melt onto his arms, letting the warmth of his body keep you safe, intertwined with him.

The sudden ringing of the phone wakes you up.

“Hello, I’m Dee, I’m calling from the Angels Gallery in New York.” A soft spoken women’s voice comes from the speaker and your body immediately incorporates itself. shitshitshit.

“Hi Dee, um…” Your voice is deep and croaks as you speak, having just woken up. You look to your left, a sleepy Steve looking at you, his eyes half opened as he looks at you. “What can I… um- do for you?”

“We just need to check in with you, since you haven’t responded to our last email.” shitshitshit

“Um, I’m not established in Indiana, um… And the connection here is spotty, I’m sorry.” You apologise as your fingers play anxiously with the sheets that covered your body.

“No need to apologise, that’s understandable.” She calms you down with a sweet voice that makes you relax your shoulders. “The email was regarding your upcoming exhibition.”

“Yeah, is there a problem, is everything okay?” Panic evident in your voice, Dee laughs in an attempt to calm you a bit, though it doesn’t work the way she intended to. Steve’s finger tap on your hand, making you look down at him, as he smiles up at you, meeting your gaze.

He mouths you’re okay.

“Yeah, no, everything's fine.” She elongates the last word, her nosely voice over pronouncing the ‘n’ finnne. “Our coordinator saw your recent work that you forwarded to us, and he wanted to let you know, that he considered that your work would fit better on the April exposition, if it does well, you’d be in our walls for the next 6 months, with the implication or rather, expectation that if you do sell works, you’d replace them with new pieces.” Your mouths opens as you realize what she is telling you.

“April?” you need the confirmation, making sure that everything you just heard was real.

“Yes.”

“As in two weeks from now, April?”

“That’s right.”

“Holy shit.” You giggle out as you cover your mouth. Steve scoots over you as he tries to hear anything from the other end.

“Indeed.” She teases. “I’ll take that as a confirmation from your end.”

“I..-” You look down at him, and he just nods at you, a big smile on his face. “Yes.”

“Fantastic. We’ll see you on the 5th to ensemble the collection, and for the big opening on the 6th.”

“Great, thank you so much Dee.”

“My pleasure, have a good day.

“You too.”

Once you hang up you let your body hit the bed, giggling as you kick the air, excited for it all and an aweing Steve laughing with you, even if he doesn’t know what he is celebrating.

“Are we happy?” He asks, his face closer to yours.

“Very.” You tell him as you leave a fast chaste kiss on his lips. “So, so, so happy Stevie.”

You closed your eyes as you let him hug you closely, he always liked being the big spoon, feeling you closer to him, he liked feeling you this close, feeling like he was protecting you, like you were all his. And he’d promised himself to keep doing that for as long as you’d let him, or for as long as his heart kept beating.

Needles to say, you’d felt the same, letting him hold you close until your last breath.

“Steve?” You felt your heart beating faster and faster, as you turned around to face him.

“Yes?”

“I… I um-” He blushed, his eyes opening as he realized what you were about to say.

“I love you too.” He says, a soft grin on his face as his hand brushes your hair as his fond voice rings in your ears.

“I knew you’d say it first.” You tease him as you laugh, your lips close to each other, as you breathe eachothers air, he tickles you before closing the distance.

“Idiot.”

“An Idiot you love.” You keep teasing him as your giggles and laughter fill the room. “And who loves you too.”

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