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witchwyfe · 2 years

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❛ c’mere, you. ❜ and rooster if you don't mind! xo

Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x reader

“C’mere, you.”

thanks bestie 💞

For as big as Bradley’s bed is, you wake up--and go to sleep--with him wrapped around you every time you sleepover.

And for as close as he is, he still somehow manages to steal the blankets.

This particular morning is worse than usual.

Bradley’s got the whole duvet and both blankets you’d stacked on top, on his body. All you’re left with is the measly sheet, and you’re shivering. The fall chill seems to make its way through the cracked window more than it normally does.

You groan, shoving at his big shoulder, frowning when he doesn’t move a muscle.

“Hey B,” You say, louder than you need to. “Wake up.”

Now he groans, burrowing further underneath the covers.

“Bradley!” You whine, tugging at the blanket.

“What?” He croaks, sleep still clinging to his voice.

“Gimme some covers, you took them all.”

“Oh shit,” He says, like he didn’t notice. How can he not?

“You’re a blanket hog.”

“Shoulda been closer, then.” He teases. “How you’d get out of my arms anyway?”

“Shut up, give me a blanket.”

He smiles, stretching an arm out of his blanket cloak to stroke your cheek. “C’mere, you, my pretty girl.” He chuckles when he gets a smile out of you. “Yeah, my pretty girl hm? Y’look so gorgeous in the morning.”

You roll your eyes at his sweet words, despite the sweetness dripping over your heart like warm honey. You roll over right into his waiting arms, snuggling up against his bare chest.

“Mhm,” He hums in content. “Much better.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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Could I please request rooster + "just marry me already" ily and ty <3

Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader

“Just marry me already.”

ily!!! <3

They didn’t happen often, but when they did, beach days with Bradley were one of your favorites.

You’re stretched out on the towel now, boyfriend splayed in your lap, the back of his head at your chest, a human headrest.

Your fingers are threaded through his sun-streaked locks, massaging languidly. His fingers trace up and down your thigh softly, absent-mindedly.

“Hey bubs?” You speak up after a while.

“Hmm?”

“Sunscreen.” You tell him, taking your hand out of his hair—eliciting a whine from him—and into your tote bag for your sunscreen.

He turns around to face you but doesn’t reach for the tube in your hand.

“Will you, do it?” He asks shyly, sliding his aviators off of his nose and pushing them into his hair.

“Only if you do it for me too.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Of course.” He smiles sweetly.

He closes his eyes expectantly, pushing his face towards you like a child. He hums softly when you spread the paste over his skin, softly rubbing it in.

When you stop, he pulls away, but your fingers lightly catch his jaw to tug him back. “C’mere babe, I missed a spot.”

“Christ, just marry me already.” He says under his breath.

“What?”

“What.” He processes, not even realizing he had spoken aloud.

You hand him the sunscreen and lean forward. He waits until your eyes are closed to speak again.

“I said uh, just marry me already.” He speaks. “Like, I want to marry you.”

“This better not be your proposal.” You joke.

“It’s not.” He clears his throat nervously. “But if I was to propose, would you say yes?”

“We’ll see.” You tease him more, cracking an eye open to spot the pink traveling up his cheeks. You revel in his flustered state, your heart melting at the sight of it.

“Baby,” He whines, throwing his head back a little.

“Get me a ring and we’ll talk.”

“Way ahead of you, honey.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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can i request 3,5 from the random prompts?? thank youuu <3

Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader

“I almost lost you.” & “Don’t you ever do that again!”

thanks for requesting! i chose rooster since u never told me who u wanted<3

cw: cursing and mentions of almost-death

You sit silently as Bradley talks to you. Your face is blank, a wall of stone while you mentally process the horrifying things he’s telling you. You knew this mission was dangerous, but you weren’t expecting to hear that he risked his life to save Maverick.

Of course you’re proud of him, and you love Mav, but it’s not easy hearing how close someone you love was to death.

“Jesus,” You murmur when he’s finished, looking at you intently. “I almost lost you.”

He reaches for your hand and you let him. “I know sweetheart, and I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not,” You sigh heavily, trying to find the words. “I know how your job is. And while I expect that you’re going to be as safe as possible, I know stuff like this happens.”

He nods.

“But still, don’t you ever do that again.” You give him a small smile. “I’m gonna beat your ass if anything ever happens to you.”

“I don’t expect anything less.” He grins, big and happy. “Now c’mere, I love you.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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Hi miss Lola! Could I request: ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ and “Do you want me to stay?” with Rooster? thank you <33333

Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader

“I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me.” & “Do you want me to stay?”

ofc bestie<33

cw: vague mention of a scary man

You sigh heavily as you unlock the front door, Bradly on you like a shadow. He takes the open door as a sign to follow you, since you didn’t shut it right away.

“You okay?” He murmurs softly, watching you fill a glass with water and take a slow sip.

Shrugging, you glance over at him. “I will be.”

He hisses, sharp air through his teeth. “I’ll kill that motherfucker.”

“No you won’t.” You give him a look. “Bradley, come on.” You hope the use of his name, not callsign, will assure him of how serious you are, but he doesn’t even notice.

“He scared you.”

“And I’ll be okay.”

“Before you get yourself all worked up,” You start up, a half smile on your face. “I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me.”

His eyes soften. “Of course. Always, I will always be here to protect you.”

“I—“ You swallow the emotion that wells in your throat. “Thank you.”

“Can I give you a hug?” He wonders gently, sensing you could use one.

“Yeah, you can.”

He opens his arms and you walk into them, melting into his warm embrace. The heat from his body is nice and comforting against your own, and you feel some of the stress dissipating from your shoulders. Your arms wrap tightly around his waist, your grip grounding and seeking comfort.

“Do you want me to stay?” His large palm sweeps up and down your back soothingly.

“Yes please.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜ with rafe plz? ily

(non-canon) Rafe Cameron x female reader

“How about a kiss before I go?”

ily babe! thanks for sending in

"Rafe," You coo against his lips, sighing as he greedily snatches the sound up, mouth melding with yours in perfect sync. "You're gonna be late." You sigh out, breathy, in the space between his lips and yours.

"Shh," He hushes, running his thumb along your jaw. "I'm not finished kissing my girl yet."

You roll your eyes, and giggle, curling your fists into the front of his dress shirt.

"You were late yesterday too." You remind him. "Better not make it a habit."

He groans, pulling back to look at you. "Will you come sit in the bathroom while I brush my teeth? I miss you already."

"Oh my god."

You sit atop the closed toilet seat while Rafe brushes his teeth, making casual conversation and pausing every time he turns around and decides you need another mint-flavored kiss.

When he finally opens the front door, keys in hand, he widens his eyes at you, lips preparing to move into a pout.

"How about a kiss before I go?" He asks shyly, as if he hasn't been getting them all morning.

"Haven't you gotten enough?" You tease, raising a brow.

"From you? Never."

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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massive congrats on 1K lola im so excited for u!!!! very well deserved, you're amazing <3

may i please request “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” with rooster bradshaw? thank you so much bestieee ily

Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader

“I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

BESTIE THANK YOU im gonna cry ur so nice<3

You look over at your friend when the music suddenly shuts off, leaving the crowded bar soundless aside from chatter.

She sips her beer and smiles, motioning with her head over towards the piano you hadn’t noticed before.

“Who is that guy?” You wonder, eyes narrowing.

“Just shut up and watch. He’s cute.”

She nudges you and herself forward to stand closer to the piano, and she smiles at some of the uniformed men and women surrounding it, nodding her head in a familiar greeting.

“How do you know all these people?” You whisper in her ear.

“You really need to stop missing happy hour.”

You roll your eyes playfully, taking a swig of your drink. You recognize the old song everyone’s practically screaming along to, so you join in, giggling and sipping on your beer.

“You know,” you say, as the song is winding down, looking at your friend. “I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” You grin, nodding towards the mustached man on the piano bench. Quite honestly, you hadn’t been able to take your eyes off him the whole time—and not just because he was the one singing and playing the piano.

“The Hawaiian shirt is kind of adorable, but who wears sunglasses inside?” You wonder jokingly.

All the sudden he whips around, sunglasses lowered to rest on the bridge of his nose, warm eyes locking with yours.

“Hi,” He beams up at you. “I’m Bradley. Or Rooster.” He adds sheepishly.

Shit, he heard you. “Hi.” You mumble out, heat rushing to your face.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“You sure can. I owe you an apology I think.”

“Naw, you don’t, I like being called ‘cute and ridiculous’ by pretty women.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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"You need some sleep" and Rooster pls💕

Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader

“You need some sleep.”

thanks for requesting babe!

You groan at the movement in your bed, twisting your neck towards the source. Your boyfriend, freshly back from a mission, climbing into your shared bed.

“You’re home.” You rasp, sleep crackling your voice.

“I am.”

You scoot across the mattress to meet him in the middle, arms slinging around his torso tightly. “Missed you so much.”

“I missed you so much more angel.” He squeezes you tight, flipping onto his back and hauling you onto his chest.

Reunions with Bradley used to be much more enthusiastic, the typical running into each other’s arms, tears streaming down your faces, sort of thing. Not that you don’t have those anymore, but now it’s more intimate, relaying emotions through touch, and quiet relief that he’s home and he’s safe.

He chats softly for a few moments, telling you what he can—and maybe a little more—about the most recent mission, pausing to press a kiss to your head every few words.

It’s when he yawns mid-sentence that you stop tracing circles over his heart and look up at him.

“You need some sleep baby,” You coo, running your finger down the bridge of his nose. “You gotta be exhausted.”

He groans, a soft protest. “No, just need you.”

“You can have both. Now c’mon, close your eyes.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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"honey I'm home" with Rooster if you don't mind

Bradley (rooster) Bradshaw x female reader

“Honey, I’m home.”

Bradley struggles carrying the seemingly countless amount of grocery bags into the house, although he’d never admit it.

You’re nestled on the sofa when he nudges the front door open with his foot, hands full of everything that was on your grocery list, plus more.

“Honey I’m home!” He calls sweetly. You tease him for it constantly, but it’s his favorite way to greet you and you secretly love it.

You peek your head out of the blanket cocoon you’d created, quirking an eyebrow at the sight of your husband overdoing it on the groceries again because he— “doesn’t believe in making more than one trip”.

“Hi handsome.” You grin. “Need help with the groceries?”

“Nope.” You don’t know why you still ask. Bradley doesn’t have a problem accepting help when he needs it, he just doesn’t like making you work—his words, not yours.

“What do you want for dinner tonight?” You call out when he’s got his head stuck in the pantry, cereal boxes in hand.

“I’ll make it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you, my wife?”

“Shut up.” Your face warms at the word, despite it being over a year, Bradley loves mentioning it to anyone who will listen, yourself included.

“Okay then, since I don’t need to get up to do anything, how about you come over here and gimme a kiss?”

“Yes ma’am.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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Hi sweet Lola! Could I request “is that my shirt?” and Steve please??

Steve Harrington x female reader

“Is that my shirt?”

thank you bestie!!!<3

You're already in his bed when Steve drags himself up the stairs and into his room.

Your shift ended an hour before his and at his urging, you'd used your copy of his key to get in and make yourself comfortable while you waited on him.

And there you are--comfortable as you can be without him--when he flops onto the bed dramatically.

"Hey handsome." You coo, untucking yourself from the comforter so you can reach out and scratch his back.

"Hi baby." He says, muffled by his sheets and mattress.

"Long day?"

"Hmm." He nods into his bed. “Missed you a lot.”

"Cmere. I missed you too.” You help him slide up the bed until he’s in your arms. Body heavy on yours, he settles, nose at your neck, warm breath on your shoulder.

“Is that my shirt?” He wonders, eyes half closed as he studies the familiar fabric.

“Of course it is. You said to make myself comfortable.”

“S’cute on you.”

“You’re cute on me.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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Could I ask for Steve and “Uh, am I interrupting?” thank you lola! congrats on 1k!!!!!!!

Steve Harrington x female reader

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

thank you so much angel!!

You could be upset at your boyfriend. Realistically, you should be.

Seven kids who all need breakfast, showed up at Steve's door this morning. And your boyfriend had let them in.

So now you're in his kitchen, seven am and sleepy-eyed.

"Can we go back to bed after this Stevie?" You murmur, leaving back against the counter.

He turns around from the stove, spatula in hand, kitchen towel slung over his shoulder.

"You tired baby?" He hums, concern turning his lips into a pout.

"Yeah, someone kept me up late." You tease, sliding your hand underneath his shirt and pinching his hip. He snaps the towel at you, lightly as possible, before leaning in for a minty-flavored kiss.

"We'll take a nap later, how's that sound?"

"Good."

He flips the towel back onto his shoulder before scooping you up and sliding you onto the counter.

You don't even react, don't have time to, before he's leaning forward again, pressing his lips to yours.

He kisses you softly, chasing away any lingering grumpiness. When he pulls away, he dots kisses everywhere--your nose, cheeks, forehead, eyebrow. You're giggling softly, fisting handfuls of his t-shirt to tug him closer, taste him and—

“Uh, am I interrupting?” Dustin wonders, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Of course not Dusty.” You respond at the same time Steve says: “Yes.”

“I just wanted to see when breakfast will be ready.” He says shyly, his tone different from how he usually speaks to you and Steve.

“Sooner you leave the kitchen, sooner it’ll be ready.” Steve smirks, no real malice in his tone.

“Steve!” You smack his chest lightly. “Don’t worry Dustin, we’ll call you in when it’s ready.”

“What?” He smiles, feigning innocence when Dustin vacates the kitchen. “Wanna kiss you a little more.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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first of all congrats lola!! this is the cutest celebration and you deserve the world <3 second of all, can i have this quote with steve please? :) ❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜

Steve Harrington x female reader

“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!”

EMMA! ty bestie i appreciate u sm<33

“So that’s a no, then?”

“Correct.”

“Stevie!” You whine pathetically. “Please.”

Whenever you and your boyfriend had sleepovers, he’d gotten into the habit of filling a glass of ice water for you every night before bed. Now, you just expect it, water on the nightstand without even having to leave the bed. You’ve gotten a little spoiled, but it’s not your fault Steve treats you so well.

“Babe, I do it every night. I’m tired.” He whines right back at you.

“Okay.” You huff, feigning defeat. “Hey Steve, can you look at me for a second?”

“Nope! Puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time.” He retorts, shutting his eyes defiantly.

You lie. “I wasn’t going to do them!”

“Right.”

You look at him for a moment, as if he’s going to change his mind.

“I’ll play with your hair if you get my water.”

“You do it anyway.” He says, raising an eyebrow. “Every night.”

“Well, I won’t tonight.”

Now he pouts, turning in bed to face you. “Then I won’t rub your back.”

You huff dramatically, flopping back against your pillow.

The two of you sit in silence and faux-anger for a moment before he speaks up:

“I’ll get your water if you come with me.” He offers.

“Fine.” You turn up your nose dramatically. “But you have to hold my hand.”

“Deal.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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stevie baby and ❛ you feel like home to me. ❜ thank you miss writing queen

Steve Harrington x female reader

“You feel like home to me.”

YOU’RE TOO SWEET <3 thank you nonnie

Ever since the first time you offered, you don't think Steve has washed his hair on his own. If you're showering with him, he wants you to wash his hair, and asks you to do it.

Not that you can complain—he always washes your hair too.

"You've been washing your hair just fine for years before I came along."

"You just do it so much better baby," He whines, borderline beggy.

Playfully, you roll your eyes, digging your nails a little deeper—not enough to hurt—into his scalp and Steve preens, pushing his head into your hands like a cat.

Your soapy hand eventually slides down his neck, massaging the muscles underneath wet skin, evoking more content moans from him.

“Stevie, do you have to go home tonight?” You wonder absently, planning your evening in your mind.

“You feel like home to me.” He answers softly, eyes closed. You don’t think he even realizes he said it aloud, judging by the silence that follows.

“Okay softie,” You tease, giving a lock of his hair a gentle hug. “That’s very sweet, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

“I can stay here if that’s what you want.”

“Very much what I want.” You respond, with a soft kiss to the back of his neck.

His heart thrums erratically in his chest, heart pumping with emotion—all of it good—for you.

“Oh and by the way,” You add, moving impossibly closer. “You feel like home too.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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❛ you got me flowers? ❜ With Mr Stevie 🥺😊 thank you Lola

Steve Harrington x female reader

“You got me flowers?”

thank you for requesting nonnie :)

You’re walking up to the Family Video just as Robin’s shutting the open sign off, and she smiles, unlocking the door to let you in.

“Dingus can’t even close without you here?” She wonders, snarky and smug.

“Oh stop,” You raise an eyebrow. “Steve told me Nance was in here on your lunch break.”

Robin flushes under her freckles, muttering something underneath her breath. You follow her to the back, bouquet of daises tucked against your side.

Robin notices and smiles softly, forgetting about her previous teasing.

“Dingus, your girlfriend’s here!” She calls into the back.

She grabs her bag from underneath the counter, shrugs off her green vest and turns to you—“He’s all yours.”

“Night Robs.” You grin, shaking your head, amused.

Steve must not have heard Robin yelling into the back—how you don’t know—because he looks surprised when you step into the room, eyes wide, with a grin.

“Hey you,” He says fondly, dropping the stack of films he’d been organizing.

“Hi handsome.”

You reach up to hug him, flower petals brushing softly against the back of his neck. You chuckle against his lips when he doesn’t notice, and he pulls back, thick brows furrowed above his doe eyes.

You brandish the bouquet from behind his back, and puzzlement paints his pretty features.

“You got me flowers?” He murmurs softly.

“Yeah. Pretty flowers for my pretty boy.”

“Stop,” He whines, a flush creeping up his face and ears.

He takes the flowers carefully, observing them before shoving them to his face, nose brushing against them, sniffing obnoxiously.

“Steve!” You giggle, lightly pushing at his shoulder.

“Thank you baby.” He smiles, genuine and warm. “I love them.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜ and Rafe please and thank you

(non-canon) Rafe Cameron x female reader

“If you won’t take care of yourself, then who will?”

you’re welcome bestie!

“This is the third day in a row, you know?”

Rafe’s voice startles you, because you hadn’t even heard him come home.

“Third day in a row of what?” You ask distractedly, eyes on your computer screen.

“Baby,” He sighs, running his hand over your hair. “The past three nights, you’re still working. You look tired.”

“Well you’ve been staying late at work this week.” You retort.

“Exactly my point. I’ve been getting home late and you’re still working.”

“I took on that project, I told you.”

“Yeah, because your coworker’s are slacking, you told me.” He sighs. “And I think you should talk to your boss, baby.”

“Rafe, I don’t need your advice on my job.” You say, not even gathering enough energy to sound mad. “I’ll get through this.”

“I know you will babe, you’re smart as hell and great at your job. But I’m concerned with the way you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

“I’m fine.”

“I hate it when you say that.” Rafe tells you, not unkindly, just defeated.

“I don’t want to fight with you Rafe.”

“I don’t want to fight with you. I want you to take care of yourself.”

You save your document, but make no further moves to stop working. Rafe checks the screen to see that you’ve saved it, before slowly powering off the computer.

“Will you please come and eat with me?”

You nod, a sudden tiredness seeping into your bones. You allow him to pull you up from your desk chair, leading you to your bedroom where he hands you sweatpants and a t-shirt of his.

Once you’re changed and so is Rafe, he turns to you, a slight pout on his lips.

“Hey c’mere,” He says, tugging you to his chest once you’re close enough.

“I love you, you know that?” He says, although it’s a rhetorical question, more of just word filler than an actual question.

“Hm. I love you too.”

“So you understand why I get so worried?”

You nod. “I’m sorry Rafe, I just—”

“No baby, you don’t have to apologize. Just,” His lips are warm and soft against your forehead, where’s he’s leaving them. “if you don’t take care of yourself, then who will?”

“Well, I do have a guy who’s pretty concerned with my wellbeing, I think he’s up for the job.”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling against your front. “When I’m not here then, you gotta do it.”

“I’ll work on it. I promise.”

“I love you.” He says again. “Now, c’mon, I’m making you dinner.”

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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Could I request a Steve Harrington prompt with: ❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜ THANK YOU

Steve Harrington x female reader

“Wow I really can’t speak huh? Must be because of how pretty you look.”

thanks for requesting!

cw: food mention

Typically when you stay the night at Steve’s, both of you stay in bed as long as humanely possible, if you can. And this particular Sunday, Steve didn’t have work, so you’re surprised when you wake up alone in his bed.

You reach for his pillow, curling your arms around it, and pressing your face into the fabric. The smell that overwhelms your senses is familiar and comforting and Steve.

You don’t linger in bed as long as you would if Steve was still with you, so you tug back the covers and make your way downstairs, where you smell coffee brewing.

“Steve?” You murmur, sleep still clinging to your voice.

He’s in the kitchen, scrambling eggs in a pan when he hears you.

“Good morning sunshine.” He grins widely, taking you in, draped in his t-shirt and boxers. “God, look at you.”

Your eyebrows furrow, the last tendrils of sleep still swirling in your mind. “What? What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head to ease your worry, but says nothing, simply staring at you for a moment.

“Wow, I really can’t speak, huh?” He says, lips quirked up. “Must be because of how pretty you look.”

“Oh shut it.” You groan, feigning annoyance to cover up how delighted you are at his nice words.

“Never, c’mere, I need my morning kiss.”

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Hi Lola! I love this 1k celebration and I love your writing!! I am requesting “Let me do this, please.” and Steve ! Thank you very much <3

Steve Harrington x female reader

“Let me do this, please.”

thanks for requesting bestie!!!

cw: mentions of a cut, cursing

"Hey Steve, can I throw this away or do--ow fuck--" The gritting pain slices through your system, eliciting a wince and hiss from you.

Steve's on you in a second, having heard your pained curse from a room over.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Literally nothing. Paper cut." You mutter bitterly.

"Give it here," He murmurs, peering over your shoulder.

"Give it? My hand?" You wrinkle your nose, wincing again as the split in your skin stings.

"Just gimme your hand baby," He says softly.

“Steve.” You level him with a look. “I got a paper cut, I didn’t slice my hand open with the letter-opener.” You say, bringing up the accident he had a few weeks back. He’d acted like he was fine, but didn’t complain when you doted on him the rest of the day.

“Shut up.” He grumbles, a blush climbing his face. “And let me do this, please.”

“Fine.” You huff, leaning back against the counter.

You watch fondly your sweet boy as he takes care of you, rinsing your hand, dotting it with cream, and wrapping your finger with a bandage.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t need to thank me. I like taking care of you.”

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