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pairing: travis âteacakeâ meacham x single mom!reader
summary: your life was pretty quiet and rather lonely as a single mom, until one day a regular customer at the bookstore asked you out
wc: 4.5k
tags: fluff like sooo much fluff, travis being adorable with a baby, some insecurities, reader is a mom, uhhh i donât really know what else
a/n: this was something i came up with my darling friend @bairdbesson so i wanted to give her credit, sheâs always so helpful with any ideas i have. we lowkey make gold together. i also am planning on this being a little series, especially if people end up liking it and requesting more so yayyy!! im writing again!! iâve read this a million times, so hopefully thereâs no typos but if there are, you just gotta ignore them at this pointđ
divider cred: x
You had seen him multiple times at the used bookstore where you worked, almost always in the self-help section, looking through worn paperbacks. He was hard to forget with that mop of curly blonde hair, streaked with noticeable brown roots at the top that matched his warm eyes. He had a goofy, sweet smile that always made you smile back at him, regardless of how you were feeling. He always waved to you when he came in, a gesture that had now become a familiar rhythm in your mundane life.
This time, his visit to the store was different, though. You actually rang him up at the register, which meant you had a conversation with him that went further than "Do you need help finding something?"
What began as a casual conversation about the books he was purchasing shifted to you sharing your experience reading the author's work and how helpful you found it, particularly the one he was buying. The conversation flowed naturally; he talked enough for both of you, which was a relief given how shy you naturally were.
Then, unexpectedly, he said in a calm tone, "Maybe we can talk about the books again sometime."
You nodded enthusiastically, a wide smile spreading across your face. "Oh yeah, I mean, you know where to find me!"
He gave a small smirk, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Maybe over dinner or something?"
A blush rose up your cheeks as you looked at him, blinking slowly in surprise. Did he just ask you out?
You could feel the nerves twist painfully in your stomach as they often did when a man tried to make a move on you. This time, there was also a faint flutter in your chest, something you hadn't felt in God knows how longâŠso you say yes. Even though part of your brain is screaming at you, demanding to know what the hell you're thinking.
And that's how Travis ended up with your phone number.
Truth be told, you hadn't gone on a date in over two years. The last guy you dated was the father of your daughter, Lucy. Her father turned out to be a piece of shit who left before you could even finish telling him the news of your pregnancy, but having your sweet Lulu was never something you regretted.
Now she was fourteen months old, and your mom friends were constantly telling you to get back out there; it didn't have to be serious, but they weren't going to stop until they convinced you to go with one of the men they tried to hook you up with. You deserved to see yourself as more than just Lucy's mama. There had been a few brief dates, even though your stomach churned each time you agreed to them. Surprisingly, none of these dates went anywhere, but everything changed with Travis.
Things started off casually, he was easy to get to know, an open book in fact, and he made it easy for you to talk. There was never any awkward silence between you two. He quickly shared everything about his life and past, including jail, the storage facility, and the weird fungus thing you remember seeing on television when you were pregnant.
Everything felt easy and fun around him; he's like sunshine made human. Things were going so smoothly; even if there wasn't a label for what the two of you shared, those dates became the highlight of your week.
There was only one issue, you hadn't told him about your daughter, and it made you feel like the worst person alive. It wasn't shame that kept you silent; you would never be ashamed. She was the best thing that had ever happened to you; her bright smile, messy hair, and curious eyes always brightened your day.
However, none of that stopped you from getting into your own head; the nagging anxieties in your mind were always your worst enemy. You worried he'd be scared off, that as soon as Travis found out you were a mom, he would see you differently.
He didn't even seem like that kind of guy; he was painfully sweet, caring genuinely, and he'd probably love your little girl instantly, as if she belonged right there in his life.
You loved being seen as more than just a mom, honestly forgetting what that felt like. Yet, keeping this secret was killing you; it was impossible to sit with the guilt. You knew you had to rip off the band-aid; it wasn't fair to either of you.
Finally, you got the nerve to tell him. It was just supposed to be a simple movie date, maybe going to a burger place after. It seemed like the right time, as you had been seeing each other for a month now, there wasn't a formal label, but you couldn't keep pretending this was just 'casual.'
However, a wrench was then thrown into your plans: the babysitter couldn't make it, and it was too short of a notice to find someone else, so you had to cancel on Travis. You sent him a quick text, saying you were feeling sick and how awful you felt about having to cancel.
Of course, he responded with nothing but understanding and kindness, which only made you feel worse, but you pushed those feelings aside. You knew you were going to see him next week and tell him then. So you decided then and there to try and let the guilt go, focusing instead on the simple dinner you were now making.
The evening began to fall into a quiet night at home. You were in the kitchen, stirring a pot of bubbling mac and cheese for Lucy and yourself. You had some leftover vegetables from lunch to add to her plate. Lucy would probably eat more of the veggies dipped in the cheese sauce than the cheesy noodles themselves. It was the complete opposite of your own eating habits, but you had long since given up trying to make sense of a toddler's eating preferences.
Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door made you freeze in place, your heart pounding. Who could that be at this hour? Anyone you knew who might drop by would've texted. Maybe it was just something in the show Lucy was watching in the living room. You had become pretty good at distinguishing the difference between real noise and whatever sounds came from her shows, especially after so many afternoons were spent checking the door before realizing it was your little angel copying the knocking on her show with a mischievous little grin on her face.
Then you heard a second, slightly louder knock, confirming that someone was indeed at the door. You turned off the stove, carefully pushing the pot to the edge of the furthest burner, and hurried to the door, peering cautiously through the peephole.
What you saw made your stomach fallâŠTravis was standing there, holding a small bouquet of brightly colored flowers in one hand and a crumpled paper bag from the local drug store in the other.
With a sigh, you unlocked and opened the door. His face lit up instantly with a warm, genuine smile that reached his hazel eyes. God, you felt like you were twisting a knife in your gut.
"HeyâŠI know I probably shouldn't be here, especially if you're feeling sick," he said quickly, his voice tinged with hesitation. "But I've been looking forward to seeing you all week." His cheeks flushed faintly as he spoke, and a shy smile played on his lips. "Here! They smell prettyâŠif you can smell them." He joked as he pushed the bouquet toward you, his eyes searching yours. You noticed he had somehow picked out some of your favorite flowers, even though you hadn't even spoken to him about flowers.
The nervous expression on your face made his face fall, and he stepped back half a step, his brow furrowing as he took in your appearance more carefully. You were dressed in the same outfit that you had carefully picked out for the date, and you were breathing normally out of your nose, unlike what you had told him about 40 minutes ago.
"OhâŠ" he says quietly, shaking his head.
Suddenly, a loud giggle erupts behind you, sharp and joyful, accompanied by the quick patter of little feet tripping over the wooden floor.
"Mama!!" Lucy squeals, her tiny arms reaching out as she throws herself forward, pressing her body against your legs.
You jolt forward slightly at the sudden movement, eyes locking with Travis's as you watch his gaze shift from hurt and confusion to surprise, then softening into something unexpectedly tender as it trailed down to look at who was hiding behind your legs.
"She needs a new episode of her show," you explain softly, gently pick up Lucy, and guide her back to the small, colorful chair she has set up against the couch in the softly lit room.
Travis remained in the doorway, eyes tracking every move you make. Lucy babbles excitedly, words mumbled incoherently with a triumphant "mama!! mama!!" sprinkled in among her chatter. You catch a glance at Travis, noting how his face brightens up with genuine affection and curiosity as he watches your daughter.
After turning on another episode of Bluey, you carefully placed the remote back on the cluttered table by the couch. Then, you walked over to Travis again, your steps slow and hesitant.
"The sitter canceled on meâŠI couldn't find anyone else, so that's why I canceled." Your voice quivered slightly as you spoke, "I was going to tell you tonight, I swear." You were uncertain of his reaction; maybe he wouldn't care about you being a mom, maybe he'd be angry about the lie.
Instead, Travis shook his head with a soft chuckle. "I thought you got tired of me already," he said. His tone carried a weight that broke your heart a little, like he had heard a similar excuse before.
"Never," you whisper, "I just didn't think I should tell you over text, and it was hard for me to tell you before-"
"Hey, I get it. It's probably weird to introduce a new guy into your kid's life. I'd love to meet her though, i-if that's okay with you. Oh, and the dadâŠhe might not like another guy around. I don't knowâŠ" He nervously chatters away as you watch him with tear filled eyes.
You step forward, placing your hand gently on his chest to try to catch his attention. "Travis?" you say softly, voice trembling.
"Yeah?" His eyes meet yours; they're so kind it almost physically hurts you. His gaze is warm, filled with genuine concern, and it causes a rush of emotion in your chest.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I was so scared you weren't gonna-" your voice trails off.
His eyebrows furrow in confusion, and his head tilts slightly. "WaitâŠyou were scared of telling me?"
A wave of embarrassment rises in you, warm and uncomfortable, spreading from your cheeks to your chest. You nod slowly.
"A single mom with a one year old and a dad who isn't in the picture isn't exactly someone that guys are racing to date," you say softly, glancing Looking down at the bouquet now in your hands. You nervously play with a small daisy between your fingers.
The thought of dating had honestly intimidated you, filling you with a mix of nervousness and uncertainty. Yet, something about Travis felt different; reassuring and genuine. He made you feelâŠsafe.
Travis gently pulls you closer, his hand resting firmly on the small of your back as the plastic wrap around the flowers crinkles softly against your chest. "I'm not running away," he whispers, his voice steady. "You're my girlfriendâŠI'll always run to you."
Your head snaps up in surprise, eyes widening as you process his words. "What?"
Now it's Travis's turn to avert his gaze, his eyes drifting down to focus on the pale pinks, purples, and yellows between you. "I know we haven't officially put a name on itâŠb-but I thought you were my girlfriend," he admits quietly.
You nod your head softly, blinking away tears that threaten to spill over. "Yeah⊠yeah. I'm your girlfriend," you whisper, voice trembling.
In that moment, with the cartoons playing loudly from the TV behind you and Lucy's giggles echoing nearby, you feel yourself melting into his reassuring embrace.
Travisâs hand slowly trails up and down your back, palm warm and steady against your spine, as he softly asks, âCan I meet her now? Please?â His voice has a childlike innocence that makes you smile.
Pulling away gently, you take his hand in yours, giving it a tender squeeze before leading him into the apartment. Your first stop is the kitchen, where you carefully place the flowers on the counter for you to tend to later.
"I'm nervous," Travis whispers, his voice so quiet it makes you giggle softly.
"She's a year old, so it doesn't take much to please her," you reassure him, knowing she would fall in love with him easily.
"But I read that one year olds are very emotionally mature, they're astute on how they feel about people," he adds, nervously
His words make you pause and look up at him. "You read about it?"
Travis blushes, stopping at the table so you can pause Lucy's show. "I saw her on your lock screen, and I figured she was important to you. I was hoping I'd be meeting her soon, so I wanted to be prepared," he says casually, shrugging his shoulders as if what he just said wasn't possibly the sweetest thing you've ever heard.
You could honestly cry right there, as you watched your boyfriend awkwardly sway from one foot to the other.
Grabbing his shirt, you swiftly crash your lips against his in a brief, impulsive kiss before pulling away. A lovesick smile spread across his face as he watched you pause the TV.
"Hey, baby," you say softly, gently lifting Lucy out of her chair. Her small lip wobbles as she points a chubby finger toward the paused screen. "You wanna meet a new friend?" You exaggerate the excitement in your voice, hoping to lift her spirits and distract her from the lack of Bluey.
Lucy nods slowly, her face softening into a gentle smile as you shift her onto your hip, her tiny hands clutching your shoulder. You walk back over to Travis, feeling the warmth of her body against your side. As expected, Lucy presses her face into your neck, her dirty blonde curls tickling against your cheek, her little breaths fluttering in your neck
"She gets a little shy at first," you explain softly as you turn her towards him. "This is Lucy!" She peeks out cautiously, her large brown eyes looking at him with curiosity.
"Hi Lucy, I'm Travis," he greets her, offering a shy smile.
Lucy thoughtfully rubs her face with the back of her hand, then lifts her head to study the man in front of her. After a moment, she gives him a little smile.
"You want Travis to watch Bluey with you while I finish dinner?" you ask, bouncing her just a little, her face brightening up at the idea
She nods vigorously, reaching out with both arms stretched towards Travis.
"Wait--" you start to say, but before you finish, Travis awkwardly catches her in his arms.
"Not sure I"be ever held a one year old," he mumbles as he shifts her onto his hip. His movements are tentative, trying to mirror the way you were holding her. His face shows a mix of fear and concentration, clearly worried about making any sudden movement, as if one false move would make her shatter.
You laugh gently, reassuring him, "They're almost indestructible at this age, don't worry. She's always hurting herself."
That seems to ease the worry from his creased brow, but it doesn't change the way she's snuggly held against him. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make your heart flutter to see her so content.
Travis carefully sits down on the couch, gently positioning Lucy on his lap. As you turn Bluey back on, she begins to squirm in his arms, reaching eagerly for the toys piled in a corner of the room.
"Wanna play, Lulu?" The nickname rolled off his tongue with ease, making you smile to yourself.
The moment he set her down on the carpeted floor, your daughter quickly toddled over to the shelf where the Bluey figures are kept. She clutches the figures close to her chest as she flops down on the floor.
"She enjoys live theatre as she watches on the big screen." You explain with a chuckle as you hand Travis the remote, then turn back to finish preparing dinner.
After a few minutes of standing at the stove, you hear Lucy begin to babble loudly, her voice rising in excitement, followed by the sound of plastic figures clattering to the floor as she tries to grasp as many as she can hold. You glance back, away from the pot of cheesy noodles to look into the living room.
Lucy is carefully handing each toy to Travis one by one. As he accepts each toy, she starts to babble, as if she's trying to explain each dog to him in her own language.
"Yeah, yeah, I got you," Travis replies, with a gentle smile, listening attentively.
Periodically, a clear, joyful shout of "Mama! Mama!" escapes her lips as she happily points toward the kitchen.
"Mama is making dinner right now for us," he gently explains, smiling and nodding as she repeats her cheerful exclamation. "YeahâŠI like Mama a lot, too," he adds warmly.
By the time dinner is ready, Travis and Lucy are both seated comfortably on her play mat, with Lucy giggling loudly at the amusing voices Travis makes while playing with her toys.
"I hope mac and cheese is okay," you say as you scoop Lucy into your arms, and Travis follows you into the small kitchen.
"Oh, awesome! Who doesn't like mac and cheese?" he responds enthusiastically, sitting down at the table once he makes sure you got Lucy in her high chair, okay.
After dinner, Travis immediately offered to wash the dishes, before you even had a chance to take them to the sink. You initially protested; you were never good at accepting helpâhe was the guest, after all, and it was your job to clean the dishes. However, your boyfriend is possibly even more stubborn than you, and after much pleading, you give up. You decided to let him handle the cleanup while you changed Lucy into her soft polka-dotted jammies.
When you returned to the living room, Travis was sitting on the couch, completely absorbed in watching Bluey alone on the TV.
He looked up at you, "This Bluey guy is on to some good sh-stuff," he said, stuttering slightly over the swear he was going to say. His correction made you smile.
He scoots over on the couch, making enough space for the two of you to sit comfortably. You step right in his line of vision, fully capturing his attention away from the cartoon playing on the screen.
"I hate to ask, but I'm rarely alone at homeâŠ" You begin quickly, "Could you watch her for a moment while I go pee?" You exhale softly, almost unaware of the breath you had been holding. Travis nods, stretching his arms out to cradle the small, fuzzy bundle of Lucy.
You were gone for maybe five minutes. When you return, you find Lucy curled up on his chest, her eyelids heavy with sleep. Travis is gently stroking her hair, a look of pure wonder on his face as he watches her peaceful expression.
Quietly, you settle down at his feet, tilting your head slightly with a gentle smile. "And to think⊠You were worried she wouldn't like you," your hand absentmindedly running up and down the back of his calf, feeling the slight tension of his muscle. "You might just be her new favorite person."
"I can be very charming," he replies with a playful wink, the lamp light catching his eyes as he looks down at you.
With a contented sigh, you rest your head against his knee, the exhaustion from the day settling into your bones. One of Travis's large hands begins to massage the back of your head, fingers gentle in your hair, as if this were a familiar, comforting routine for the three of you. The faint sound of the TV mingled with the pressure from his fingertips, lulling your eyelids towards closing.
You notice yourself starting to feel drowsy, but your eyes fly open as you realize Travis is trapped beneath two sleeping bodies. "I can go put her down." Speaking quietly so you don't wake her up.
"No, no, we're fine," he whispers, his hand gently rubbing her back in a soothing motion.
You stick your lower lip out into a pout, quietly murmuring, "But I wanna cuddle too..."
Travis chuckles warmly, patting the spot on the couch next to him. "Then come join us."
As soon as you sit down, you curl up next to his warm, comforting body as best as you can. Travis instinctively wraps his muscular arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. Your gaze is almost level with Lucy's closed eyes, lashes resting on the apples of her precious little cheeks. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you soak in the peaceful moment. Tenderly, you brush a few stray curls off her face and tuck them behind her ear.
If you had thought back a month ago about what your life would look like now, you would never have guessed that you'd be happily dating, let alone have a boyfriend who's already met your daughter. This just felt right; it felt like coming home. Sitting there on the couch with Lucy's peaceful face and Travis's steady, comforting presence, you never felt so lucky.
After that night, Travis started coming by for dinner more often; he didn't stay the night, but he would often stay until you were dozing off on the couch, the soft glow of the television flickering off your face as he held you. It was easy to slip into the happy-family routine with him. Yet, sometimes a flicker of worry would cross your mind. You didn't want him to think it was his obligation to take care of you or Lucy. You didn't need him; of course, you loved being with him and enjoyed seeing him so much more than before.
Still, you had heard plenty of speeches from your friends who had experienced similar situations, and you knew how this would often play out in the end. You didn't want to face that heartbreak; you definitely didn't want Lucy to go through that kind of pain either.
It was a quiet, calm evening. You had made spaghetti, one of Lucy's favorite foods to eat wear. The smell of garlic and tomato sauce filled the apartment.
"You like wearing your spaghetti, Lulu-bean?" Travis asked your daughter with a playful grin, laughing softly at the way she had somehow managed to get red sauce tangled in her hair.
Putting down your fork, you straightened up to get up from the table and grab something to start cleaning her face with, but Travis was quicker.
"Finish eatin', Muffin, I got this," he said casually, as if cleaning face smudges was another part of your routine.
You watched him stand up from the table, gathering his and Lucy's empty plates and setting them by the sink.
"I'll start on those after I'm done cleaning off the little monkey," Travis said, his face breaking into a wide, affectionate smile. She turned to the adorable, giggling girl, who clapped her small hands together with delight. Sitting back down on a creaky chair, he takes the damp washcloth and gently begins wiping your baby's chubby cheeks. When Lucy started to fuss and squirm, Travis immediately started making silly noises, lip smacking, and silly voices that made her burst into giggles.
"There's my smiley girl!" he cooed softly, leaning to clean some sauce out of her curls carefully.
A smile spreads across your face as you watch the tender scene unfold. If every evening could be like thisâwith laughter and love filling the room, maybe things would turn out okay.
Travis gets up, ruffling Lucy's curls as he walks back to the sink and begins washing.
"Y-you don't have to do that!" you stutter, joining him at the sink. "I mean, it's not your jobâŠ"
He turns to look at you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But I want to."
You left Travis to clean the kitchen so you could give Lucy her bath. When the two of you came into the living room in her favorite pair of pajamas (which also matched yours), Travis was waiting with open arms.
Lucy ran up to the couch, and he scooped her up, kissing her cheek repeatedly before sitting her on his lap.
You smiled, sitting comfortably next to them, Travis' eyes widening with surprise as he noticed your pajamas matched Lucy's.
"Oh my God, this is the cutest thing I've ever seen!!" he exclaimed happily, leaning over to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.
"I'm sorry we haven't gone out on like a proper date in months," you mumbled, eyes glued to the TV as you flipped through the channels. It was easier to look at whatever was playing than to meet your boyfriend's big puppy dog eyes.
Travis tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowing quizzically. "What do ya mean you're sorry? I love being here with you two," he said sincerely.
"But wouldn't you rather be out going places than just playing house?" you asked, your voice dripping with insecurities that you struggled to hide. You looked at him, feeling the nerves tighten in your chest.
"Why would I want to bother with getting dressed up and dealing with other people when I can sit here in a comfy home with my girls in their adorable matching jammies?" he responded, fingers tickling Lucy's belly as she let out a loud, quickly tucking her head under his chin.
A wave of emotion welled up inside you; he truly cherished this simplicity. He loved these quiet, boring evenings filled with the messy joy of spaghetti stains on a one-year-old and fuzzy matching pajamas. He enjoyed washing the dishes after dinner, tidying up after you, and all the little chores in an apartment that wasn't even his officially.
There wasn't another man out there like Travis. He could've left at any moment, choosing to just l ghost you, much like the stories your friends told. But he stayed. He stayed because he truly cared, because he wanted just to be there, as he had said. He had no idea just how lucky you feltâhow the universe, for some reason, had chosen Travis to come into your life, and how Travis had chosen you in return
can you write something to do with steve and reader making out đ„șđ„ș
omg anon i struggled with this, i havenât written a making out/smidge bit smutty fic in so long so i hope you enjoy thisđ
warnings: making out/mention of reader having vagina/itâs a bit smutty like a wee bit/more like some foreplay??
word count: 1.2k
iâve proof read this so many times i feel like im going insane so if thereâs any mistakes i missed im sorryđ
These past 18 months had been tough for many reasons. Yes, there was the relentless military quarantine shit, and yes, the constant threat from Vecna lurking in the unknown that all of you were unable to find. However, the only thing on your mind right now was your boyfriend and how much you missed him. Being with the others almost nonstop left little room for private moments between you two. You desperately needed some Steve, and you needed it now.
Today was one of those days when you decided to bring Steve lunch. As you glanced at the clock above the green kitchen counter, you let out a bored sigh. It wasnât really time to leave yet, but God, you ached to see him, and you wanted to make it special.
If you had to guess, he was probably alone in the booth, Robin visiting Vickie at the hospital. Steve always gave her the first break, which meant you and him could have a few more precious moments together. This was one of those days where the extra time was needed...
Changing quickly, you put on one of Steveâs favorite skirts, the high slit always making his eyes glued to your legs.
You felt giddy as you confidently opened the building's door, your heeled boots softly clicking on the worn wooden floorboards as you stepped inside.
Immediately, you knew exactly where Steve would be: seated behind the soundproof booth, headphones slung around his neck, focusing hard on not messing up Robinâs delicate system.
First, you watched him through the glass of the booth, smiling softly as you admired your pretty boyfriend at work. The way his eyebrows knit together, creating a slight crease on his forehead, made your heart flutter. All you wanted was to sit in his lap and cover his face with kisses, and so that was your plan.
Quietly, you gently opened the door to the booth, your heels hitting the carpet with a dull thud. You cleared your throat just loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough that the microphone would pick it up.
âHey, sweetheart, whatâs going on?â Steve asked, spinning quickly in his swivel chair, the wheels squeaking softly beneath him. His eyes widened as he noticed the way you slowly made your way toward him, hips swaying with each step, the slit of the skirt moving enough to show off your thigh.
âOh, nothing,â you sighed dramatically, sitting on his lap, your skirt softly resting on his jeans. âI just missed you.â One hand rested naturally on the back of his neck, fingers gently threading through his tousled hair. You leaned in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss on his cheek, the faint scent of his cologne filling the space between you.
âHey, hey, whatâs this?â he asked, feigning innocence, his eyes darting toward the radio controls and the record spinning on the turntable, the needle subtly wavering.
âCâmon Stevie,â you whispered, your fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on his chest through his shirt, feeling his steady breaths rise and fall. âIsnât there a commercial break coming up or something?â
He sighed, glancing at the digital clock, murmuring, âOnce this song is over...â as the melody of American Pie played softly in the background.
âSo basically, you wonât have to talk again for almost 10 minutes?â you grinned mischievously, watching him glance from the screen to you, hunger in his eyes.
Brushing his hair behind his ear, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his face. His skin was warm, with soft stubble brushing against your lips, trailing from his cheek down to his jawline before meeting his lips. His pink, pretty lips invited your slow, tender kiss, just enough to tease before pulling back just a little.
âYouâre so pretty, Stevie,â you whispered, bumping your nose against his and pressing foreheads together, gazing lustfully into his hazel eyes.
He knew this wasnât the right moment, that Robin could be back at any minute... but your fingers felt so good brushing the back of his neck and your thighs looked so irresistible and soft in that skirt.
âHoneyââ Steve began, struggling to ignore the growing throb in his pants, his cheeks flushing a slight pink. You cut him off with a messy kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth, swiping across his teeth.
Steve knew he lost as he melted into your embrace, his head tilting back slightly into your hand, long eyelashes fluttering. His fingers pressed into your waist as you gently tugged at his hair, eliciting a soft moan into your mouth.
You were starving for him; it had been too long. If he werenât in the booth, you wouldâve already had him stripped. Instead, you stayed on his lap, shifting to straddle him, skirt be damned. Steveâs hips jerked slightly as your panties rubbed against his pants, while your tongue brushed against his.
You pulled back briefly to catch your breath, pressing your foreheads together to steady yourself, while your hand fiddled with the V-shape collar of his shirt. Looking down, you saw a patch of chest hair peeking out from the fabric, making you lick your lips hungrily.
âLike what you see, babydoll?â he asked, his voice laced with lust, holding your chin gently to keep your eyes locked onto his gaze. âMy eyes are up here,â he teased, a smirk playing on his lips, causing a blush spread across your cheeks.
âOh, shut up,â you groaned, your fingers curling into his chest hair. Noses bump gently, both of you panting softly, exchanging dazed, longing looks. Without hesitation, you moved into each other again, your lips pressing against his in a slow, teasing kiss. Steve groaned into your mouth, his hand squeezing your waist firmly as his head rested against the wall of the booth, exposing his neck. You leaned in to kiss the side of his neck, lips grazing each freckle on his tan skin, then slowly pushed your lips back to meet his mouth, teasing and tasting.
Steveâs hand rested on your thigh, fingertips pressing softly into your skin. You gently sucked on his bottom lip, tugging it without just enough pressure until it popped back into place. He gasped, chest rising and falling with each pant. Feeling both confident and in control, you watched Steve trembling beneath you, his fingers digging into your flesh as he moaned softly.
His hand rubbed your inner thigh as you started to rock against him, hips moving back and forth. You wanted him now, right here, in this booth. Youâd even dry hump him in these clothes if you had to. You could feel him hard and pressed under the denim of his pants, your chest pressed against his. You pulled away briefly to catch your breath, a whimper slipping out as his jeans rubbed against your clothed pussy just right.
Quickly, Steveâs large hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly to hold you tight. You stopped your movements, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He pressed a finger to your parted lips as you pouted, âNot yet, dirty girl. Itâs almost time for my break. Robin will be here any minute.â
You looked down, blinking slowly to bat your lashes at him, the faint glint of lust lighting up your eyes. A wicked smile curled on your lips as you softly kissed his earlobe, the warmth of your breath sending a shiver down his neck. âIâm going to make this break your best one yet, Steve Harrington.â
I saw someone say art teacher!reader x gym/health teacher!steve and as someone studying to become an art teacher this is a need. I need to have steve harrington go into the art studio to get a banner done up. It would be so cute and maybe spark smth more? Who knowssss
hii iâm sorry this is so late, iâve been going through it so bad but iâm so glad i finished this. i hope you enjoy!
gif cred: x
warnings: none?? just cute talk and nervousness
word count: 2.5k
It was another late evening in the quiet classroom, the glow of the dim light over your desk casting shadows on the wall. The new softball team needed a banner by Monday, so thatâs how you were spending your Friday night. You didnât mind it completely; itâs not like you had anything else to do so it was a welcome distraction. You could also work on the banner at home, but it was easier to get most of the work done here surrounded by your supplies and no distractions like tv before taking it home for any finishing touches. Thinking you were alone, aside from the janitor who was probably still roaming the halls, you softly hummed to yourself as you carefully painted each letter.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps entering the room made you gasp. Whipping your head towards the door, you saw Steve Harrington, the baseball coach, or âCoach Steveâ as the kids called him, standing in the doorway with some books under his arm, his eyebrows raised as he looked at you sheepishly.
âIâm-Iâm sorry I didn't mean to scare you.â he stammered as he stood in front of your desk, rubbing the back of his neck, as he nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His suit looked slightly too big, the shoulders sitting loose, and the fabric gathered awkwardly at the sleeves. However, somehow you found it endearing; the tie around his neck unloosened, and the top few buttons of his shirt was undone revealing just a bit of his chestâŠand chest hair. It was the first time you had seen him after hours, and youâd be lying if you said you werenât staring a little too long.
âNo, no, itâs okay! I just thought I was alone here.â you explained, nervously chewing on the end of the paintbrush in your hand, yellow paint staining your fingers.
âI thought I was too,â Steve chuckled warmly, a soft smile across his lips. âI saw the light on and figured it was just left on, so I was coming in to turn it off.â He shoved his hands into the pockets of his dress pants, and leaned onto his tiptoes to get a better look at the colorful banner on your desk.
âYou like it?â You sat straight in your chair, adjusting from your bent over posture so he could get a better look at your work.
He smiled as he walked around the desk and stood next to you, eyes gleaming with admiration. âI love it!â Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. Before looking quizzically at the paint smudged on your fingers. âI always thought the kids did these though?â
A blush spread across your cheeks as you hesitated over your reply, âWell, they do part of it, yes, but the first time we tried something like this, Principal Higgins complained that it looked tooâŠchildish,â you explained nervously, fully expecting him to think youâre insane for doing all this.
âButâŠthey are children.â he responded, shaking his head with a scoff. âHiggins is an idiot.â
You giggled, âOh, I know, now the kids do part of the work like here and there.â Pointing to specific objects on the banner, like balls, bats, and letters. âDepending on the banner,â You continued, âIâll tell them to paint whatever they want on the actual banner; other times I give them a specific prompt like âbaseball,â and they do it on their own individual papers.â
Steve looked at you, stunned and slightly confused. âThen you do what? Copy it?â he joked, not expecting you to nod your head slowly.
âYeah, I copied it onto the banner the best I could.â
JesusâŠâ he muttered, running a hand through his thick, dark hair. It was obvious he put some product in it to tame his wild hair when he was at work. There were only a few times you saw Coach Steve without his hair goop. âIf I knew it caused you all this trouble, I never wouldâve asked for the banner.â
âOh no no!â you stammered, not wanting to make him feel bad. âI do it because I want the kids to see their work displayed somewhere. It might not be a museum, but when you see something you made hanging for people to seeâŠit feels good.â As you explained, you could feel your face flush in embarrassment. Did this make you sound completely insane? You always thought of it as being encouraging to your students; maybe it was a little overboard.
Steve stood there quietly; his quiet gaze making your racing thoughts even worse. He looked at you rather quizzically for a moment. His golden brown eyes carefully scanning over your face, making you want to hide even more than you did before.
âDid you go to Hawkins High?â His question caught you off guard. Of all the things he couldâve asked right now, this? Really? You were just trying to finger-paint softball bats to match the designs your elementary students made, and you admitted to doing this for hours after work in your free time. Is he asking if you went to school here?
âNo, I grew up in Indianapolis. Iâd never been to Hawkins until I got this job,â you explained, voice steady despite your nerves. âA friend of mine told me that they didn't have an art teacher here, I thought that was awful, so I went looking for a job.â
He nodded his head slowly, âYeah, I mean, in the two years Iâve been here, they havenât had one. I think only the high school has consistently had one.â
âA lot of people don't care about art; it doesn't get a lot of funding, especially in towns like this. Itâs all-â You paused, realizing you would be complaining to the coach of just about any sports at this school about the money he gets to do his job.
âSports,â Steve spoke up, finishing your sentence, âHiggins doesn't give a damn about anything besides sports and winning. He wants me to push the kids harder to win, but theyâre just kids. None of this matters; itâs all for fun. No one gets a scholarship to college because of what sport they played in the third grade.â
He had to be one of the most understanding men youâve met in your relatively short teaching career. Most coaches and gym teachers were usually the biggest assholes, with no respect for art. Saw no need to teach it; just didn't care. But Steve was different; he seemed almost ashamed that he earned more and that things were just so much easier for his kids than for yours.
âGirlsâ sports are kind of similar,â he mused aloud. You looked up from your work, shocked that it even crossed his mind. âIt was probably easy for me to talk Higgins into starting a softball team because he liked that the baseball team won the championships last year. I honestly don't even understand why the girls have to play softball. I first asked him flat out why there wasn't a girlsâ baseball team. My kids kept coming up to me during class asking about it, and it made me realize I had no answer for them.â
Your eyes widened as you listened; you had never heard of a coach who cared this much about involving every student in their favorite sports. Even in the city, this much dedication to the kids was rare. âI can just picture how red his face got when you asked about girls in baseball.â you remarked with a laugh.
Steve chuckled; the warm sound was music to your ears. âOh yeah, he got all puffed up about it, ranting about how itâs Americaâs sports and blah blah. I mentioned, âWell, half of the Americans are women, sir.ââ
The image of Higgins' lips pinched together in anger, made you smile down at your work. It didn't even have to be mentioned in the story, you could vividly picture him: his wrinkled face turning bright shade of red, sweat gathering on his furrowed brow.
âSo we compromised on softball, which I still think is stupid, and I don't get why it can't just be a girlsâ baseball team, but whatever. The kids will be happy, and that's what matters.â He finished his story with a cute little nod of the head and a proud smile.
âThose girls will remember what you did for them,â you said quietly, your voice full of genuine respect. His eyes sparkled with that same warm glow as he smiled. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you returned his smile. The last thing you needed was a crush on this guy, but it was so easy to feel this wayâŠ.Coach Steve was very different from your typical coach.
Clearing your throat, you turned your attention back to the task in front of you. âI never asked why youâre here so late,â you said, trying to sound casual
You werenât even paying close enough attention to notice that he had moved from standing right beside your chair to quietly scooting one of the studentsâ chairs into the spot where he had been standing.
âWhat are youââ you began to ask, watching as Steve removed his jacket and draped it over a nearby chair. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his tan forearms, and slipped his loose tie completely off his head to toss it onto the chair.
âYouâre doing this for my team, Iâm making you stay late, so I should help,â he said as he sat down, settling down beside you. His shoulders gently brushing against yours as he spoke. âI have the artistic talent of a third grader; might as well put it to good use.â
Giggling, you pushed some of the bright multicolored toward him. âWell, you can finger paint or use a brush. Whichever you prefer.â
Thinking for a moment, Steveâs lips curled into a mischievous smile as he reached for the set of finger paints. âFinger paint, he declared with a childlike glint in his eyes. The excitement in his voice made you laugh.
âOkay, just don't get too carried away,â you warned, thinking of how many times you had told your students the same thing.
You continued working on the banner's background, painting a streak of bright yellow across the page as Steve dipped his fingers into the little containers of paint.
âYou never answered my question,â you nudged him ligfhtly with your shoulder. âWhy were you here so late?â
Steveâs cheeks began to flush a little as he avoided your gaze. âItâs kinda dumb, but I was reading this book I got at the library about women in baseball,â he admitted shyly. His fingers brushed over the banner, leaving little purple stars.
Before you could ask a follow-up question, he was already explaining, âMy friend Robin suggested that I learn about some women in sports and that itâs helpful for kids to find someone to look up to that's like them. I couldnt think of one woman who ever played professionally, but Iâm not exactly the brightest, so of course Robin would be the one to know.â
You frowned at the way Steve spoke about himself, âWell, I guess weâre both not bright because I donât know any women in baseball either.â
He began to happily rattle on about what he had learned, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. âSo during the Second World War, since there werenât a lot of men, they had women playing to keep the sport alive.â
It surprised you how much he truly cared about these kids, going above and beyond what any coach would normally do.
âThese girls are going to love hearing about this.â you said softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. âI donât think any coach has ever cared this much.â
Steveâs eyes cast down with embarrassment, âIt just seemed like the right thing to do, I dunno.â He nervously rubbed his cheek, not thinking of the paint that was on his fingers. Now there was a purple smudge on his face.
You giggled as you looked up, noticing the bright color on his face. âOh no!!â
His eyes widened when he realized what he had done, and your laughter grew louder. Before you could react, he swiped a cold, wet, purple finger across your cheek, making you shriek in surprise. âHey!!â
âNow we match!â Nodding with a pleased smile, he admired the way the purple highlighted your eyes, making them even more mesmerizing.
Fiddling with the brush in your fingers, you quickly pressed it against his opposite cheek, a mischieveous grin spreading across your face. âYou want to play that game, Harrington?â Painting a quick star shape and then gently booping his nose with the brush.
Steveâs hazel eyes twinkled; he couldnât pretend to be annoyed by the little marks you left on his face. âNow Iâm a walking piece of art!â he delcared happily, and if you had asked if he wouldâve stayed in that classroom with you all night long.
âIf you want to call it that.â You laughed, looking down as you added the final touches to the banner. âOkay, I think we should call it a night. Besides, Iâm going to need to buy more paint for tomorrowâs class.â
Getting up from your chair, you began gathering the brushes and other bits and pieces that were spread across your desk. âThereâs a rag right by you that you can wipe your finââ You were interrupted by the shock of Steve gently painting a sloppy heart onto your bare cheek. âOr you can wipe your fingers on my face.â
The two of you exchanged a look as the silliness of the evening swirled around you, trying your hardest to paint like children, and then painting each other until giggles burst from both of you. You couldnât remember the last time you had this much genuine fun.
âCan I take you to the supplies store?â he suddenly blurted out, still clutching the paint-covered rag, cheeks fliushed.
You paused setting down your things away, and looking at the nervous man. âOh, Steve, you don't have to do that.â Yes, you enjoyed his company, but you also didn't want to take up any more of his time than you already had.
The banner was left to dry on the desk, and the brushes in your hand needed to be rinsed in the sink, but you remained standing in the middle of the room, staring at Steve with wide, curious eyes.
He smiled shyly, glancing down at his shoes for a moment before speaking. âI just thought youâre doing all this extra work because of me, you have to buy extra supplies anyway for students, and I just wanted to helpâŠ.â His eyes met yours, and you smiled softly at him. âItâs the least I can do.â
âItâs a date!â you exclaimed, feeling a mix of butterflies and amusement as you finished tidying up with Coach Steve.
note - i wanna thank @steveharringtons-lonelybraincell for a lot of these ideas! she's the best yall! go check out her stories!
w.c - 1.3k!
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â steveâs favorite holiday used to be christmas. that is, until his parents decided to stop showing up for them. christmas never felt the same again. it was no longer filled with the warmth he always associated it with. he hated that christmas never felt the same, but then he met you.
â steve has a collection of christmas sweaters that he keeps stored away for no one to see. he never had the chance to wear them. as soon as december hit, he was wearing them to every date you guys went on. he even let you take your pick of some. he admires you as you try all them on for size.
â steve pretends to get mad every time you plan a christmas-themed outing with the party. he selfishly wants to spend the whole month with you and you alone. âchristmas is about family, and theyâre basically our little family.â you retort. again, he pretends to be upset, but your sentiment actually floods his chest with warmth.
â steve will eat any dessert, although, his heart is set on the homemade ones you make from scratch. he loves cutting them out into little shapes and icing intricate designs onto the cookies. his brows stay pulled together, biting his lips as he focuses. if one comes out less perfect, he lets out a loud sigh.
â steve loves to dot icing on your face just to get a rise out of you. he loves your soft gasp and fake pout. he knows you know heâs doing it just to be able to kiss it gently off of your skin. this always results in various complaints from the kids.
â steveâs favorite nights consist of you begging him to wear matching pajama pants with you. although, itâs not hard to convince him. one look at him with big puppy dogs eyes and heâs grabbing the pants from your hands with an exasperated sigh.
â steveâs christmas tree growing up was very⊠aesthetically pleasing. white lights, silver and gold tinsel, white ornaments, a boring fluffy tree skirt. he wasnât even allowed to touch it. when he came over to your house, he was dumbstruck by your tree. faded rainbow colored lights, perfectly imperfect ornaments that came from various grandparents, some made by hand from when you were a kid. he looked at each ornament like it was a piece of gold. your entire life lining the tree.
â steve was quick to pounce on the opportunity when you asked to craft new ornaments for the tree. the thought of having his own piece on it making his heart swell. he was very meticulous, treating it like the most precious thing in the world. he had chosen to print out a picture of you two in matching christmas sweaters. he glued glitter and other decorations onto it, perfectly imperfect.
â steve stood like a proud dad looking at his precious ornament hanging on your tree. it was starting to feel like his, too. when you came into the room with the star he was overcome with emotion. he let you use his shoulders as a ladder as you delicately placed the star on top of the tree. finally, christmas had warmth again.
â steve is a really good gift giver. he takes so much time to plan and pick out the perfect gifts for you. he stresses himself out over it. when he finally has the gift, heâs very bad at keeping it from you. heâs always trying to convince you to open it early, heâs always trying to drop hints as to what it is. you try to tell him over and over again that itâll ruin the magic of it on christmas day, but he still does it.
â steve always feels guilty receiving gifts, thinking he doesnât deserve it. heâll always repeat how you didnât have to get him anything, how you were more than enough for christmas. when he opens your gifts he goes all mushy inside, his heart about to burst at the seams. he canât believe someone would be so thoughtful, that someone loved him enough to.
â steve insists on weekly christmas movie nights with everyone. theyâre always overwhelming, always overstimulating. a hot chocolate is usually always spilt, a candy cane usually always left stuck to the table. something about it though makes steve feel incredibly grateful. heâs happy to have his people surrounding him.
â steve loves christmas lights. heâs always suggesting going on night drives around the rich neighborhoods to see how beautifully lit the houses are. he mutters insults under his breath if someoneâs house isnât decked in lights. he brings you along almost every night, the kids come sometimes too. christmas music is always blaring through the speakers as the lights sparkle. when youâve seen all the houses hawkins has to offer, steve drives out of town to see more.
â steve wants to see you everyday of the month. when youâre around, christmas feels like christmas again. if thereâs a night you canât come sleep in his bed, heâs convincing you to let him sleep in yours. the late nights together always end up in conversations about how christmas will be when you two have your own family. suddenly, the future looks bright.
â steve vows to never let his kids feel alone on christmas like he did. he decides it the second you discuss it. he will never be too busy, he will never be away, he will never be too tired. the magic isnât in santa claus or presents. the magic is in the people who make it. steve wants to make it for his babies, for you.
â steve hangs a mistletoe and makes sure he walks under it with you every chance he gets. you pretend to be annoyed, but you canât help but break into a soft smile when he presses a sweet kiss on your lips. he wonât let you break the rules of the mistletoe, ever. he tells you he wants to leave it up all year. you giggle at that.
â steve cries on christmas eve. the kids do a gift exchange, sweet and thoughtful presents being passed around. steve loses it when he opens a gift that you and dustin picked out for him. itâs a watch to replace that one that got broken when steve and dustin roughhoused too hard. steve tries to cover his face to shield his tear-ridden eyes from the group. you canât help but hug him.
â steve doesnât want to let go of you that night. the two of you stay up until the sun rises. you tell him stories of your past christmases, family traditions, your favorite gifts youâve received. he canât help but admire you as you reflect. he may have had some rocky christmases, but right now, the christmases to come seem more hopeful.
â steve finally gets to see you open the gifts heâs been so excited about. he studies your reactions, chuckles when you hug him excitedly, kisses your cheek when you get emotional over one. he picked out a beautiful bracelet and had the inside engraved. âi love you, my magic girl. - sâ you canât help but breakdown into tears. you sit for a while, holding each other.
â steve doesnât even notice when it starts snowing, but heâs quick to pull you to your feet. he tells you to bundle up. he makes you wear a t-shirt, his hoodie and then another puffer jacket on that. not to mention, three layers of pants. when heâs convinced both of you will stay warm, he pulls you outside. you both bask in the new christmas day snow. you have snowball fights, make snow angels, make a snow man. steve uses his gloved finger to write your initials side by side in the powder.
â correction, christmas is definitely steveâs favorite holiday again, thanks to you.
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a/n - thank u guys so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed! merry christmas!
again, thank you @steveharringtons-lonelybraincell for helping me with this i love u girl
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love at first... movie rental? - your wedding day makes you think back to how you and steve fell in love.
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w.c - 1.6k (sorry its short again)
sometimes you could admit when you were wrong. you could admit if you had taken something too far, when you said things you didnât mean. you regretted it, admitted you were wrong and apologized. thatâs what you two had built. a relationship where it was easy to say âiâm sorryâ and even easier to forgive the other.
tonight, however, you werenât in the apologizing mood. the argument had been stupid. at this point, you couldnât even recall what started it. maybe it was just built up frustration from the day and you used one another to get it out.
maybe it was the way that steve was one of the most stubborn people you had ever met, but you just happened to be worse. admitting you were wrong after such a stupid fight seemed to be the hardest thing youâve ever done.
however, you found a different way to apologize, no words necessary.
well, except for some dirty ones youâd whisper in his ear.
steve was already sat up on the bed. his back was pressed against the wooden backboard, his hair wet and messy from the shower. he read the back of a book that you had on your nightstand as he waited patiently for you to climb into bed.
finally, the bathroom door connected to the bedroom opened. the soft light illuminated you and his eyes barley focused before he saw the lace hugging your curves. you were sporting a mini dress that was almost see-through. the cloth ended just on your upper thigh, your legs exposed to the air conditioned air.
steveâs words seemed to catch in his throat as his eyes scanned your figure slowly. up and down, and again two more times. he noticed how your nipples were slightly visible through the fabric. his mouth went dry, his jaw dropping slightly.
a small giggle bubbled in your throat as you made your way over to the bed. it seemed as if any anger that steve had carried from the argument had floated away the second he saw your little outfit.
you fell onto your stomach being sure to arch your back slightly. you huffed out as if youâd been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders the whole day. the silence remained as his eyes continued to bore into you.
soon, you felt the warmth of his hand trail up your back as he examined you.
finally, he spoke.
âwow, baby,â is all he managed at first, âwhereâd you get this pretty outfit?â he huffed out.
âoh, this old thing?â you sighed, rolling onto your back. his eyes fell to your breasts again.
he seemed flustered by your confidence, but he also seemed like he couldnât believe you were this close to him. you seemed to precious, too sexy, too perfect.
his hand rested on your side, his thumb rubbing torturous shapes. you spotted the bulge that had grown in his sweatpants in a span of a minute. the sight caused your thighs to squeeze together.
âis this to make up for the fight?â he asked softly, leaning down and brushing his lips against your ear.
ây-yes,â you shivered. the confidence you just carries fading away as he got closer.
you felt him smirk against your skin. âitâs working, youâre such a brat.â
his words inflicted a small whine to leave your lips, your back arching off the bed. he chuckled in response.
âyeah? aww, baby,â he cooed, âyouâre so pretty. all dressed up for me. gonna fuck you in this pretty dress.â
his lips attached to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. heat flooded your core and you knew the lacy panties you at meticulously picked out were already ruined. your hands went frantic to find something to grab onto. one landed in his wet hair, the other on the sleeve of his worn t-shirt.
steve moved in a swift movement and landed in between your legs. he pressed his hard-on into your core. the feeling made you both breathe out in relief. your hips involuntarily began to move in desperate need of friction.
he didnât stop you and soft groans began to leave his lips. you pulled him down by the back of his head and connected your lips so you could catch the pretty noises with your mouth.
your hips began to move more sloppily, the wetness your body had created now rubbing off onto his clothing. he now sported a dark grey spot on the front of his sweats.
âbaby- ah- gonna come right now if you donât slow down,â he pleaded into your mouth.
when you didnât slow down, his strong hands gently pinned your hips against the mattress. sweat had already began to form on his forehead, his breath uneven and heavy. his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked down at you.
your hands slowly ran up his shirt, sliding it off over his head. you threw it on the floor where it was soon forgotten about. you pushed down his sweatpants next were you soon discovered that he was boxer-less.
his cock was long and thick, already leaking. your eyes traveled from it up to his eyes. you batted your lashes at him.
âalways so hard for me.â you teased.
âyouâre so fucking sexy.â
he leaned down and met you in a hungry kiss again, like if he didnât this moment would end and heâd never get to experience it again.
you felt his fingers rub over the wet spot on your panties. a slight gasp left your lips as the pad of his finger trailed over your already swollen clit.
âand so ready for me,â he murmured.
your slight nod was all he needed. he slowly pushed your panties to the side, not wanting to take them off of you. his tongue peaked through his lips as he stared down at you. he couldnât help but lean down to give your clit a quick kiss.
before he could come back up, he felt your hand push his head back down. a chuckle left his lips.
âwant me to taste you, baby?â he licked his lips again.
âmhm, feels so good.â
your hips moved slightly as you waited. he smirked again, and his lips attached to your clit once more. the sensation caused your head to fall back onto the soft pillows. steveâs lips worked as he suckled on the bud for a moment, before moving his tongue against your wet folds.
your eyes met his, he was already staring up at you. the view of him in between your legs caused you to pulse. steve felt it against his lips, and he hummed softly against you. you felt it all throughout your body and your mouth fell open.
he loved eating you out. he would do it all day, if he could. he loved seeing what reactions he could get out of you just by using your mouth.
then, he remembered something. he moved away and crawled back up to you. you whined in protest.
âwhyâd you stop?â you pouted.
ââcause i remembered, you were the brat today. and quite frankly, baby. iâm dying over here.â his cock twitched. âneed you so fuckinâ badâ
you bit your lip in response and spread your legs a bit more for you. he chuckled and lowered himself towards you. his tip found your entrance before he slowly pushed into you.
his eyes watched you intently as you reacted to him filling you. he made you feel so full, you could feel him everywhere.
you could feel one hand using your hip as an anchor, the other one holding the lace to the side. you could feel his lips trailing sloppily against your jawline and down to your neck. you could feel him buried inside of you.
soon, a soft moan left your lips. thatâs when his thrusts started. in and out, in and out. slow at first, but each noise you made motivated his hips to snap faster. you were making sounds you didnât even know you could make.
âlove when you moan for me- fuck. so pretty, baby.â he praised.
your hands desperately grasped onto his wrists, needing a grounding touch. his hands were quick to grab yours, intertwining your fingers. he reached up and pinned them above your head. your nails dug into the back of his hands, your back arched incredibly high off the bed, obscenities flew from your tongue.
still, steve pounded into you. his forehead pressed against yours, his mouth hung open as he panted. the coil in your stomach was growing tighter with each thrust, willing to break any second. steve knew by the way the noises stopped. the way your eyebrows furrowed into each other.
âgonna come for me, pretty girl? youâre doing so good.â he rambled.
âneed to come steve, enh- can i come?â
âyes, yes, baby. come on my cock. taking me so good, princess.â
your body shook from the permission and your walls squeezed around him. a long groan left his lips, but you could barley hear it. you could only focus on the tension in your belly snapping as you came. your orgasm was strong. waves of pleasure crashed over you as your body shook.
steve kept snapping his hips as you rode out the pleasure, his eyes watching you in awe as you came apart around him. just the sight of you was enough to send him over the edge too. he mumbled praises to you as he came.
when you finally got pulled back to reality, you felt steve crash onto your chest. both of your chests rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath.
he looked up at you, lips swollen, his cheeks flushed.
âdo you forgive me?â you asked in between breaths.
all me managed was a weak smile. âafter that? i think so.
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a/n hope you enjoyed! again, im so sorry it's on the shorter side.
Hey saw your post about being in the car and what about a Steve x reader oneshot where the reader was self absorbed and things felt too hectic for her and she brought up a break just for a bit and the talk ends in a break up cause Steve's not willing to have a break. Either they're in it together or maybe they'll meet down the road.
And then she realized the next day\week this want what she wanted and he's very patient, still hurt, and they figure it out?
Sorry this is kind of late, once I got home I got sick sođ but here it is!
warnings: none really?? just angst
After the âfireâ at the mall, things didnât feel right to you. Okay, maybe it was the nightmares about being trapped there, or perhaps it was about that huge monster that wrecked the place. Or maybe it was the stress of figuring out what to do with your life, or all of the aboveâwhatever it was, things were tough for you. You felt like you were sinking, and something had to change, something had to be done. Maybe things wouldnât feel so suffocating if you'd spoken about it, if you'd told anyone, but you didnât. Even when your boyfriend, Steve, tried to get you to open up, you refused.
It made things difficult, it made you isolate. It made Steve feel like you didnât trust him. Why couldnât you open up to him like he opens up to you? It was always a two-way street in his mind.
Instead, you kept it all inside, letting it stew and stew. Until one day, the answer to your problems hit you.
You needed a break from Steve. It was just too much. You couldnât handle it, and a boyfriend wasnât going to fix this.
It was as if your mind went on autopilot. You were outside of yourself, watching as you and Steve sat down at your favorite park spotâthe same place for picnics, the same spot where he told you he loved you under the stars. That special spot was where Steve had asked to meet you that afternoon. He had noticed something was wrong and just wanted to sit with you, showing heâs always there. In that very place, you told Steve you needed a break.
âWhat??â His eyebrows furrowed, trying to make sure he heard you right. He couldn't believe his earsâyou're the girl of his dreams, the girl he sees a future with, the girl who motivates him to be betterâfor you and himself.
You repeated, âI want to take a break."
Your cool voice sent a shiver down Steveâs spine. Something was off. This wasn't the girl he knew. You loved him, right? This relationship meant more?
âWhy?â He croaked, swallowing hard to try and hold in the tears in his big, doe eyes.
He couldn't believe the sight in front of him. You shrugged and said, "It's just too much. This is all too much.â Your vague answers hinted there was more, but you still refused to explain.
âYou know you can always come to me for anything, right? If this is something we need to talk about instead of taking a break, let's talk about it.â He was an all-or-nothing guyâeither you're in it for the long haul or not. He didn't believe in breaks and up until this moment, he didn't either.
His world was crumbling around him as you shook your head, refusing to meet his eyes. âIâm fine. I just need a break. Just for a little while."
A part of you was screaming, "Just tell him! Snap out of it!â but you refused.
Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair, watching your distant eyes avoid his gaze.
âEither you're in this for the long haul with me, or maybe weâll meet again later. I have no doubt youâre the one for me, but I don't understand why you won't tell me what's going on. Try to explain some of this, because it feels like you don't care for me as much as I thought. Maybe I misunderstood something in our relationship, but I feel like I can't reach you. Youâre sitting in front of me, but I can't reach you. Itâs like you're slipping through my fingers.â
You sat still, your eyes on his worn Nike sneakers. âI guess this is the end then."
His heart clenched at your words. The pain was worse than anything he had endured in the Russian lab. There was no way for him to fix this, no unlocking your heart.
He got up from the bench, tears close to falling. "If you ever need anything, Iâm here, okay?"
You hummed briefly, feeling the cool wind hit the tears you hadn't noticed.
âSee you around," Steve mumbled, crumpling his hands in his pockets and walking away. Leaving you sitting at the picnic table where he had carved your initials, tracing the letters with your finger. A sinking feeling settled in your heart as you realized what you had done.
A week had passed, one long depressing week had passed, and you found yourself once again lying in your bed. You spent most of the seven days in your bed, you called out of work, you didn't talk to any friends, and you just lay there kicking yourself for your idiotic actions.
You knew you had to see Steve, you had to apologize. You had to try and make this right. The thing that upset you the most was the thought of him at home, wondering why you did this. The least you could do was give him an explanation.
With a groan, you pulled yourself out of bed and dragged your tired body to the shower. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream. You wished there was a way to just disappear and not face any of it, wipe your memory from Steve forever. Everyone could be happy instead.
The drive to his house felt dreadfully long as you tried to think of what you wanted to say, there were a million things that you could say, a million excuses but you knew what you needed to do.
You swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest as you heard him fumble to unlock the door, holding your breath you waited for the sight that you knew would hurt you the most.
There he was, standing in front of you in a ratty old shirt and his pajama pants. He looked to be living a life very similar to your own for the last week. His beautiful eyes you loved so much were framed by dark circles, his hair looked like he had just gotten out of bed, and his usually clean-shaven face was actually starting to grow more hair on it than you had ever seen. It physically hurt to see him like this, you caused this, you were the reason for the depression he was obviously going through.
Hearing the pained way your name left his lips was the final gut punch you couldnât stand to take, and tears started to fill your eyes.
âWhat are you doing here?â He asked, after everything you did Steve looked at you with concern. He actually fucking cared, even after you stomped on his heart.
The weight of it all made you feel like you were a breath away from collapsing on his doorstep, and you held on to the door frame. âCan I come in?â
Steve nodded, moving out of your way so you could walk to the kitchen and sit at the table. You waited for him to sit across from you before speaking.
Everything you had rehearsed on the way there flew out the window as you started to cry, âIâm so sorry Steve, Iâm so sorry. Iâm such a fucking idiot, I should have chased after you that day at the park. I shouldâve fallen to my knees and begged you to forgive. I should've done anything else besides let you leave.â
Letting it all out left you gasping for breath as you sobbed. All you had to do was just confide in your boyfriend, tell him about how you had been feeling. Steve wouldâve listened, he would've held your hand, he wouldâve helped you through the nightmares. Instead, you pushed him away, you broke his heart, and for what? All it did was make both of you miserable.
Steve sat perfectly still, watching as you covered your face in shame as you cried, there was nothing he wanted to do more than take you in his arms and comfort you.
âI just want to know what's going on sweetheart.â Gently he pulled one of your hands away from your face so he could hold it as he spoke, âYou pulled away from me and I don't know why. I want to help you, youâre my girl.â
Violently you shook your head, âIâm not! I fucked up! I fucked up!â
You could feel his warm hand cup your face gently, guiding it up to look straight at him instead of your feet. âLook at me,â He whispered, âJust tell me what's going on.â
With a shaky exhale you began to speak, âThe mall, the fucking creature at the mall, the Russians, everything. I can't get it out of my mind, I can't escape it, it's been months but I canât get away from it. How do we know all the Russians are gone? We didnât even know about the ones in the mall before we were trapped, there could be more! How do we know that fucking monster is gone? How do we know any of this will ever go away? It's always there, I see them everywhere even in my dreams. I feel like Iâm drowning.â
As it all flowed out of your mouth you could feel a great weight leave your shoulders, the first glimpse of sunlight in months. This was all you needed all along, the nerve to just talk about what you were feeling.
Steve held both of your hands in a firm grip, his fingers gently rubbing your knuckles. âThen let me help, let me be there, and help you carry the weight. Youâve listened to my fears and nightmares, now it's your turn. You just have to let me in.â
You nodded your head, fresh tears sliding down your face as Steve gently wiped them away with his thumb. He brought you closer to him until you could feel his warm breath on your lips. âWe can work this out, youâre my girl right?â
summary - christmas doesn't have to be lonely if you spend it with the right person. (this is for my sweet sweet liv i hope u like it my love @tfatws)
warnings - fluff, a little bit of angst if you squint, kisses.
w.c - 1.2k (on the shorter side im sorry)
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the smell of gingerbread wafted through the house. the air was thick and warm in complete contrast to the air outside. it was crisp and frigid as snow fell in heavy sheets.
your hands worked to roll out the second batch of gingerbread dough, the first already in the oven baking into perfect little gingerbread men. christmas music played softly, your old record of festive music being spun. the apron youâre sporting is covered in flour, your cheeks too.
one song ended and before the other came on, silence took over. it was broken by the soft snores of your best friend, who was asleep on the couch.
you peeked your head around the corner to see him. he was on his stomach, one arm hanging off the side of the couch. his cheek was pressed up against a pillow causing his mouth to hang open. you chuckled lightly at the sight of him. he was still sporting the red christmas sweater that you had bought him the day before.
he looked peaceful, as if he had no worries in the world. the only thing concerning him was the pictures his mind made into a sweet dream. you wiped your hands, dusted the flour off your cheeks and made your way over to the sleeping steve.
âsteve,â you said, so gently that you could barely hear it. when he didnât stir, you repeated yourself a bit louder this time, accompanied by a hand on his shoulder.
itâs almost as if your touch alone wakes him up. his eyes are only barely open when he looks at you, as if the dim christmas tree lights are too bright to bear.
âhey⊠how long did i sleep?â his voice is laced with sleepiness and itâs the tiniest bit raspy. the sound makes your stomach flip.
ânot long, you said you wanted to help cut out the gingerbread,â your voice was still just above a whisper.
âi do,â he sat up, stretching his arms above his head. his sweater rode up, revealing the skin above the hem of his jeans. you pretended not to notice. of course you noticed. âhave you done them already?â
âonly one batch, i saved the second to do together,â you smiled. he seemed pleased that you wanted his help.
he eventually made it off the couch, but not without a loud, dramatic groan leaving his lips. you couldnât help but laugh at him. a comfortable silence fell over you two as you cut out the rest of the gingerbread men.
soon, another tray filled up with the unbaked cookies. you placed them in the oven and felt steveâs eyes on you. the feeling caused you to turn to the boy, who was indeed, staring at you. your cheeks immediately turned hot.
âwhat?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
âdo you want some hot chocolate?â he replied, nonchalantly.
when you nodded, he quickly opened the cabinet behind him. he pulled out two mugs and began making the drink. you tried to help but he denied it, he wanted to make sure they were perfect. well, he at least wanted to make sure yours was perfect.
the first sip made your mind melt. it was the most delicious hot chocolate you had ever had. âwhere did you learn how to make hot chocolate this good?â you giggled, taking another long, incredible drink.
he seemed to falter a bit. âum⊠my mom taught me when i was a kid. one of the christmases she was actually here for.â
your lips formed into a frown as steveâs eyes stayed glued to the ground. you put your mug down and pulled him into a tight hug. his arms were quick to move around your waist, his nose nuzzling deep into your neck as if he was trying to hide there. he almost seemed to melt into your embrace.
âi donât like the idea of you spending christmas alone,â you ran your fingers through the hair on the bottom of his neck.
âiâm not alone,â he murmured, the words muffled against your skin. âi have you, now.â
âsteveâŠâ you sighed, moving so you could see his eyes.
âi just⊠i donât know how to do this whole christmas thing. not like normal families,â he frowned.
âsteve,â you shook your head, âyou donât have to. we can do it our way, make it our christmas,â it wasnât just an invitation, but a promise to him.
âour christmas,â he repeated, the warm smile that makes your heart flutter finally forming on his lips.
âhey, how about you help me hang up the mistletoe.â
he beamed, âyeah, i can do that.â
you broke out of the tight hug, unfortunately, and grabbed the small bush of mistletoe off of the counter. steve took it from you and walked over to the archway leading into the dining room. he dragged a chair over and climbed onto it, steadying himself as he hung the plant.
the domesticity of it hit you like a pile of bricks. steve harrington, doing something as simple and sweet as hanging a mistletoe. you watched as he stared at the mistletoe, making sure it was perfect, before returning his feet to the ground.
he pushed the chair back where it belonged and when he turned to see his work from afar, he saw you standing under it. your hands were clasped behind your back as you rocked on your heels slightly.
his gaze trained on you caused butterflies to explode in your stomach. the feeling only intensified when he slowly stepped over to you. your hands dropped to your side and steve moved quickly to run his own hands down your arms before finding yours. he held them gently, his thumb running over your knuckles in small, comforting strokes.
âyou believe in the mistletoe rule?â he asked, the joking tone there, but barely.
you shrugged, your hands becoming clammy in his. âi donât know, do you?â
âdepends on who iâm standing with,â he inched closer.
âwho are you standing with, now?â you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
âyou,â he whispered, âand god am i in trouble.â
you tilted your head, your eyebrows furrowing, âwhy?â
âbecause everytime you look at me i forget weâre just friends⊠iâm afraid one day i wonât remember how to pretend.â
thereâs a short silence. you can hear your heartbeat in your ears because, did steve harrington just admit that? you can see him start to regret the confession, so youâre quick to put his mind at ease. with one swift movement, your arms are wrapped around his neck. you pull his head down to meet yours.
your noses bump at first, causing a small chuckle to leave both of your lips. he tilts his head slightly, finally able to brush his lips against yours. the kiss sends shocks through your body, your knees almost going weak. his hands press onto your waist and you can feel his mouth curl into a smile against yours. he tastes like hot chocolate and a hint of peppermint.
the kiss finally breaks after what feels like hours, and you feel dizzy. his forehead stays pressed against yours, the only thing that can be heard is the soft breaths shared as you relish in this moment together.
âwell⊠maybe pretending was never really our thing,â you huff out.
Can I request a fluffy Steve Harrington x fem! reader long oneshot where itâs their wedding day and reader thinks back to how she met Steve by her going into Family Video to look for a movie and he came over to help her and it was love at first sight?
love at first... movie rental?
steve harrington x fem!reader
summary - your wedding day makes you think back to how you and steve fell in love.
warnings - fluff, nervous steve, cute steve, kissing. ummm yeah i think thats all, just like tooth rotting fluff!!
w.c - 2.7k
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there was a slight chill in the air. it was a february morning and winter was still fading away into spring. your hair was being jammed into bobby pins, powder was being packed your face.
you couldnât help but think back to how you got here. why everyone had gathered in this hall to celebrate you, why there was a white dress zipped safely in a bag, ready to be worn as you walked down to meet and marry the boy you loved.
the memories flooded as you remembered why this day was so special.
february 14th, 1986
the wind gusted angrily, the leaves making a skittering sound as the air pushed them along the worn pavement. walking across the parking lot to the front door of family video was an uphill battle. finally, you pulled the door open and stepped inside. your cheeks and nose were a shade of red from the cold.
steve was restocking shelves, his shoulders hunched over in concentration. the ring of the bell causes his head to shoot over to the door. his eyes land on you. his back straightens so fast heâs scared it might break.
his focus completely broken, now solely on you, like he was meant to only ever focus on the beautiful girl in front of him. his mind races, what do i say? how do i impress her? god, i have to impress her. play it cool, harrington.
his fingers brush through his long hair in attempts to clean up for you but the same pesky piece falls over his forehead into a little curl. he turns, facing you completely.
âhi welcome in,â he starts, his voice a little shaky. he hopes you donât notice, you do. âcan i help you find anyth-â
and the you smile. soft and sweet, your teeth barley visible. your cheeks still a light shade of red from the cold. his brain short circuits.
â-umm.. anything. ever. in the store, i mean. or the world, really.â he stammers. the silence is deafening. heâs blown it, hasnât he? any second youâll be backing away, so he continues to try and clean up his mess. he clears his throat, âwhat i meant is, if youâre looking for anything specific, i can help, âcause thatâs my job. yay. movies!â he comes off a bit too enthusiastic.
you giggle softly, not in a mocking way, itâs just that you find him accidently adorable. âthank you,â your eyes glance to his name tag. âsteve. iâm just gonna browse, thank you.â
the way you say his name almost makes his knees buckle. âcool cool, yeah i browse all the time, too,â he winces as soon as the words leave his mouth. âiâm going to stop talking now.â
he makes his way behind the counter and his head falls into his hands. robin snickers as she leans back against it. âyeah, that was pretty bad,â she starts. âbut she didnât run away screaming. thatâs progress, romeo.â somehow robins words make him feel even more humiliated.
he lifts his head up and his eyes fall on you again. he watches as you read the back of a tape. your head is slightly tilted, your eyebrows slightly furrowed, your lips in a small frown as you focus on the words. his heart picks up again and he realizes that he canât let you run away.
âiâm going in, again. this time maybe i can form a real sentence.â he makes himself seem busy. he grabs returned tapes and begins putting them back on the shelf. his head pops up every once in a while to make sure youâre still there. you always are. soon, his chance arises when you make your way up to the counter with a movie in your hands.
heâs quick to meet you on the other side of it. you place the movie down on the counter. sixteen candles.
âitâs valentines day, so why not some teeth-rotting romance?â you joke. his mind yet again, fails to work correctly. âmight as well watch something cute, even if itâs just me and my popcorn bowl.â his heart does a flip and his stomach churns.
âit could be worse,â he shrugs. you tilt your head. âyou could be working here on valentines day, with her.â he points back to robin.
âthat may be the nicest thing youâve ever said to me.â the girl replies, putting her hand on her chest.
you let out a soft laugh at the two of them and bite the inside of your cheek. you canât deny your nervousness, either, but thereâs something so comforting about the stuttering boy in front of you.
âhave you seen it? sixteen candles? is it good?â you ask softly as he rings you up.
âoh um.. yeah of course. itâs romantic, cheesy, but the good kind of cheesy. youâll like it.â he confirms. wow, a normal sentence. he messes it up, though. âi love cheese, so.â
you giggle at him again and you canât seem to wipe the smile off of your face. âyouâre cute.â
he swears his brain explodes inside his head. he stares at you as his mouth tries to form words. all he can manage is sliding the movie over to you. then he says, âhappy valentines day.â
âyou too steve,â you grab the movie and smile sweetly at him. âmaybe iâll see you around.â you turn on your heels and walk out back into the cold air.
steve doesnât dare look away as you walk out, he stares in awe.
âyou just successfully, okay well i wonât say successfully, but you flirted with a girl on valentines day and she didnât back away in fear!â robin teases.
he snorts, but he doesnât even take his eyes away from the door. he is absolutely beaming. heâs holding onto your last words and praying they come true.
maybe iâll see you around.
he does. two days later. heâs talking to a customer whoâs being entirely too difficult. the bell rings and he doesnât notice at first. robin nudges his ribs causing a small groan to leave his lips.
âdo you mind?â he scoffs, looking over at his coworker. her eyes are set on the front door, so his eyes make their way over, too. his brain fuzzes. âyou got this, robin?â he doesnât even wait for a response before he makes his way over.
âhey! did you enjoy the movie?â he motions to the tape in your hands.
âyeah! yeah it was good. very cheesy,â you nod. âbut i like cheese, too.â you recall your last conversation and smile at him teasingly.
he laughs a breathy laugh and runs his hand through his soft hair. âgood, thatâs awesome. iâm really glad you liked it.â
âany recommendations for what i should watch next?â
he straightens up, trying to look professional.
âyes! yes totally. are you looking for funny? romantic? maybe switch it up and do some si-fi or horror?â heâs impressed by his absence of stuttering.
âfunny, definitely funny, but i wouldnât mind some romance.â
after a few moments, he finds a movie and checks it out to you. he slides it across the counter and you reach out to grab it. your fingers brush for just a moment and you both freeze. you quickly pull the movie back, your cheeks growing warm.
he decides to go for it. âhey, if youâd want to, maybe you could wait till after i get off to watch it? you could come by my place and we can watch⊠together?â
thereâs a beat.
âiâd actually really like that.â you smile at him.
his heart melts inside of his chest.
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steve sits next to you on the couch with a huge bowl of popcorn. youâre not sure youâd even be able to finish it with just you two. the movie begins, he chose back to the future. he wants to laugh and tell you about how he got drugged by russians and then watched this movie, but he refrains.
âhow was your day? what else did you do rather than talk to me?â you ask, looking over at the boy.
he ponders for a second, âsorted movies, dealt with customers and honestly, thought about this, about you.â his eyes lock with yours.
you let out a nervous giggle and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. he watches and studies you as if youâre going to disappear.
âabout me? well, i guess i can say iâve been thinking about you, too.â you admit, sheepishly. âwhen i was watching sixteen candles, i was thinking about how valentines day wouldâve been a lot sweeter if i had someone to share it with.â
his eyes scan your face as you talk, his heart pounding. âiâd argue that this is just as sweet.â
his words make your heart flutter, your chest flooding with heat. your eyes lock with his and you see a little sparkle in them. another smile tugs on your lips.
for the next thirty minutes, the movie is nothing but background noise. you guys talk about a little bit of everything. from work, to music, to the rude waiter who works at the dinner down the street. you are smiling so hard that you think your cheeks are stuck that way.
âi like talking with you⊠itâs easy.â youâre completely turned towards him now. youâre sitting crisscross and your knees are pressed against the side of his leg. his hands are fidgeting nervously in his lap.
âi like it, too.â he responds, softly. âi was struggling at first but i think i got the hang of it now.â he chuckles nervously. you smile and chew on your lip. your head falls to look at your lap and the hair that was safely tucked behind your ear falls.
when you look up to meet steveâs face again, his eyes are already boring into you. his hand comes up to move the hair back behind your ear. his touch is gentle, and his thumb brushes along your cheekbone softly. the touch makes your skin heat up immediately and your body leans towards him involuntarily.
his breath catches and he sits up to meet you.
âsteveâŠâ you whisper. you mouth falls open just a bit, your breath becoming heavier as your faces lean closer.
your noses bump and steve lets out a snort in response to his clumsiness. you smile but itâs short lived, because steveâs lips are already brushes against yours. your lips connect together in a sweet kiss. he feels you melt into the kiss as he presses his warm palm to your cheek. he sighs against your lips as your hair threads through his messy locks.
the kiss breaks naturally, but steve stays close, resting his forehead against yours. staring into each others eyes, just breathing.
âwowâŠâ you breathe out quietly. your lips curl into a small smile.
steve is smiling like an idiot, his thumb stroking small lines on the soft skin of your cheek. âyeah, wow.â
you move to lay your head in his lap and his hands quickly tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp. he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek. you turn your head to look up at him and he presses a quick peck to your lips.
you both watch the movie after that, but your minds are focused elsewhere.
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steveâs fingers are tapping rhythmically on the counter as he tries everything to peel his mind away from you, from the kisses.
âcan you please stop? iâm going to go crazy,â robin pleads, grabbing him by the wrist and moving his hand away from the counter. âdid you really mess it up that bad?â
steve shakes his head. âthe opposite, we had a really great night.â he smiles to himself, recalling the night before.
âso why are you acting so weird?â robin starts rolling the cart of returned movies to the comedy section, steve follows.
âsheâs different, robin,â he starts. âi mean, i havenât stopped thinking about her. after one date? thereâs no way thatâs normal. sheâs just⊠so amazing.â
robin chuckles at him, âyeah, steve. which is why you ask her out again. itâs not a bad thing, it just means you mightâve found something really special.â
âyou shouldâve seen her eyes after i kissed her, man. thatâs what i canât get out of my head.â
the bell dings, and there you are yet again. steve can feel his heartbeat in his throat. your eyes find him quickly and you make your way over.
âhey steve, hey robin,â you smile at the pair. robin greets you, winks at steve, and makes her way to the other side of the store. thereâs a moment of silence between you two, unsure of what to say. âi had a really good time last night, thank you for having me over.â
âanytime, seriously, i had so much fun. the company, the kisses, it was all really great.â he beams. a smile grows on your face, as well as a deep blush. âmaybe we could do dinner next time?â
it doesnât just stop at dinner. you and steve hang out almost everyday for a month. most of your free time, if not all, is taken up by the other. so many more movies are started and ignored for the most part. you learn his break schedule just to sneak make outs in his car. you become obsessed with each other in the most healthy way.
steve finally asks you to be his girlfriend. it was another regular movie night. he had picked out something random because you both knew youâd either be talking or kissing the whole way through, anyway.
âcan you open this while i make us some popcorn?â he asks, handing you the movie case. your eyebrows furrow as you read the title. sixteen candles.
âsteve, iâve seen this already.â you complain, looking up at him with your bottom lip sticking out.
he smiles down at you. âopen it, please?â
you look back down at the movie, a bit confused, but you open it anyway. sitting on top of the tape is a slip of paper folded up. âwhatâs this?â you take it out and unfold it gently.
the words written in steveâs perfectly imperfect handwriting, will you be my girlfriend?
you gasp and your eyes shoot back up to steve, whoâs already beaming down at you. you stand up and swing your arms around his neck. his arms find your waist easily.
âwhat do you say?â he asks, tilting his head at you.
âof course iâll be your girlfriend.â
his lips find yours in a passionate kiss. it makes you go weak at the knees, but he holds you steady. he always holds you steady.
february 14th, 1990
youâre snapped out of your daze when two hands are placed on your shoulders. when you come to, you look in the mirror and see robin standing behind you. she has a soft smile on her lips.
âiâm sorry, what did you say?â you ask. âi was totally zoned out.â
she laughs. âthatâs okay, i was asking if you were ready to put your dress on?â
your eyes find yourself in the mirror. your face covered in light makeup, your hair twisted into a beautiful style. your eyes are quick to well up with tears. today was the day. youâd come back for the very thing steve was sure would ruin him: the clumsy, fumbling flirting that had enchanted you in the first place.
âiâm ready.â you said, convincing yourself that this was exactly what you had dreamed of from that very first kiss.
you couldnât wait for the future, if it meant you got to spend it with him.
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hey guysss i really wanna write some steve harrington fluff HAHAH so if you have any requests for stories youâd like to read please send them my way!!
they can be anything youâd like! they can follow the show, reader can be a henderson!reader, a hopper!reader, a wheeler!reader. whatever your heart desires!
summary - the night spent with steve harrington is unexpected, but when hidden feelings get revealed you can't believe your imperfections are admired.
warnings - 18+ EVERYONE INVOLVED IS OVER 18, MDNI, drinking, social anxiety, a bit of fluff, smut, oral fem!receiving
w.c - 3.2k
gap tooth smile - steve harrington
the hot summer day soon cooled into a temperature that was perfect against your skin. the sun no longer beat down, replaced by the cool moon. it was full, perfectly illuminating the dewy grass and semi-warm pavement. you took in a long breath as you took in your surroundings. you stood in steve harringtonâs packed backyard. you had been invited by one of your friends to his âsummertime bashâ. it was hosted every year at various places to celebrate the ending of another school year.
this year, steve was quick to volunteer his house. his parents were hardly around, always gone on various business affairs. you had never attended one, but your friend basically begged you to go. finally, you caved, and drove yourself to the gathering. it was a tad overwhelming inside the house. everyone attempting to yell over each other as red solo cups filled with various liquids. you decided that the backyard was safer.
you stood on the pavement around the pool, rocking on your heels. there was still a hoard of people, but it was a lot calmer. you observed everyone around you. a boy and a girl were layed back in a pool lounge chair and they were basically eating each others faces. you shook your head and scanned your eyes again. people talking, laughing, even arguing, until your eyes locked with a pair of hazel ones. they belonged to none other, than steve harrington.
a small smile grew on your lips and your hand swayed in a small wave. he returned the smile and took a sip of his drink. steve was always nice to you. he had been a lot nicer the past year in general which was huge development from the years before. everyone believed he was a big douchebag. one day he showed up a completely new man, no one ever questioned it. you did, however, because this new-found warmth in his smile attracted you like a magnet.
steve, on the other hand, had always felt pulled towards you. tonight was different, though. tonight the pull felt stronger than ever. he wasnât sure what made him feel this way. suddenly, in the split second that he spotted you, he knew. the way the blue light of his pool shined on your features. perfectly highlighting the angle of your jaw, the way your eyes sparkled when you saw him from across the way, the way your lips curved into a small smile before revealing your teeth. the imperfections of you were perfect to him, and in that moment, he realized he had never seen anything more perfect.
it was in that moment that he decided it was time. he couldn't take the stolen glances anymore. he was ready to finally take a leap of faith. it was a total shot in the dark, but one he was willing to take. bracing himself, he made his way through the sea of people, landing himself a spot right in front of you.
âiâm so happy you could make it,â he beamed, speaking more loudly than usual to ensure you could hear over all the party chatter.
âyeah, me too, but i wasnât going to stay much longer. i have another party across town,â you said, nonchalantly, which was a total lie in hopes to impress the boy in front of you. instead, his body shifted closer and his head fell into a tilt.
âreally?â he questioned. âi think you should stick around, the fun has just begun,â his voice dropped down, something a little less innocent now laced his tone. âif youâre such a party girl, whereâs your drink?â he questioned.
your gaze fell to your empty hands that were in fact, drinkless. this caused an unexpected heat to rise to your neck and cheeks. âuhâŠâ you started, trying to come up with an excuse. âwell, i planned on driving myself to the next party,â you lied, again.
âthatâs too bad, because youâre not going anywhere,â he stated matter-of-factly. your eyes shot up to meet his, anticipating sarcasm, but his expression was serious. âletâs get you a drink,â
before you knew it, you were being pulled through the double doors. the air was thick and warm from everybody swarming the downstairs of the house. your stomach clenched with a bit of anxiety, until you felt steveâs fingers intertwine with your clammy ones. his eyes glance down to where your hands are joined, before they land back on your face.
he immediately clocks your expression, your eyes filled with unease. as if he can read you like a book, he pulls you into his side. his warm hand finds your waist, and your stomach unknots itself and explodes with butterflies instead. the sensation is unexpected, but welcomed.
youâre led through the jungle of people before you reach his kitchen island. the surface of it almost entirely covered by abandoned cups, some filled, some with barely a drop. steve grabs one from a stack and checks to make sure itâs clean before filling you up a cup of punch.
âthere, the party girl finally gets her drink,â the boy smiles, holding out the cup to you. you can tell heâs exaggerating the nickname which makes you wonder if he knows youâre lying.
he soon notices that not even the drink can calm your nerves. in an attempt to put you at ease, steve leans his lips close to your ear. âdo you wanna go upstairs and pick out a movie?â he says, almost inaudibly. goosebumps sprout up from the sensation of his hot breath prickling your ear.
the full realization hits you, and his statement definitely answered your question. he knew you were lying, he could see right through you. he knew you hated this scene and knew you wanted out of it. you agreed, and before you knew it, you were whisked upstairs.
steve clumsily stumbled into his room, his hand still holding onto yours. you were startled by the sight of a couple almost dry humping in steveâs made bed. a groan left his lips. âcome on guys, seriously? any place in the house and you choose my bed?â his head falls back as he rubs his forehead. âget out. now.â the couple mumbled profanities under their breath, as if steve had just caused them the biggest inconvenience. soon, it was just you and steve in his now empty bedroom.
the room smelled of dated wood, a hint of cologne and hairspray. it flooded your senses. the feeling of unease in your belly slowly melted into just plain nervousness as the handsome boy sat down. he patted the spot next to him, inviting you to join him.
he could sense your hesitation, and a sigh left his lips. âi didnât invite you up here to do anything. i could just tell you were uncomfortable,â he started, his eyes fixed on you. âwhich is understandable, thereâs a lot going on. parties arenât for everyone.â with that, your suspicions were definitely confirmed.
âyouâre right, iâm not a party girl,â
âi saw right through your skin,â
your cheeks warmed up, which was becoming a familiar feeling with this guy around. you finally at next to him. your thigh pressed up against his and you looked over to find his eyes already trained on you.
there he was again, admiring all the little things he never really noticed before. he had never gotten close enough to see the details that scattered around your soft skin. the expression he wore was one you hadnât expected. it was pure wonder. it was as if you hung the stars and the moon yourself. it was as if you had painted the sunset the sky wore every evening.
âwhat are you looking at?â you asked, genuinely baffled.
âyou have the prettiest smile,â he responded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
you were quick to cover your mouth as your lips pulled into an uncontrollable smile, the compliment causing your nervous system to work overtime. steveâs worked faster, though, and his hand pulled yours down. he held your hand in your lap.
âno, i want to see it. donât hide it from me,â he practically begged.
you began to notice the small things about him, too. his perfectly straight teeth, the moles scattered down his neck, the small sparkle in his eyes when they caught your smile again. your eyes finally landed on his lips, pink and full, and kissable.
you shake the thought out of your head. the alcohol was making your head fuzzy, surely. steve noticed how your gaze fell to his lips, but he shook it off, too. he couldnât mess this up. the light thump of the music shook the floor below as you two sat in a comfortable silence.
âyou said something about a movie?â you asked gently.
he chuckled. âto be honest with you, i donât have any movies up here,â he admitted.
you laughed at his response, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized that he really did care. he was so quick to leave his party just to make sure you felt comfortable. steve cared about you.
âremember when we had to do essays about romeo and juliet?â you recalled. he nods in response. âand you got in trouble because you watched the movie instead of reading the play,â you giggled.
âthe movie was way more interesting!â he defended.
âyouâre only saying that because thereâs a scene where you can see julietâs boobs.â
âyour point?â
you scoffed and pushed on his shoulder. he fell back on the bed dramatically and a giggle escaped your lips. you fell back onto the bed next to him, sighing in content. the silence settled back over the two of you before steve broke it again.
âi read the play.â
your head turned to look at him. âwhat?â
âromeo and juliet, i read it,â his head turned to meet yours. âi never told anyone because it was about love and mushy stuff, i wouldâve never lived it down if my friends found out.â
your lips curved into a smile as warmth flooded your chest. an hour ago this confession wouldâve shocked you, but steve was full of surprises tonight.
âlove and mushy stuff is my favorite thing to read about,â you admitted. âhave you ever felt it?â his eyebrows knitted in confusion. âlove, i mean.â
âi mean, my parents love me,â he shrugged.
you shook your head. âno like, have you ever loved someone? like romantically? has someone ever loved you back?â
the question seemed to puzzle him for a beat. finally, he responded. âi thought i loved somebody. i thought she loved me back,â he begins, his eyes trained on the ceiling. âi guess she didnât. it hurt at first. god, it was the worst pain iâd ever felt. she moved on, so i had to, too. i think in a way, i still love her, just not like i did. not as intensely,â he took another beat. âshe doesnât take over my thoughts like she used to. i can do things without thinking about her, sheâs not the first thing i think about when i go to sleep. so i guess iâve moved on too,â his eyes find yours again. âwhat about you?â
youâre quick to shake your head. âno, no i donât think i have. iâve had plenty of hallway crushes but they never amounted to anything,â itâs your turn to take a pause, pondering how to continue. âi want to fall in love with the small things. sure, feelings, electricity, but i mean the things that everyone else would fail to notice. the quirks that you only know after spending so much time with one person that youâve studied them like a book.â
you can feel his eyes boring into you. the air is thick with tension now, but the good kind. the kind that erupts butterflies in your stomach.
âthe quirks, huh? like how every time i look at you, your cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink?â he says, his voice barley over a whisper.
youâre sure your cheeks are a much darker shade of pink after that, but you donât falter. âyeah, like that, or like how your breath goes a bit uneven every time we lock eyes.â
the air is electric now. your bodies yearning to be closer, your hands begging to run up his chest and into his hair. you both stay put, though, just staring into each other eyes. your tongue swipes across your bottom lip, wetting it. his eyes flicker down, and you swear they darken a bit with lust.
you know heâs waiting for your green light, he wouldnât dare make a move without it. you take your time studying his face again, every inch of it, like it would be the last time youâd ever have a chance to.
his warm hand lands on your cheek. his thumb mindlessly draws shapes onto your skin. the space between you two suddenly seems like miles. you turn on your side, your whole body facing his. he moves to the same position, his hand never losing contact with your cheek.
âsteveâŠâ you whisper. âkiss me.â
green light. his hand finally leaves your cheek and lands on your waist, pulling you against him. the sudden contact causes a gasp to leave your lips before his lips crash against them. the kiss is electric as your lips move in sync. your hand travels up his arm and into his now messy hair, your finger grab onto the strands like a vise.
his expert hands slide up your shirt in one swift movement, pressing into your side. you feel his tongue slide against your bottom lip, asking for permission. you open your mouth slightly and his tongue makes contact with yours. he leads you into a kiss filled with passion that makes your cheeks heat up.
he uses his hand thatâs placed on your waist to roll you onto your back and moves his body to hover over yours. itâs almost overwhelming, the heat he is radiating off onto you. the smell of the room now replaced only with his. his cologne and hair product intoxicating you, as if itâs telling you exactly what your next move should be.
your cold hands snake their way up his shirt before you pull it over his head. the fabric leaves your fingers and hits the floor. your eyes are locked on his and theyâre dark. there is still a softness to them, though. the sight makes you melt under him.
the silence is almost suffocating, you donât know what heâs thinking. does he want to do this? is he hesitating?
âare you sure you want this?â his voice comes out soft, almost pleading. your heart does a flip, so does your stomach.
âyes,â you reassure, your hands making their way into his soft hair. your eyes are soft now, too. âsteve, iâve always wanted this.â
the confession seems to take a moment to process in his head. the weight of your words not fully setting in. you had always wanted this. that meant that you had always wanted him. he doesnât need anymore conformation. your lips are connected again and his actions become quicker.
soon, your shirt is discarded with his on the floor, long forgotten about. he undoes the button on your jean shorts and you pick your hips up so he can slide them down your legs. he takes your panties off with them, leaving you completely exposed to him.
thereâs a beat of silence and he stares at you from the edge of the bed. heat pricks up on your cheeks and you attempt to cover yourself with your arms. he shakes his head and his hands find your arms. he slowly peels them off, leaving you again, fully exposed to him.
âyou are so beautiful,â he almost whispers, as if itâs a secret. the words hit you like a ton of bricks, though. before leaving for the party tonight, you had changed four times to get the perfect outfit. here you were, though, laying completely naked on his bed and he still saw you as the most beautiful and precious thing in the world.
you werenât shy anymore, you needed him. âshow me, steve.â
he came down and connected your lips in a soft kiss. he broke it a couple of seconds later, but he quickly moved to press a kiss onto your jawline. he continued to kiss your body, lower and lower, until he reached the bottom of your belly. his lips pressed right above your heat and your body jerked in response. he moved to one of your thighs, his lips brushing on the inner part of it. he moved closer before moving to your other thigh.
you whimpered, he was teasing you. he was enjoying watching you whine and move, your body begging for contact. finally, his tongue made contact with your folds, licking up to your clit. he moved back again, you sighed in frustration until you felt him gently blowing air onto your wet pussy.
the cooling sensation caused your head to roll back and a small moan to leave your lips. he chuckled, satisfied, and his lips connected to your clit. he began to suck on the sensitive bud. your hips bucked off the bed and soft, uncontrollable noises started flying out. his fingers slowly slid into you and began working magic.
âsteve,â you whined as your hips began movements of their own. he hummed in response, his eyes never leaving your face as he worked to please you. âfeels so good,â you managed to mumble out, which was impressive given that your brain was jumbled up from the pleasure.
his fingers slid in and out of you with ease and they curled. his fingertips brushing against the spot that shoots euphoria throughout your body. you cried out as the knot in your stomach began to tighten.
his fingers worked faster and his mouth switched between sweet and quick kitten licks with his tongue and sucking on your bud. the tension began to burn in your stomach as your hips moved to match the movement of his fingers. his free hand ran up your side and began to toy with your nipple.
the simple touch sent you over the edge. âcumming! oh my god!â you yelled as your body shook. your breath was uneven as you rode out your high. steve slowed down his movements and made sure you were done before stopping his movements completely. his mouth hung open as he panted, his eyes focused on you.
the sight of him turned you on again almost instantly. he rejoined you and connected your lips again in a sloppy kiss. his hands focused on running up and down your sides, the contact warming you.
âi hope youâre not tired, because i have more plans for you tonight,â he smirked. you laughed, revealing a toothy grin. his chest filled with emotion because there it was, the smile that started it all.
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