vee

“Listen, I’ve got plenty of finesse,” Steve scoffed. “Don’t you worry about that.”

“Oh, is that what you call breaking Betty’s nose?” Robin shot back.

Ooh, cheap shot, you thought, still hiding your laughter taking a swig of your drink. Steve locked in on Robin, his mouth gaping as he stared at her incredulously and she glared right back.

“Come on, guys. We’re supposed to be relaxing,” you chided them. “And all of this is moot anyway, ‘cos there’s only one way to actually settle this.”

Robin and Steve both broke their death stare.

“What’s that?” he asked.

You paused, nibbling your bottom lip with your teeth. You weren’t entirely sure of the ethical lines you might be crossing with this. Maybe it would be better just to drop it? Change the subject?

“You’d have to kiss the same girl,” you said with a shrug, “and…y’know…have her decide.”

Welp, so much for that.

A hush fell over the three of you, Steve and Robin’s gazes meeting as they engaged in one of their seemingly telepathic conversations, a whole paragraph’s worth of thoughts being exchanged with nothing more than minute movements of facial muscles and equally expressive eyes.

“Is that you volunteering?” Robin asked, her brow arching daringly as she turned back toward you.

Steve perked up at that. He straightened instantly, feet landing on the mottled shag carpet with a soft thump-thump, and his eyes widening slightly as he studied your face for hesitance.

“Are you?” he asked, a little more breathless than you ever expected to hear him be.

Warmth flooded your cheeks as you looked back and forth between them. Deep ocean blue orbs full of intrigue on one side and bright, green-flecked hazel ones filled with heat and hunger on the other. Excitement coursed through your body, washing away any former inklings of guilt.

“I mean…if you guys wanted,” you shrugged. “I’d hate this to become a point of contention.”

“Very altruistic of you,” Robin murmured, her fingertips coming up to brush feather-light over your brow and temple, sweeping down the curve of your jaw to rest under your chin.

You were certain she could feel it quiver, how your breath fluttered as your heart raced in your chest. Her slow smile spread across her own face as she studied yours intently, savoring the reaction.

Like she said…finesse.

Steve’s insistence on getting the backyard shed fixed up doesn’t make much sense to Eddie, seeing as how the old tin box is just a host for various rusting tools. But you’d jumped at the chance to be helpful, and Steve got you all to himself for an hour outdoors this morning.

If Eddie had to guess, you’re back inside leaning morosely against the door frame due to boredom. Passing tools and standing around is generally the extent of manual labor Steve will allow you, under his watch. 

“Steve’s made progress. On being an asshole.” Your bottom lip juts out, and Eddie doesn’t even care that it’s for show- the intended effect of melting him to a puddle has already begun. No counterspell can save him now.

“Aw, honey. C’mere.” Eddie scoots back from the desk and opens his arms, enough room now for you to sink sideways into his lap. 

You’re barefoot in a faded pair of yard work overalls, bringing the smell of sunshine and cut grass as you loop your arms around Eddie’s shoulders. He pulls you in tight for a hug, nose going automatically to the crown of your head, breathing deep.

“What’s mean ol’ Steve doing to our girl, hmm?” His voice is low and sweet, wide palms roving over your hips as you sigh, pitiful.

“I was telling him about the summer fair next week, and how fun it would be if we all went, but then he said he’s taking Robin to the dentist that day and can’t.” 

One of your hands winds its way to the nape of Eddie’s neck, fingers tangling gently into the curls there, tugging mindlessly as you continue. “And when I said Robin should come, too, after her appointment, he said he didn’t trust her not to eat cotton candy right away.”

“That’s stupid,” Eddie declares, holding your hip a little tighter as your fingers wind in earnest. He subtly adjusts his stance on the floor so you’re not sitting directly atop his lap, then clears his throat. “Totally dumb.”

“I know. I told him so. And then Steve was like, a total bitch about it. Didn’t even apologize or anything. ‘S how come I moped all the way to my Teddy.”

“Jesus.” Eddie feels the nickname like a stab to the heart. 

Somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, he knows Steve was probably half as mean as you’re describing, and that the boy was probably in the middle of a stressful metalworking event, and that the warm pressure of your body is a trap of some sort, in this scenario.

Eddie knows all these things to be true and yet somehow, the overwhelming feeling he’s left with is that you’ve done nothing wrong. Ever. In the history of the world. And that he’d kill to bring you to the fair. 

“Tell you what,” he says, after willing all the blood rushing south to keep some reserves for his brain. “I’ll rearrange some band shit and take a half day- Gareth will wanna tag along, too. Can use the van and drive us out there. Even swing by Rob’s on the way back to drop off some sugary confections.”

Eddie feels the curve of your smile as it presses into the side of his neck, and the puff of your breath as you exclaim, “Really? You wanna?”

“So much.” 

“I love you.” Your lips press three quick kisses up the line of his throat, and then your hand in his hair pulls his head back, slightly, just enough for your sparkling eyes to look down at his face before kissing him proper. 

Eddie closes his eyes, as if the sensation of sight might tip him past the point of oblivion. Not like the pure feeling or sounds are any better- the squirm of your hips against his, the wet noise of your lips parting, tongue lapping, the soft exhale after you pull back, one last tender press of your mouth to his. 

“Thank you, Teddy,” you murmur, petting the back of his skull with your thumb. “You’re so good to me.”

“Yeah,” Eddie replies, out of breath, patting your hip in a placating gesture. “Well. You deserve it. Who else is gonna hand-feed me pink spun sugar.”

You giggle, kissing him again before disentangling yourself, an action that has Eddie biting back a groan until you stand before him, hands on your hips and grinning wicked- “Wanna come with me and tell Steve where he can stick it?”

There’s this dull, piercing throb behind Steve’s left temple, pulsing with each minute surge of the overhead fluorescents. He digs four fingers against the ache, trying to remember the steady rhythm of breaths- Steve feels woefully off-tempo, lacking the musician boyfriend who usually coaches him through the pain. 

The analog clock hanging on the wall tells Steve it’s technically lunch time, and based on the absence of noise in the hall most Harrington Sr. employees have taken advantage of the hour to be somewhere else.

Steve thinks of you- an hour and some change south of here back at the Hawkins diner- tucked away apronless in some quiet corner, snapping carrot sticks with your molars while absorbed in a library paperback. 

Steve thinks of Eddie- god knows if wandering misfits have a work/lunch schedule, but Steve’s using his imagination- in the back of the van, limber legs swinging over the sides while he devours a PB&J in typical messy Eddie fashion. 

It smells stale in this crammed corner office, the ghosts of reheated leftovers and astringent lemon cleaner left to permeate. Steve knows from experience that the small window behind his chair is welded shut; no chance of fresh air.

The headache is blooming still. Steve lays his forearms on the desk, using them as cushion for his forehead. It’s darker in the shadow of his arms, a little easier to breathe- Steve thinks of the smells of the trailer. 

Spicy homemade chorizo that Eddie bartered some weed for, oily and sizzling on the stove. Your Tuesday perfume, light and floral, wafting sweet with each pass of your body through the rooms. The worn couch, the dented coffeetable, the three-wide cushions imprinted with the people Steve loves most. 

All of the memory is good enough to eat; Steve is thinking this might sustain him through the lunch hour and he can get away with simply downing some Tylenol before the next meeting- when the office phone on his desk rings out. 

Steve lifts his head, wincing with the movement, and jabs the speaker button. “Jenny?”

“Hi, Mr. Harrington, sorry to bother you on lunch-”

“It’s okay,” Steve assures the receptionist- she’s still new to the job and too spooked to call him by his first name even though he's requested it many a time. “Wasn’t doin’ much- what’s up?”

“Um, there’s a- a Mr. Long, here to see you?”

Even staring at the ceiling doesn’t help his name recall this time. “A client?”

“Yes, he says he’s- oh.” There’s a pause, and Steve can hear the faint noise of someone else speaking in the background, words indistinguishable until Jenny speaks again. “His first name is Dick, if that rings a bell?”

Steve blinks. 

“Yeah, send him up, please.”

As soon as the call disconnects, Steve drums his fingers on the desk and stares at the door directly across from his vantage point, waiting for the elevator to deposit Mr. Long on the fourth floor. 

A minute later, there’s a showy knock, which is all the warning Steve gets before the door swings open to reveal a grinning Eddie. 

“Heya, Big Business. Came to see how the sausage gets made.”

“You’d know more about sausage than me,” Steve retorts, crossing his arms, secretly thrilled to see Eddie at such unconventional hours but playing hard to get all the same. “Seriously? Dick Long?”

“Can’t deny it’s the truth,” Eddie says, grinning Cheshire-like and stepping fully into the carpeted office. His hair is pulled back in a loose bun, tendrils spooling out around the shoulders of his black leather jacket. 

Steve watches as the familiar pair of combat boots tromps closer to the desk; Eddie snags an ink pen with the Harrington business logo from the cup and begins twirling it between lithe fingers.

Refusing to be mesmerized so easily, Steve tsks, admonishing- “C’mon, man, put it back. I bring you plenty of good drawing pens from this place- you can’t start taking my desk ones, too. Gonna bankrupt me.”

In that catlike, loose-limbed way of his, Eddie sidles up to the single other piece of furniture in the room- a metal chair filched from the second floor- and sits, arms braced on knees, hands hanging casual between the V of his legs, still fiddling with the pen. “I’d bankrupt Daddy, you mean. Where is your evil overlord, anyways?”

Steve can’t lie and say that hearing Eddie use the D-word out of context has zero effect on his psyche. 

He clears his throat, finding stray crumbs to brush from his slacks to get out from under the kinetic stare of those doey brown eyes. “Business trip. I see him even less than I did when we shared a house, which is really the only upside of this gig.”

“Besides the sick amount of money?” Eddie’s grin has dimmed, humor still in his eyes but tinged with understanding, empathy. 

It hurts to look at for too long. Steve’s eyes drop again.

“Yeah. ‘Sides that.”

“Well cheer up, boss. Brought you a present.” Eddie slaps his thighs before standing, then tosses the pen back to Steve and puffs out his chest, thumbs in belt loops looking very proud of himself. “You got a stack of ones lying around somewhere, yeah?”

“Eddie.” Steve returns the pen to its cup, headache almost forgotten with the sudden rush of adrenaline spiking through his veins. “I know you didn’t actually bring a stripper to my place of business, but at least tell me-”

“Oh, so that’s what we’re calling working girls now?”

Your voice is the sweetest thing Steve’s heard all day, the sight of you even better- it looks like you’re fresh off a shift, still in a pair of dark jeans and a long sleeve partially buttoned over your scoop neck tanktop. Over your left shoulder, the straps of a Grateful Dead printed tote bag, your ballet flats noiseless on the carpet as you shut the door behind yourself. 

In the corner, Eddie snickers at your opening line; you give him an eye roll before setting the laden tote upright on the desk, smiling soft at Steve as you explain- “Sorry I was late to the party. The bathrooms here are insane- ladies’ room has a whole vat of mints by the door.”

“Didja steal some?” Eddie pipes up.

You pause halfway in your track around the desk to pull a crinkling handful of plastic-wrapped mints from the depths of your jeans pocket, sending one through the air to Eddie, who catches it in a dramatic two-handed fashion. “Atta girl.”

A few more steps and you’ve rounded the desk completely, bending to give the top of Steve’s head a kiss- he does you one better, scooching and swiveling his desk chair to make some room and open his arms to you. 

You sit with a happy hum, arms twining automatically around Steve’s shoulders as his own cage you in, nudging your nose into the spot under his chin as you say dreamily- “Nabbed some soaps, too. The pretty pink scalloped ones. Thought we could keep ‘em under the sink for when guests visit.”

“You’re so smart,” Steve breathes into the crown of your hairline, taking in the weight and warmth of your body against his, squeezing any parts his hands can reach.

“Unbelievable.” Eddie scoffs, faux-bitter, shaking his head as he paces in front of the desk for show. “I see how it is. When I steal a mere inking tool from the premises I get hanged for it. And Princess here gets off scot-free?”

“It’s really unfair,” you agree, sighing prettily into the hollow of Steve’s neck. “Maybe you should punish me for it.”

Steve jiggles his leg, causing you to jolt unsteadily with a squeal, holding tighter to his shoulders- Eddie scoffs again, then moves towards the door, but only to get to the light switch. “I feel like I’m getting slowly but surely flash-banged by these goddamn overheads.”

With a click, the office is suffused in comforting shade- the combined light of the little window and dim yellow lamp on the wall shelf is plenty. 

Steve’s not sure if Eddie picked up on the migraine warning signs or if Eddie really did just want to fuck with the lighting; either way, Eddie plays it cool, dragging the metal chair around the desk so he can sit closer.

Your flats get toed off, sock feet deposited safely in Eddie’s lap from the comfort of Steve’s, whose arm you reach over to pull the tote towards you. “Loverboy picked me up early so we could bring you some lunch.”

Steve’s heart twists with each tupperware you lay out on the desktop, a familiar spread of employee-discounted diner sandwiches plus the family-size bag of Lays he’d bought for the trailer last week. 

Too grateful for words, Steve buries his face in the side of your neck, hugging tighter around your middle, blindly reaching a loafered foot out to hook behind Eddie’s ankle. 

“Told you he was easy,” Eddie says, teasing but tender, stretching an arm down to hold the back of Steve’s calf, stroking over the muscle with his thumb. “Quickest way to Harrington’s heart is some grub and a hug.”

___

It’s a pleasant twenty minutes spent in the company of his lovers, talking and laughing over the meal, asking after each others’ days and catching up on gossip. After you’re all full, the paper dishes get thrown away and everything else repacked in the tote. 

Regrettably, your warm form moves from Steve to instead perch on his desk. You’re sitting between both boys, now, ankles crossed and hands folded like you’re about to start a meeting. “So. We’ve got an order of business here, actually. Besides seeing your pretty face.”

“Oh?” Steve leans his elbow on the desk, draping one hand just above your knee. He looks sideways at Eddie to find his expression muted, like he already knows what’s coming. 

“Um.” Your hands wrap around themselves, a nervous tic leftover from old traumas that has Steve reaching up to take them into his. “So… you know how, like, you and me both hate our jobs but it sucks ‘cuz it’s the only way to pay the bills?”

This can’t be good, Steve thinks, dread creeping into his stomach- but before it has time to sour, your face breaks into a tentative smile.

“So, my friend Eden- you remember, right? Hot goth, works at the library? She’s gonna get me a shelving job, no experience required. Pays a hell of a lot better than the diner and I start next week.”

“Holy shit.” Steve squeezes both your hands with a mixture of pride and love, genuine excitement evident in his voice as he says, “And I bet the hours will be great, too- oh, honey. This is amazing! Look at you go!”

“There’s one condition, though,” Eddie interjects, pawing at the front pocket of his jacket. “Can I smoke in here?”

“No,” Steve stresses, not in the mood to be toyed with. “What condition?”

Eddie produces a carton of cigarettes, ignoring the earlier order by tapping one into his waiting palm. “The deal is, you have to serve ol’ Pops your two weeks.”

Steve chuckles dryly at the idea. “Yeah, not gonna happen. I gotta bring home the corporate salary to make our rent, babe- I mean, even with the amazing new job-” he tilts his head in your direction, an encouraging squeeze again to your hands because he’s so happy for you, really, but someone has to be the adult here and rein in Eddie’s overly ambitious plans. “I can’t quit mine. For stability’s sake.”

Eddie shakes his head, loosing more curls in the process, ringed pointer finger lifting towards you. “Nah, man, just listen. Little math genius over here has it all figured.”

You inhale, tilting forward, flipping Steve’s hands to guide his palms up the length of your outer thighs. 

Steve’s suddenly, painfully aware that he’s just about eye-level with your breasts, a fact made all the more clear with the tops of them now partially visible over the neck of your tank. 

He swallows hard, fighting valiantly to maintain eye contact as you explain your plan further in an even keel.

“Eddie’s been hustling side jobs here and there, and it’s only gonna pick up in the summer. He’ll mow some extra lawns, I’ll work some longer shifts- we’re gonna make it work, Stevie. We really want you to quit.”

“You hate this job.” Eddie’s voice is low-toned, soothing, just like the path of his thumb on the inside of Steve’s knee, slung over Eddie’s own- and when did he manage to get so close?

Steve can’t recall. All he knows is the spiced smell of the boy’s cologne and the touches from you both and the pounding of his heart in his ears. 

The previous fear is quickly spiraling into something else; he feels like a deer caught in love-beam headlights, flustered and sputtering out- “Okay, we- no. No. This is not even- up for discussion, guys, you’ve got to be serious-”

“We are serious.” You’ve now moved Steve’s palms to your waist, his chair wheeling minutely closer until your knees come to fit around either side of his ribs. “This job sucks. Let us take care of you for a month or so until you figure out what you wanna do.”

Steve’s breathing obviously hard as Eddie presses into his side, one of your legs now pinned between the crush of their bodies. 

Eddie wastes no time in sliding his hand to flex over Steve’s abdomen, rings cool even through the layer of fabric, breath fanning over the column of Steve’s bared neck. “C’mon. Be good and say yes. Tell Daddy you’re gonna quit.”

“Oh my god.” Steve’s voice is a thin shadow of itself, half a whine, betraying the cool demeanor he’s desperate to stick to as both you and Eddie draw closer. “I’m- what about… health insurance…”

“The hell do you think we keep Nance around for?” Eddie points out, as if it's obvious- six months of nursing school constitutes “doctor” status, according to the Munson doctrine.

Steve is about to protest again when your hands move, cupping his face, keeping his gaze locked on yours as you whisper, urgent and earnest- “Think of it. You can be anything you want. Teacher, basketball star, astronaut. You can go back to school or burn the building to the ground, I don’t care- as long as you’re doing what you wanna do.”

Steve allows himself to imagine it, for a moment, from the comfort of your warm hands- something other than an office, waking up without the dread of fluorescents from 9 to 5. 

He doesn’t feel creative enough yet to picture what’s on the other side, but there’s already some relief in knowing that he’ll be supported and loved through the change.

“Okay,” he says, after a few moments of silence. “Okay. Yeah. What the hell. I’ll quit.”

Eddie whoops with delight and you cover Steve’s face- the bridge of his nose, the tops of his cheeks, anywhere you can reach- in kisses, all three of you sharing the same elated grin.

“You realize this means all your anti-capitalist, working-for-the-Man jokes have a time limit now?” Your brow arches in Eddie’s direction; unphased, he gives you a wink, pulling back from the cocoon of entangled limbs to rise from his seat.

“Gotta get ‘em in while I can, I guess,” Eddie declares (as if teasing Steve is a ritual of great importance), then bends to smack a loud kiss on the top of Steve’s head before straightening again, offering a hand palm-up to you, conspiratorial- “Kid’s got a great head of hair. Too good for corporate, ‘f you ask me.”

This gets a giggle out of you, but Steve’s heart sinks when you take Eddie’s hand as help, slipping from desk to floor in a smooth motion. “Wait, you’re not- neither of you are staying?”

It’s still twenty minutes until the lunchtime hour ends, and Steve thought maybe- well, he’s not insane enough to think the three of you were about to have full blown sex in an office building-

-but the lights are low, he’s getting touched- a lot- and he’s always been a sucker for a bit of praise. Sue him.

Steve stands, too, pulling subtly at the inside of his slacks while you carefully smooth wrinkles from your shirt, Eddie muttering something nasty about fire marshalls as he repockets the lone cigarette. 

Your hand lifts to rest at Steve’s bicep, a light squeeze in apology when you say- “Sorry, baby. Eddie promised Dustin a ride back from chess camp and we gotta beat traffic.”

In further consolation, Eddie gives him a firm and chaste shoulder pat, a salacious wiggle to his dark brows. “Can’t be makin’ too good of memories in this place. How else are we s’posed to motivate you to come back to us?”

Steve doesn’t duck in time to avoid Eddie’s spindly fingers winding their way into an awful hair ruffle- Eddie is adept at fucking up a good hairstyle with impressively limited movement, chuckling when Steve’s hands linger after giving out a playful shove.

You’re standing in the open frame of the door, silhouetted in the bright hallway lights with the tote bag straps over your shoulder once more. “What he said. Come home to us soon, okay?”

With a finger waggle and another sweet smile, Eddie follows you out, shutting the door in his wake after throwing one last wink Steve’s way.

Steve empties all the air from his lungs, head spinning but not from pain, this time. His thoughts are racing, energy rushing to greet the actions- he should quit next week, before his dad gets back and has time to get pissed or talk to Steve, at all. 

That means Steve needs to take a trip to HR on the first floor, maybe poke around in the filing cabinets to sneak a copy of the resignation forms. He’ll have to time it right, maybe just before Sharon gets back from lunch-

Steve takes a step to round the desk but quickly remembers the pressing issue that’s nearly immobilizing; he’s practically panting from all the love you and Eddie heaped on him, and by the feel of it, his cheeks are tinged with a deep flush. 

Feeling slightly useless, Steve grits his teeth, sinking slowly back into his chair, hands forming into fists on the desktop. His eyes catch on the framed photo of you and Eddie, which is a mistake- he jolts forward to flip the picture face-down, nearly knocking it off the desk in his haste. 

Slowly, you all finally get up. After getting dressed and eating breakfast Steve says, “Dustin mentioned they’re all hanging at the Sinclair’s today.”

“I don’t think I can do it,” Robin states.

“Do what?” You ask.

“Spend today with everyone,” she replies, her eyes going glassy. “It’s just too much. I know it’s terrible, but I need a break. Just a day.”

“It’s not terrible,” you reply. “I get it. So much has happened, and everything is so heavy right now.”

Steve speaks up next, saying, “How about we just stay here all day? Hang in the living room, have a movie marathon, order pizza. Be dumb twenty year olds for once.”

“I like that plan,” Robin replies.

“Me too.” Plus, you’re already tired, your body clearly not agreeing with your early wake up. You stand from the table, rinsing the dishes in the sink before wordlessly grabbing their hands and leading everyone to the living room.

Steve moves the large ottoman, lining it up with the couch, making it big enough that you can all stretch out your legs. You settle in the middle, Steve putting in a movie and sitting on your left. Robin steps away for a moment, and you try not to panic. Especially since she’s back a moment later, precariously carrying three glasses of water and placing them on the coffee table before she plops to the right of you.

With everyone comfortable, Steve presses play.

You’re asleep before you can even figure out which movie he’s chosen.

It’s not a peaceful sleep.

You’re plagued by nightmares. Realistic images of things that happened, like being chased by the Mind Flayer, or Steve and Robin falling off the tower, only to be caught seconds later.

Then comes things that didn’t happen. Things even worse than reality. Steve falling for real. Robin being eaten by the Mind Flayer.

Vecna snapping both of their necks right in front of you.

It’s after that one that you jolt awake, breaths coming out in nearly painful pants as you gasp for air.

“Baby what is it?” Robin asks, collecting you in her lap. You wrap your arms around her neck, letting her pull you in close. She doesn’t press you for answers, but rather just holds you while you work through this.

Steve slides closer, nearby but not too close, not wanting you to feel overwhelmed or trapped.

Robin sways side to side, trying to soothe you in any way she knows how. The gentle rocking motion helps, until finally your tears stop and you’re able to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry-” you begin to say, only to be quickly cut off by Robin who states, “Do not say you’re sorry. There is nothing to be sorry for. We’ve all been through so much shit it’s wild that we’re not constantly breaking down.”

You let out a weak chuckle, and Robin presses a kiss to your hair.

Steve tries again to understand what just happened, so he asks, “Can you tell us what upset you?”

“Bad dreams.”

“Anything in particular?”

You shrug, then add, “Just bad memories. The last few days. And worst case scenarios that feel too real even though I know they’re not.”

Steve finally reaches out, rubbing his hand along your back, and you feel yourself go lax, the last bit of stress leaving as you feel both of them with you.

“It’s okay,” Robin murmurs. “We’re okay. We’re here.”

“Right here with you, baby,” Steve reassures.

You shift in Robin's lap, moving until your legs are straddling her, and your head is resting on her chest, your face tucked into her neck. Steve moves in all the way, resting one arm around the back of the couch, wrapping around Robin’s shoulder, while the other continues to rub circles on your back.

“What else can we do?” Steve asks. He can tell you’re exhausted, he knew from the moment he woke up that you had barely slept. Sleep deprivation is never healthy, but especially when you’re trying to recover from such a difficult experience. He’ll do anything he can to help you.

“Can you talk?” You ask.

“What do you mean?” He replies, somewhat confused.

You clarify, “Just talk. Tell stories. It helps to hear your voices. Lets me know you’re there.”

Robin smirks and answers, “Sweetheart, have you ever known me not to talk?”

You chuckle lightly, and she feels the movement from where you rest against her.

“Of course we can talk. You just rest, and we’ll fill the quiet. Sound good?” Steve reassures.

“Sounds perfect.”

They do as promised, chatting together and telling happy stories. As you begin to fall asleep again you start to tune them out, listening to the rhythm and cadence rather than the actual words.

As expected, hearing their voices relaxes you, and you’re finally able to get a decent nap. When you wake up they’re still both there, still talking, though quieter now.

You burrow impossibly deeper into Robin, and she giggles at your cat-like antics.

“Welcome back, baby,” She whispers. “Sleep well?”

“I did,” you quietly reply. “Thank you.”

“Of course sweetheart. Anything for you,” She says, and you don't doubt that for a moment.

You turn your head to look at Steve, who gives you a soft smile before leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You slept for a couple of hours,” he explains. “Are you hungry?”

Now that he mentions it, your stomach definitely feels a bit empty, so you simply nod your head yes.

“Pizza still sound good?”

You nod yes again as Robin says, “Hell yes.” You can't help but giggle at her enthusiasm, and she and Steve can't help but smile at the happy sound.

For the moment, everything feels okay. For the moment, the three of you can experience just a bit of normalcy in this happy little bubble. It lasts all afternoon, and you even fall asleep peacefully that night wrapped between the two of them. You think you might even make it until morning without any nightmares.

Of course, you were wrong.

Your brain is evil, coming up with a terrible montage. Steve falling off the tower. Steve being eaten by the Mind Flayer. Steve getting sliced open by a demogorgon. Steve getting shot by the Russians.

Steve dying. Steve dying. Steve dying.

Over and over and over again.

You jolt awake, his name falling from your lips and you cry out for him.

“I'm here, I'm here,” he says as he rubs your back. “What is it? What's wrong?”

Just like earlier you're crying too hard to respond. Steve shifts on the bed, sitting up so his back is against the headboard. He gently pulls you towards him, and you settle in his lap. You legs firmly straddle his waist, and you clutch at his shirt, tucking your head into his neck.

Robin's awake, but just as Steve had given you space earlier, she does the same now. He starts to rock back and forth, just as he’d seen Robin do last time, and after a few minutes your sobs grow quiet. You sniffle, taking deep breaths, and Robin quietly sneaks to the bathroom to get you tissues. She comes back and gently cleans off your face, pressing kisses to your now clean cheeks before sliding back into her side of the bed.

“It was more nightmares,” you finally whisper. You look up at Steve, your red-rimmed eyes meeting his and adding, “Nightmares of you dying. Just, over and over and I couldn’t save you.”

“I’m right here, honey, I’m here. I’ve got you,” Steve reassures. “C’mere, listen to my heart, okay?” You readjust just enough to press your ear to his chest, comforted by the steady beating of his heart. Proof of life. It helps you settle, but not fully.

You still have this anxious buzz throughout your body, the feeling like something is missing.

You feel empty.

Suddenly you know what would make you feel better. You want to be impossibly closer to Steve, to feel him everywhere.

Including inside you.

You shake your head just a tiny bit, trying to get rid of that thought. Because is now really the time to want sex? But then you realize that’s not what you want. Not exactly. You just want the connection. Want to be full.

You shift again, legs still spread on either side of Steve’s, but now you sit up, arm's wrapping around his neck. You pull back just enough to look him right in the eyes, trying to figure out how to explain what you need.

Not being able to get the words out has you stressed again, and you sigh deeply, your breath catching.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks. Your eyes shift away, and he can tell there’s something you don’t want to say. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“It’s weird,” you reply immediately.

“I promise we won’t judge you.”

One glance at Robin has her smiling and nodding encouragingly.

Blinking away the last of your tears, you somewhat reluctantly say, “I need to feel you. Like, everywhere.”

He holds you closer, his hands rubbing your back,down your arms.

“Not like that,” you then add.

He looks at you, confusion clear on his face.

You take one more deep breath and reply, “Inside. I need to feel you inside.”

Finally he gets it, you can see the light switch on in his brain.

“Oh!” He remembers yesterday, how you’d felt better once he was nestled in you, and he suddenly understands what you need now.

“Yea. But like. Not sex.”

“Not sex?”

“No. Just…”

“Just inside,” he says for you and you nod.

“Okay,” he adds. “I can do that. Just give me a moment.”

He sits quietly, shifting his mindset from anxiety and protectiveness to something more tender, something more intimate. He pulls you in for a kiss, one slow and deep, and just feeling your tongue slide against his is enough to get him ready for you.

His hands move down so he can slide your panties off, leaving you just in one of his oversized T-shirts. He goes to your entrance, feeling how wet you are, and goes to slip one finger inside.

“No, no, not fingers,” you whine. “Just you.”

“Baby, I have to prep you,” he replies, his voice quiet, meant to soothe you. But it doesn't work. You begin to breathe harder, tears springing to your eyes as this inexplicable feeling of panic rises in you once more.

“Please,” you practically beg. “Please, it will fit, I promise. I just need you.”

“Okay, honey. Okay. I’ve got you.”

His hand goes to the waistband of his boxers, pulling himself out and you nearly sob at the idea of finally getting what you want.

“You sure?” He asks, holding his tip right at your entrance.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you reply, nodding shakily.

He pushes in, the stretch burning, but you love it. You want more. So you slowly but steadily sink further on him, until he’s fully inside of you.

You let out a sigh of relief, Steve’s hands moving to rub circles on your back. You rest your head on his shoulder, turning so that you can look at Robin.

“Feeling better baby?” She asks.

You blush and nod, to which she says, “You’re adorable.”

It’s a weird word to use as you sit here with Steve’s cock inside of you. It’s something that should typically be seen as something sexual, something dirty, maybe even kinky. But it’s not. At least, not the way you guys are doing it.

It’s comforting. Soothing. You reach a hand out and she understands the unspoken invitation, taking your hand in hers.

Her eyelids grow heavy, and you can tell she’ll be back asleep soon. Steve’s breathing starts to even out as well, and you know he’ll be sleeping too. You shift just a bit to get comfortable, and you feel the way he fills you so perfectly.

Reassured by their presences, by their touch, you too drift off.

You know that grieving and healing from traumatic situations isn’t exactly a linear process, and that everyone needs different things. And you are so grateful that Steve and Robin are by your side. Because if the past 24 hours have shown anything, it’s that they’ll be there for you, whatever you need, no questions asked.

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AN: Thank you for reading! I have another chapter nearly half written, and it will be a more lighthearted smutty one set in the future! And then I'm still playing with the idea of reader getting pregnant and then Vecna somehow comes back and then it obvi gets angsty and there will be lots of protective Steve and Robin

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Eventually the kissing always leads to touching. Robin is always first. She lays you back, using her fingers, her tongue, her leg against your core to get you off. You’ve become a bit of a pillow princess, but again, it’s mostly by Steve and Robin's choice. They simply love taking care of you, taking you apart, leaving you satisfied beneath them.

It had been established early on that as soon as the kissing starts, your clothes come off. Both of your partners love seeing your body, constantly telling you how beautiful you are. And as already mentioned, you love their attention. Plus you always immediately get warm the moment their hands are on you. So unless you’re having a quickie hidden away at the radio station, your clothes are gone immediately.

The first time a Robin started removing her clothes had shocked you.

“Rob, what are you doing?” You ask as she straddles your lap and tosses her shirt over her head before quickly undoing her bra.

“Need to feel you,” she answers.

“Yea, but-” you pointedly look at Steve who’s kneeling by your head.

“Oh Steve? I used to get changed in his car all the time. He doesn’t care. Right?”

“Nope,” he says casually. You know he isn’t lying because while he spares her a glance as he answers, Steve’s attention quickly returns to you. He plays with your breasts while Robin pulls off her pants and underwear. The two of you find a perfect angle and rhythm and soon you’re both coming on each other's fingers.

She presses a few more kisses to your lips while you both come down from your high, and then she leaves to hang in the other room while you and Steve have your fun.

And that’s how it happens every time. The three of you start together, you and Robin get each other off, and then she makes herself scarce while Steve fucks you. Of course once he’s cleaned up and covered Robin returns, the two of them cuddling you between them.

But then comes the final battle. The plan is half baked at best, but it’s the only plan. It has to work. As all of you climb to the top of the tower, you can’t help but glance at Robin and Steve. Because despite the three of you saying that you’re just best friends, that the sex is just for fun or blowing off steam, the thought that you could lose one or both of them turns your blood cold.

And then, your worst fear almost comes true.

The abyss lowers and hits the top of the needle, causing it to crash down. It takes out one of the railings and shakes the tower, sending Steve and Robin over the edge.

For a moment, they’re gone. Plummeting to their deaths in this goddamn hell dimension.

If it weren’t for Jonathan, Mike, and Lucas, you would’ve lost everything. The two people you love-yes, love- would be dead.

Once they're pulled back into the tower you want to run to them, hold them, hear their heartbeats and know that they’re alive. But before you can move Dustin runs to Steve and Will goes to Robin and then it’s time to move onto the next step. There’s no time for you to go to them.

And then of course comes a twist none of you expected. A creature, reminiscent of the mind Flayer only much bigger, is your next opponent.

“That should work,” Lucas says when a plan is pitched to lure the monster into an ideal spot for an attack.

“One question though,” Robin says. “Which one of us is the bait?”

It’s a good question, one you have an immediate answer too. “It’s me.”

As the experienced sharpshooter, it makes the most sense for you to take that job.

“No-” Robin begins to say, cut off by Steve’s exclamation of “Absolutely not!”

You give them both a look, one that’s a mix of love and an apology. And then you shoot and run.

In an instant you lock in, knowing the job you need to do and focusing on it to give yourself the best chance of survival. You can’t look back, so you miss the way Steve and Robin try to run to you, they way Nancy and Dustin have to pull them away to bring them to their spots and help fight.

It’s a close call, so close that you feel a painful sting where one of the monster's teeth managed to slice the skin. It hurts, but you’re sure it’s nothing more than a scratch, and you go back to shooting.

The monster is killed. The children are saved. And the Upsidedown is destroyed. The plan is a success, but the loss of El has shaken everyone.

You, Steve, and Robin end the night back in Steve’s house. The atmosphere is unsettling, going back to a house where nothing is different, except the events of the last days have changed your lives forever.

All you want to do is collapse in bed, except, “God Steve, you really do stink.” Robin couldn’t be more correct, and it’s clear all of you need to clean up.

“I want a bath,” you state.

“Ugh, yes!” Robin agrees.

“C’mon,” Steve says. “We’ll use the one in the master.”

“All three of us?” You ask.

“Trust me,” he replies. “The tub is obnoxiously large.”

He isn’t lying. And after everything you've been through, you suddenly can’t wait to sink into it. Steve begins filling it, adding bubbles, planning to get in and cover himself while Robin is busy getting herself undressed.

Steve is about to get in the water when he hears Robin exclaim, “Baby, oh my god! Steve!” He runs over to see what’s wrong, no one caring about the fact that this is the first time all three of you are completely naked in front of each other.

“Look at this,” Robin says, pointing out a long scratch that runs from your neck to your shoulder. Steve examines it and then says, “It’s okay. It doesn’t look bad. Not bleeding anymore, not too deep, didn’t hit anything major. It’s okay,” he repeats, unsure if he’s reassuring you, Robin, or himself.

“Kiss it better?” You ask.

They both smile gently, taking turns to lean in and press gentle pecks along your injury.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Steve says. He takes your hand and helps you slide into the water before doing the same to Robin. Finally, he sinks in as well.

“That feels fantastic,” Robin voices.

“I forgot how good a hot bath feels after almost dying,” you say. It’s meant as a joke, but there’s an uncomfortable level of truth to it.

“C’mere,” Steve says, getting close to you. “Let me do your hair.” He gently and thoroughly washes and conditions your hair before doing the same to Robin. He does his own while you and Robin help wash each other's bodies. You then help scrub Steve clean, making sure to get every last bit of goo off of him.

When the water starts to cool you climb out, drying off with plush towels. You start to shiver and Steve quickly gets sweats for both you and Robin to wear before getting clothes for himself as well.

He checks the medicine cabinet and is happy to find some antibacterial cream, which he applies to your cut. You wince at the sting, Steve quietly murmuring , “I know baby, I’m sorry. Almost done.”

He finishes, pressing a kiss to your head and turning to Robin asking, “Any cuts?”

“Surprisingly no,” she answers.

“I’ll grab you some ice for your cheek,” he says.

“What about you?” Robin asks. “Any injuries?”

He assesses himself for a moment and replies, “No. Just a bit sore.”

“I’m giving you both shoulder massages tomorrow,” you say, knowing that’s probably where they’re feeling it the most after hanging onto the tower.

“Let’s just get into bed for now,” Robin says. “I feel like I could sleep for days.”

“Head to my room, I’ll meet you there,” Steve says. The two of you do as he says, and though you’re safe and comfortable in his bed, you have an unsettled feeling. It goes away as soon as Steve walks back holding the ice he’d promised Robin.

He goes to her, gently holding the ice to her cheek. She moves her arm up to grab it, and her hand brushes against his. They keep that point of contact for a moment before Steve leans in to press a kiss to the top of her head. They share a look, one of deep care for one another, and Steve finally pulls away.

He walks around the bed to get in on your other side. You lay on your back, reaching an arm out to Steve. He takes the invitation, moving closer until he’s able to rest his head on your chest.

Robin sits up for a few minutes to ice her face, and then she too gets close, tucking her head in the crook of your neck. She places one more kiss to your cut, and you hold her and Steve tight to you. You watch as they reach across in order to hold hands, both of them clasped together and resting on top of your stomach.

The next day you meet up with the rest of the group. It’s a weird energy, knowing that you successfully saved the world but lost someone so important at the same time.

That night you go back to Steve’s, and you wonder if his parents will return to Hawkins now that the military is leaving. You hope not. You’re already getting used to staying here. Or at least, staying with Steve and Robin. Maybe the three of you could get a place together.

But that’s getting ahead of yourself. This whole agreement was friends with benefits. Feelings and futures together weren’t part of the plan.

The plan was sex. And the way Robin pulls you in flush to her as you step into Steve’s room lets you know that’s her plan for the night.

“This okay?” She asks, her breath fanning across your neck as she speaks.

“Yes. Please,” you reply, suddenly needing to feel her. It’s clear she needs this too, her lips crashing into yours before slowing down, pressing more gently. Steve also clearly can’t stay away and longer, pressing against your back, his hands gripping your hips, just needing to touch you.

Robin pulls back to start pressing kisses to your neck, and Steve angles your head to steal your mouth. It’s intense, messy, and perfect. Makes you feel alive. Reminds you they’re alive.

His hands go to the hem of your shirt, and he slowly starts to raise it. Robin notices and moves just enough to give him room to take it off before she quickly does the same with your bra.

Steve takes his own shirt off as well, and Robin follows suit until the three of you are topless.

“I want these off,” you say in reference to your own jeans, and Robin is more than happy to help. Soon the two of you are completely bare, Steve’s jeans the only clothing left on.

“Lay in bed, baby,” Robin says. You do and she wastes no time before diving in. She kisses your inner thighs, teasing only for a moment before going to where you need her most. She nips at your clitoris before starting to lick, giving just the right stimulation to that sensitive bud. And when she slides two fingers inside and crooks them just right it has you seeing stars. You can’t remember the last time you’d come so quickly, and you desperately want to return the favor.

“Sit on my face,” you nearly demand the second you catch your breath. Robin listens, crawling towards you and lining herself up over you. Your hands go to her thighs, pulling her down until her center is exactly where you want it to be. You eat her out, finding those spots that have the prettiest sounds falling from her lips.

She comes in your mouth and you drink up everything she gives you, greedy for it. When she climbs off she doesn’t go far, leaning in for another round of kisses, moaning as she tastes herself on your tongue.

As soon as she’s done Steve dives in, practically attacking your mouth with his. It’s more rough than you’re used to, but you don’t want him to stop. In fact, it only riles you up more. You want it rough, want him to fuck you like he means it.

“Need you, Steve, please,” you practically beg.

Hearing her normal cue, Robin stands and begins to move away.

“Stop!” You shout in a sudden wave of panic.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks, immediately backing off and giving you space. Except that’s the last thing you want. Not having either of them touching you feels wrong, and you can’t stop the tears that start to stream out of the corners of your eyes.

“Baby,” Steve practically coos. “What is it?”

“Don’t go, please, don’t leave. You can’t leave,” you cry.

“I’m right here,” he says and leans back down enough for you to feel him on you. Partially comforted, you turn to Robin, and she can see from your expression alone that you need her to stay too.

“I won’t leave you,” she promises as she sits next to your head.

Despite having both of them touch you again, you still feel uneasy. There’s a weird emptiness, and you know what will fix it. But you can’t. You can’t have it all.

Because what you want is Steve inside of you. To feel that physical connection. But you don’t want Robin to leave, and you definitely don’t want to make her uncomfortable.

Sensing this inner turmoil Robin leans down and says, “It’s okay. You can keep going. I don’t mind. Really.”

“You don’t?”

“No,” she says with a shake of her head. “I don’t. In fact it was starting to feel a bit silly. I mean, I could hear everything anyway, what difference is it being in here? Plus, I would love to see your pretty face when Stevie makes you come.”

And just like that she has you blushing instead of crying.

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

You smile and pull her in for another kiss while Steve pushes off his pants and boxers.

“Ready baby?” He asks, and you feel him line up his tip with your entrance.

“I’m ready,” you answer. As always, he goes slow, taking his time entering you, afraid to hurt you. You always reassure him that it doesn’t, that you like the feel of the stretch, but he worries anyway.

He sets a steady pace, working you up so sweetly. You remember earlier how you’d wanted it rough. And you still think you’ll want that some day.

But right now, Steve knew what you needed more than you did. Because this is sweet, careful, tender. Loving.

And Robin’s right there. She and Steve are taking turns kissing your lips, your neck, your chest. As you reach your second orgasm, you feel tears fill your eyes again.

It’s so much, almost too much, an overwhelming feeling. You and Steve come at the same time, and as you go over that edge, it pushes your emotions into overdrive as well. You start to cry, harder than before, once again worrying the other two.

“I’m gonna pull out baby,” he says to warn you. He does so, and you barely feel the usual sting, too distracted by everything else going on in your mind.

Steve rearranges you, him sitting against the headboard with you curled up sideways in his lap. Robin sits opposite him, taking both of your hands in one of yours as her other hand moves to gently pet through your hair.

Steve kisses your temple and asks, “Can you tell us what’s going on in here sweet girl?”

It takes a minute for you to calm down and stop crying enough to say anything. But finally you manage to say, “I thought you were dead! I thought I lost both of you and I can’t- I can’t lose you! You guys can’t die because I love you and if you died it would kill me.”

The sobbing returns and Steve’s arm around you tightens even more, his other reaching out for Robin. You look over and find she’s crying as well, and even Steve's eyes seem a bit glassy.

“We’re here,” he says, his voice shaky. “Right here. We’re okay and it’s all over now. We’re safe.”

Robin sniffles and says, “We almost lost you too. You don’t get to do that. Ever again. Because I love you too and I don’t want to lose you either.”

“Robin’s right,” Steve adds. “I think my heart literally stopped watching you get chased by that thing without even a second thought. I love you, so no more crazy stunts like that. Got it?”

You can’t speak, too emotional to form words, but Steve feels you nod your head against his chest.

“We all agree?” Robin says through tears. “No more almost dying?”

“Agreed.” Steve replies.

“Agreed,” you finally whisper.

The three of you stay cuddled like that for a while. It isn’t until Robin peeks at you and whispers, “She’s asleep”, that they carefully lay you down under the covers. They follow immediately, wrapping their arms around you again and holding you close, their arms tangling together as well.

Despite their promises, it takes some time for you to really believe it’s true. That the danger is over. That you’re all finally safe.

But as time passes, you eventually feel secure. The nightmares begin to fade, leaving good dreams of the future in their place.

The details don’t matter much. As long as you have Steve and Robin on either side of you in bed each night, then you have everything you need.

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AN: Thanks for reading!

Okay so my other idea. I’ve never been a big fan of pregnancy fics, but I’ve seen a few Steve x reader where reader gets pregnant accidentally during season 5 and I’ve actually really been liking them. I’m thinking of writing a part of this series set in the early 90s where the trio decide it’s time to have a baby. So reader is pregnant and then, boom, the danger isn’t as done as they thought. And ofc reader is in danger and Steve and Robin are both overprotective af

You’d thought about it before. Being with Steve, mostly. Working together scooping ice cream, he was the nicest thing you had to look at. You smiled each time he failed to score with a girl. Because that meant you still had a chance.

You hadn’t thought about Robin that way. Not until the three of you were done puking in the mall bathroom and she came out to you and Steve. Liking girls hadn’t even been something you had considered before. It hadn’t been an option.

But now? Well now you’re intrigued.

It isn't until over a year later that you finally test it out. On a late night at WSQK, you and Robin have to find ways to stay awake. There was a rumor that you might receive a helpful transmission, though no one really thought it would happen. Still, someone had to be there. Just in case.

You’re on the couch wrapped in warm blankets, talking about everything and nothing. After a quiet moment you ask, “Have you ever kissed a girl?”

Robin is surprised by the question, but truthfully answers, “No. Not yet.”

“How did you know you like girls if you’ve never been with one?”

“Oh. Well, I guess I always kind of knew? Like, I never had crushes on boys the way other girls did. But they’d talk about their feelings and I realized I had them. I just had them for girls instead.”

You nod, your brows furrowed, and Robin can tell you’re deep in thought. “Any reason you’re asking?” She questions.

You sigh and shrug, not replying for a moment. And then you say, “I’ve been thinking about it. If I might like girls too. But I know I like boys. So I can’t be gay if I like boys, right?”

“I mean, it’s a spectrum. You could be bisexual.”

“What?”

“Bisexual. Meaning you like both.”

“That’s a thing?”

“Of course it is! It’s not exactly well known yet, but there are a few bisexual groups in the US. And I think in the UK too.”

“Huh.” That’s all you say while you go back to being lost in thought. Robin is surprisingly patient, giving you the time to think it through.

Finally you say, “But how do I know if I like girls too? Because you said you didn’t like boys. So it was clear to you. I do like boys. So why make my life harder? More complicated? At the same time though, girls seem pretty great. I don’t think I’d be against kissing a girl over a guy, or having a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend or-”

“Woah, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think you’re overthinking it. There’s no pressure to put a label on anything. It’s more about taking the time to be comfortable with what you like.”

“That makes sense, I guess,” you reply.

It’s quiet again but then you jokingly ask, “So what happens if we do find girls to be with and we’re terrible at kissing?”

Robin barks out a laugh, but when it fades she replies, “That would suck, huh?”

“That’d totally suck.”

“You know, I haven't been to many slumber parties, but I did see some girls ‘practice kissing’. Just never participated because it felt sneaky.”

“So you think we should practice kissing?”

“I mean, I’m down if you are. Plus I’m bored,” she says, throwing her head back and revealing her neck to you. Suddenly, you want this, want to kiss her. Not just her lips, but that perfect milky skin she’s just put on display.

In a surprising show of confidence, you lean forward, placing a kiss to her neck. When you move back she looks at you and says, “So you’re in?”

“I’m in,” you answer, your voice determined.

There’s a hesitation. But not because either of you are nervous. Rather because no one exactly knows where to start. Robin finally moves first, her hand resting on the side of your face, gently pulling you to her.

She licks her lips, and then they’re on yours. She’s soft, her lips plush as she moves gently against you. The two of you share a few pecks, getting lost in the feeling of one another.

Her hand moves back until she slides in into your hair, using that to pull you closer. Her other hand moves to your waist, and she tugs there as well. Accepting the invitation, you push away the blankets and move to straddle her lap.

She sighs at the feeling of you on top of her, and you use that moment to slide your tongue into her mouth. You explore each other's mouths, licking into one another before you pull back to press kisses to Robin's neck. She can’t help but do the same, before slotting your mouths back together.

The tension rises, and then suddenly, the crackling of the radio forces it to break. Remembering your job for the night, you both clumsily detach and run over to the controls. There’s just static for a moment, and you listen closely in case it’s the transmission you’d been waiting for.

But then all you hear is Hopper saying, “False alarm girls. No message coming tonight. Feel free to head home.”

“Got it, thanks,” you reply, thankful you don’t sound as breathless as you feel.

You lock up and give Robin a ride home. It’s quiet at first but then you say, “So uh, you definitely don’t suck at kissing.”

“Thanks,” she replies with a shy smile. “You don’t suck either, by the way.”

And that’s how it starts between you and Robin. Whenever you’re alone and needing to kill time, or want to have fun, or just need to feel something good, you crash into one another. It starts as just kissing, but over time you start to do other things as well.

You learn what Robin tastes like coming in your mouth, and she uses her fingers to find that special spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. When you only have a moment and just need to let off some steam you find a hidden spot and slot your bodies together, grinding down on each other's legs to find pleasure.

It’s during one of these moments that Steve finds you. Tongues fighting for dominance, hips gyrating together, the two of you lost in each other.

“Woah!” He exclaims, not able to keep his surprise in.

You and Robin break apart as though you’d been electrocuted, looking at him guiltily.

“The two of you?” He asks, dumbfounded.

“Just for fun!” Is your immediate answer.

“Yea!” Robin adds. “You know, letting off steam,” she says, her eyebrows raised and a smile on her face to hopefully get Steve to accept what he’s seeing.

He slowly nods, his face showing the journey he’s going through mentally.

“So wait,” he finally says, looking at you. “Are you gay too?”

“Not quite. Robin says I’m probably bisexual. So I like boys and girls.”

“Okay. Okay. Got it. Uhm, listen, everyone on their way here for a planning meeting. Can we talk about this more later?”

“Of course,” Robin replies.

You don’t talk for a few days. And then the three of you spend another late night at the station. And the topic comes back up. You’re all on the couch, Steve on your left and a Robin on your right.

“So uhm, how did it…happen?” He asks.

“Well,” Robin begins. “We were here late and started talking. And we admitted we’d never kissed anyone and so we decided to try with each other.”

You then add, “I was wondering if I liked girls. This seemed like a good way to test it out.”

“And you think you like girls and boys?” Steve asks.

“I think so.”

“Oh, you should kiss Steve and see if you like it!” Robin, ever helpful, exclaims.

Both of you stutter, trying to come up with a reason that it’s a bad idea. But honestly, you don’t hate it. Finally, you and Steve turn to each other and shrug.

“I mean, I’m down if you are,” he says.

“I guess I don’t see why not,” you reply.

You scooch closer to him and he leans down, connecting his lips to yours. It starts slow, tentative, like he’s giving you the space to move away if you want to. But you don’t want to move away. In fact you want to move closer.

Just like that first time with Robin, you now end up in Steve’s lap, the kiss growing deeper. You press down, and that’s when you feel it.

Steve’s dick, now rock hard in his pants. You’re not quite ready to go that far yet, so you reluctantly pull away. You crawl to the other end of the couch, pulling Robin in for a quick but thorough kiss.

Finally, you sit back down in the middle and say, “Yep. Definitely like both.”

After that night, you and Steve also share intimate moments when possible. Sometimes all three of you sneak away together, both of them taking turns kissing you.

It isn’t until a night off at Steve’s that things go further. He’d had everyone over to watch movies, just act normal for once. It’s late, and everyone had left except for you and Robin. At least, he thinks you’re still there.

As he finishes cleaning up he realizes that you’re both missing. He walks through his house and finally spots you both.

“Really? My bed? Without me?”

He has a point. It’s probably a bit rude to make out in his bed and not even invite him to join.

The two of you break apart and Robin looks back and forth between you and Steve, a mischievous look on her face.

“Hey Stevie, our girl was saying she’s ready to go all the way with you,” she says with a smirk.

“Robin!” You yell, face flushing with embarrassment.

“What? You said you want to, and I know you’re too shy to tell him yourself. Just wanted to help.”

There's an awkward moment where you all stare at each other but then Robin continues, “Listen, you can tell me to shut up and stop and we’ll end this and go home. OR,” she says looking at you directly, “You and I could have our fun and I’ll get you ready for Steve. We could all end tonight very satisfied.”

“Up to you,” Steve says, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m in if you are. But no pressure, seriously.”

“I’m in.” You’re sure. You want this. You’re tired of waiting. And also you’re worried that the world is going to end soon and you’ll die without experiencing this and honestly, that’s a travesty. So you’re in.

“Excellent,” Robin says with a smile, her eyes sparkling as she moves to lay on top of you, your legs intertwined just right.

“Ready?” She asks.

“Ready.” You reply. With clear consent given, she leans down and goes back to kissing you the way she was before you were interrupted. Which means deeply, passionately, and with one hand on your breast and the other tangling in your hair. Exactly where you want them.

Your hands go to her waist, encouraging her to start moving. She builds up a rhythm, and soon your kisses turn to pants as you both reach your orgasms.

“Well that was hot,” Steve remarks and you giggle in reply.

“Oh just wait,” Robin says. “Still need to get her ready for you.” Her hands move to the button of your jeans, and she looks at you for permission. You nod, and she slowly helps you out of your bottoms. She does the same with your underwear, leaving you bare from the waist down.

“Beautiful,” she says and Steve adds, “You’re perfect, baby.”

Their words wash away any insecurity and shyness you’d just felt. And then Robin gets to work, slowly opening you up with her fingers. It takes some time, but she eventually gets three in, stretching you while making you feel so good.

When she turns her fingers just right and starts hitting the sweet spot inside of you, your quiet whimpers switch to moans. You reach a hand out, searching for something to keep you grounded as she brings you to your second orgasm of the night. What you find is Steve’s hands, and you grab it tight as waves of pleasure crash through you.

His free hand strokes your hair as he says, “That’s it baby, just relax and let Robin take care of you.”

She works you through it, and you pout when she pulls out. “None of that,” she reprimands. “You’re getting Steve next, don’t be greedy.” Still, she leans in for one more kiss before moving away.

Steve stands, his hands going to unzip his pants but he’s stopped by Robin who says, “Hold on!”

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks, immediately pulling his hands away.

“Nothing. I just realized I have no desire to ever see your dick. So I’m just gonna go to the living room and you guys have fun! Don’t forget to wrap it! And call me back when you’re done and decent, I want post sex cuddles.”

Steve moves to his beside table, grabbing a condom as Robin gives you a thumbs up and turns to leave. As soon as the door shuts behind her Steve goes back to removing his pants, shoving down his jeans and boxers in one go.

“Holy shit,” you exclaim. “That’s- it’s so big. There’s no way that fits!”

Robin, barely two steps down the hall, hears everything, laughing and cringing simultaneously. She quickly makes her escape before she hears anything more.

“It’ll fit,” he reassures you. “I’ll go slow, but your body can take more than you think.”

“Okay,” you reply. “I trust you.”

He pulls off his shirt then slides the condom on as he says, “Don’t forget, you can tell me to stop at any time and I will, no questions asked. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Can I take this off?” He asks, his fingers playing with the hem of your sweater. You nod and sit up so he can remove it before you promptly take off your bra as well.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he says, leaning in to kiss you once again.

His hand moves to your center, sliding his fingers inside to make sure Robin properly stretched you. Pleased with what he finds, he pulls out and rubs your wetness on his length. He lines himself up with your entrance and as promised, slowly slides in.

Just like he said it would, he fits. But it takes time for him to do so without causing you discomfort. He checks in as he goes, and you reassure him that you’re okay. Finally, he’s flush against you.

Just like before, you reach out a hand, needing to hold his to feel grounded. He understands and shifts so he can hold himself up on one arm, freeing the other for you. With that point of comforting contact, you tell Steve that you’re ready, he can start moving.

He starts slow, gentle, but soon enough he finds a rhythm, quickly building you up to your third and biggest orgasm of the night. You clench around him, sending him over the edge as well. He carefully pulls out, and you can't hide your wince at the slight sting that’s left behind.

“You okay?” He asks.

“More than,” you reply, a sleepy smile on your face, which he promptly kisses. He then gets up to dispose of the condom and put on clean boxers and a tshirt. He picks out some clothes for you as well, but you’d rather not put them on right now. Plus, you feel like your partners will have no problem getting to admire your body.

“Hey Rob!” He calls out. “You can come back now!”

She enters a moment later, her eyes practically bugging out at the image of you, bare and spread on the bed.

“Someone looks happy,” she says as she climbs in next to you.

“So happy,” you answer.

“Why don’t we all get under the covers, hm?” Steve suggests. You nod, but do very little to help, so he ends up holding you while Robin pulls down the blankets. Once he places you back down you turn on your side facing Robin and wrap an arm around her waist. Steve turns off the lights then gets in as well, spooning you from behind. You feel safe, warm, and cared for.

It’s quiet for a moment but then Robin says, “So he’s big huh?”

“Oh my god!” Steve yells, tucking his head into the crook of your neck to hide in embarrassment.

After you finish laughing you reply, “Huge.”

You didn’t think you’d regret telling her. Not until this moment. Where you’re planning to prevent the end of the world in a room full of people, and Robin, for some reason, makes a joke about Steve’s big dick. And you have to keep a straight face.

If you all survive this, you vow to kill her later. And when Steve replies, “What the hell is wrong with you?” it’s clear that he’ll help.

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AN: Thanks for reading! Couldn’t resist hopping on and writing about this unhinged reveal haha

Steve hums. “I guess that’s true.” 

“Dick.” Eddie grins, giving Steve’s hair a yank. Steve pulls Eddie’s hair in turn. “Ow. Hey, you know I’m usually into that, but that was kinda rough.” 

“Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it,” Steve taunts, bending to console your boyfriend with a kiss. 

Eddie palms Steve’s face from upside down and accepts the offer eagerly. His feet stop kicking around in the pool, both boys softening in the span of seconds before their lips part. Your chest aches with soul-splitting affection. 

Eddie leans up to claim another kiss before Steve can get away. “Hi,” he says. 

Steve’s voice is warm. “Hi, idiot.” 

“What’s this?” Eddie strokes his thumb over Steve’s jaw, painfully gentle. 

“Huh?” 

You grin along with Eddie. Your boyfriend is so hopeless when he gets caught up in you. “You have a cut here, baby.”

“Oh.” Steve feels it, his fingers covering Eddie’s. “Must’ve been from shaving.” 

“Ouch.” 

“I didn’t even know it was there.” 

Eddie frowns, running his thumb over it again. “Fine. Just be a little more careful with my boyfriend next time, okay? I like his face the way it is.” 

Steve’s cheeks pink, but his smile is cocky. “Oh, yeah?” 

“Yeah. You’re not gonna fucking embarass me, Harrington. I’m not ashamed of it.” 

“Wanna say that on camera, then?” 

“I plead the fifth.” Eddie turns his face away, catching sight of you. “Hey, beautiful. That for us?” 

You remember the lemonade, stepping the rest of the way outside and shutting Steve’s back door behind you. “Yup,” you say. 

Eddie sits up, forcing Steve to abandon his task with Eddie’s hair, and he helps you unstack the cups you brought from inside. You can’t stop smiling. 

Steve’s eyeing you, one part suspicion and two parts fondness. “What?” 

“What?” You play dumb. 

He pokes a finger into your cheek. “What’s up with this?” 

You laugh, making Steve smile despite himself. “Nothing.” 

“Definitely something,” Eddie muses. He takes the cup you offer him, studying you as he drinks. “What, are you feeling left out, pretty girl?” 

Though it’s nowhere near the truth, your cheeks flame at the suggestion in his tone. “No.” You roll your eyes. “Just thinking about how pruney your toes must be.” 

Eddie takes his feet out of the pool without missing a beat. A stream of water trails after them as he swivels around, setting his cold feet next to your warm ones. “Wanna feel?” He waggles his eyebrows. 

“Mm, nope.” 

“Come on, I know you’re obsessed with my feet. You basically just admitted it.” 

“Jesus.” Steve’s nose has wrinkled. “Get those away from her, you freak.” 

Eddie doesn’t break your gaze. “You’re disgusting,” you tell him. 

“Aw. You love me.” 

“M’not feeling fabulous,” you mumble, your voice echoing around the inside of the bowl. “Are Nancy and Robs okay?” 

“Yeah, they’re good,” he says. “They’re home safe.” He peers into the bowl when you lower it for a second. You’ve almost drained it. He has to hand it to Eddie; purposefully or not, his bowl scheme has gotten you to drink a good amount of water. “Neither of them would tell me what you guys got up to, though.” 

You’ve just raised the bowl to drink again, and you giggle into your little cavern. 

Eddie, feeling left out, hops down from the counter and takes up a position on your other side. “Ooh, that sounds like trouble.” He nudges your shoulder with his, squinting at you deviously. “What’d you do, huh?”

You set the bowl down, finished. “Nothing,” you say smugly. 

Eddie leans around you to shoot Steve a look, and he rolls his eyes at the showy intrigue in it. 

“Let me guess,” his boyfriend drawls. “You went to that biker bar downtown?”

You shake your head but realize your mistake halfway through, frowning at yourself. “M’not gonna say anything.” 

“That’s no fun! Come on, did you all get secret matching tattoos?” 

You press your lips together. Ignore the eyebrow Steve raises at you. 

“Did you go skinny dipping in the river? Go to a strip club?” Eddie gasps, expression morphing into one of scandal like your face has revealed anything more than a growing amusement at his theories. “Oh my god, you worked a strip club! Baby, you should’ve told us, Stevie and I would’ve tipped you good if we’d been invited.” 

“Quit it.” You go to pinch Eddie’s side. He stops you with a hand on your wrist and a delighted grin. “M’not telling you yes or no to anything, so don’t bother.” 

“Alright,” Steve says at the mischievous look in his boyfriend’s brown eyes, “you ready for bed?” 

Instantly, your good mood slips away. “No,” you say, almost pleading. “M’too dizzy, I can’t go to bed like this.” 

Eddie’s coo sounds how Steve feels. He stands while his boyfriend kisses sympathetically at your cheek, reaching down for you.

“That’s alright,” he promises. “Let’s just brush teeth for now, okay? We’ll give you some time to sober up.” 

It takes some help from Eddie on the floor to get you up, but soon Steve has his arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close to his side as he all but carries you to the bathroom. He hears Eddie moving around in the kitchen, cleaning up your small mess, and takes the opportunity to lean in to whisper, “Okay, are you really not going to tell me how you got like this?” 

You groan, head lolling onto his shoulder. “You’re gonna think it’s so uncool.” 

Steve laughs quietly. “C’mon, babe. You’ve got the D&D master in there, and then a guy who probably peaked in high school. Are you really worried about what we think is cool?” 

“Yes,” you mutter, but sigh in defeat as he leans you against the bathroom counter, getting your toothbrush ready for you. “Fine. We didn’t even go out. We just stayed in Nancy’s basement.” 

He feels his eyebrows go up. “I thought you guys were going to go to the bars.” 

“We were, but Robin brought us brownies to eat before we left, and…and she didn’t tell me what was in them until I’d already had two.” 

“Oh,” Steve realizes, “you’re high, huh?” 

“I had a bit to drink before that, too,” you say miserably. You take the toothbrush from him, all but shoving it into your mouth. 

“You’re crossed?” Steve gives a little laugh, scrubbing his hand up and down your arm sympathetically. Your skin is pleasantly warm, and you lean into his touch like his hands are molding you that way. “Shit, that sucks.” 

“We didn’t even get to go out because of me,” you lament around a mouthful of toothpaste. You’re starting to sound a bit teary. “And I threw up in Nancy’s bathroom.” 

Steve tries to look like he’s taking this seriously, but it’s hard to keep the amusement from his tone. “You couldn’t have known, you know?” He crosses his arms, watching as you scrub the inside of your mouth like you’re trying to rid yourself of this entire night. “Robs should have told you earlier. Christ, no wonder you seemed so much more fucked up than either of them.” 

“What’s going on?” Eddie leans against the doorway. 

“She’s crossed,” Steve says. 

“Steve!” You spit your toothpaste into the sink and look up at him, betrayed. “You’re such a narc!” 

“Aw, baby.” Steve really doesn’t know why you ever wanted to keep this a secret from Eddie. He’ll tease you more for it, sure, but he’ll also baby you way more than Steve ever would. And predictably, you eat it up, responding to his tone with a cute pout. “This is your first time being high, isn’t it?” 

You nod pitifully. “I didn’t even mean to,” you warble, eyes looking dangerously wet. “It was an accident.” 

Eddie crosses the distance to you in two long strides, wrapping his arms around your middle so your back is pressed to his front. “Poor thing,” he coos. “You were tricked, huh?” 

“She was,” Steve says, somewhat crossly. “Robin’s gonna hear it when I see her tomorrow, don’t worry.” 

“No, Steve!” Your boyfriend sticking up for you only seems to worsen your upset. You turn your glassy eyes on him, reaching for his hand. “You can’t tell, please! S’a girls’ night secret, you’re not supposed to know.” 

Steve softens. He can play tough, but he’s never been any match for you when you make your eyes all big and sad like that. He’ll give you anything you want. 

“I dunno,” Eddie says, “I think we should go egg her house.” 

Steve grins, but you blanch. 

“No,” you protest urgently, clearly missing the humor in Eddie's voice. 

“Alright, alright.” Steve tugs your hand toward him, soothing his palm up the inside of your wrist. “We won’t tell, honey.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but they’re full of fondness as he stamps a kiss on your cheek to show his agreement. “Do you want to sit in bed until you feel okay enough to go to sleep?” 

The worry clears from your expression, replaced by something almost approaching shyness. “Yes, please,” you say, sinking into Eddie’s hold. “You guys can go to sleep though, if you want.” 

“Oh, no way,” Eddie says, keeping you securely in his hold as he starts to walk you towards the bedroom. “It’s your first time being high, baby! I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” 

You grin like he’s silly, but when your unsteady gaze lands on Steve it’s tentative. 

“We’re not just gonna leave you awake by yourself,” he agrees. “We’ll stay up however long you need us to.”