#cowrite

Ron’s alone in his room, and he is feeling very horny. He decided to take off his clothes, sat down on his gaming chair, and turned on the laptop. Ron’s got the house to himself; his parents are working late, so he doesn't care about the volume. He went to his favorite porn site and started to look through the videos, clicking on a random one. 

He opened the drawer and poured the lotion on his dick, then he raised the volume high on the video. His dick is starting to throb, and he raises the volume again.

Ron slowly whimpers as he stroked his cock. His breath gets short as he keeps stroking. He kept stroking, his other hand cupping his balls. “Man, that feels good…”

The video is getting more interesting for him. Ron starts to imagine he is getting a blowjob, and his hand moves faster. The precum comes out, he spreads it around the tip, then along the length of his shaft. But he got an alert on his phone, and he ignored it; his hard dick twitched. He gets another text again, but he ignores it and puts the volume to the max to drown it out. He clicked another video and skipped to the part where the actors are having sex.

“Yes! Yes!” Ron mumbled as he let out a whimper. 

But his best friend, Kim Possible, called him on FaceTime and started to panic. He closed the laptop, quickly grabbed the phone, and answered her

“Hey, Kim, Kimmy. What's up, KP?” Ron stuttered.

“Hey, you still need those notes? I left them on my desk at home,” Kim said

“Notes?”

“Yeah. For the midterms? Are you okay, Ron? You sound a little weird.”

“I’m fine. Just playing a hard part in a game. Y-Yeah I still need the notes,” Ron said.

“You can go to my house and go to my room to get the notes. I'm in Ansonville, with mom and dad; we have to support the tweebs,” Kim said.

“Okay, is it alright if I head over now?”

“Yeah. I left the spare key in the backyard under the gnome statue,” Kim said

“Got it, Kim. Thanks again. Have fun in Ansonville” Ron said.

Ron thought the conversation was going to end, but he was wrong. He didn't want to be rude, and he let Kim just talk, and he just nodded along.

Thankfully, Kim got called by her mom to join them for dinner.

“Gotta go, Ron. Pizza’s here. Remember the spare keys-”

“Under the gnome in the backyard. Got it, KP. Catch ya later!” Ron hung up his phone with a sigh of relief. 

He looked down at his now soft cock, still shiny with lotion. “Well, the faster I get those notes, the faster I can get back to fun time.”

Ron grabbed a towel and wiped himself down before tucking himself back into his briefs and shorts and putting on his shoes as he biked over to the Possible home, parking his bike by the gate to the backyard.

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You are naked in your bedroom, your newest toy next to you. You grabbed the lube again and poured it on the nine-inch dildo. You get into position on your knees and slowly insert the dildo inside you, and you are starting to moan. You keep pushing it deep inside you, and you begin to bounce on it fast.

True to her word, the spare key was right where she said, taped to the bottom of a gnome dressed as a chef. Ron took the key and quietly made his way in through the back door.

Back in your room, you slow down and just let your body feel full. Did you feel kinda bad about faking being sick? Not really. 

You loved your family, you did, but you also really needed some time to yourself. 

Midterms were coming and you needed to study, which had you stressed out and in need of some relaxation. Which is why you were currently using a new dildo you bought to relax after studying for a few hours. You let out a moan as the fullness and stretch took your mind off the schoolwork.

You move the dildo faster inside you. Now, you start to imagine Ron fucking your ass. You start to grunt, and you keep thinking about him. “Fuck me, Ron.” You kept moaning, and the dildo was deep inside you. Ron unexpectedly opened the door, and he couldn't believe his eyes; he heard you moaning his name.

His eyes were locked on the thick dildo as it disappeared into your fat ass. Ron felt his dick twitch and swell in his shorts, a hand snapping to try and cover the growing bulge. He wasn't sure if he should say something. 

"Fuck... fuck Ron. Right there!" You yell, using your hands to brace yourself like it was his chest. 

A noise broke the quiet of the room: a text alert from Ron's phone. Your head snaps up, and you turn to look over your shoulder, Ron standing in your doorway. 

"RON?!?" You yell, falling forward flat on your stomach. You let out a loud and lewd moan as the thick toy slides out of your now gaping hole with ease, landing on the floor with a somewhat heavy thud. 

Ron's eyes go from the dildo to your ass, your hole trying to clench around nothing. Ron then quickly goes to cover his eyes with the hand, not covering his crotch. "Sorry!!"

“What-what are you doing here!?” You yelled.

 “I came to grab Kim’s notes for a midterm. Why did you moan my name?”

“Ron, it's very obvious why. And I think you liked it. I mean, your friend there wants to come out,” You said.

Ron was confused at first, then you pointed at his pants. “Do you want the real thing?” Ron asked, feeling a horny-induced wave of confidence.

Before you said a word, he pulled down his pants and his dick flopped out. He is hard, you never knew he would have a thick dick, and your eyes opened wide.

“Damn, Ron, you’re huge.” You gasped 

“Really? I always thought I'm a normal size,” Ron said

You shake your head and grab your fallen and somewhat forgotten toy. “Come over here.” 

You hold the toy next to Ron’s own hot and twitching cock. “You’re just about the same length. And just as thick. Face it, you’re a big boy.” 

Ron blushes at your words. “Oh.”

“But to answer your question… yeah, I do. But I have a question for you too.”

“What?” 

You flip and lie on your back, presenting your hole to him. “You wanna feel something better than your hand?”

“Fuck yes!” Ron pulls his shirt off and climbs on top of you, locking eyes with you, your cocks touching and trapped between your stomachs. 

“Can I kiss you?” Ron answers you by gently pressing his lips to yours. The two of you are messily grabbing at each other. You moan against him and rock your hips up into his cock, probably smearing precum on him.

Ron pulled away and lay on his back, dick pointing to the sky. You start to kiss his body while going down, pressing a kiss to each freckle on his stomach. His thick dick is right near your face, precum beading at the tip and dripping down.

“Please, Y/N, I need to feel your mouth on me,” Ron begged.

You stick out your tongue and start to tease him, giving his fat helmet small licks.

“Y/N, just suck it,” Ron begged.

You feel a tug as he grabs your hair, pulls your head back and shoves his dick in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. He doesn't let go of your hair, he lifts his hips to fuck your throat. Ron is moaning loudly. You can feel the tip hitting the back of your throat over and over. Ron thrust his dick hard, sending his balls into your chin, and he held your hair hard.

You gag a bit as you're forced down onto his dick, your nose getting tickled by the small patch of hair. It doesn’t smell like you thought. You guess that at some point, Ron must have tried to have some private time of his own.

 I’ll ask him later. You thought. 

Eventually, you tap his thighs a few times, pulling off with a deep breath, spit connecting your mouth to his cock.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I just needed to feel you.” Ron says. 

You climb into his lap, his cock pressing against your crack. “It’s okay, Ron. I thought it was hot.” He gives you a small smile. You put your arms around his neck and kiss him again. You make out until the need for air is too much. The two of you part, panting, hearts pounding, and eyes wide with lust. “What do you say, Ronnie? Wanna be each other’s first?”

“Yes!” Ron said eagerly. He put his hands on your face and started to kiss you. His hand goes down your ass, and he squeezes hard. You reach behind you, guiding his dick to press against your hole. You slowly ease down on it, savoring the stretch as he bottoms out. You and Ron let out a loud moan, but Ron gasped. “Y/N, Y/N- Wow” 

The feeling of being inside you made Ron’s brain short-circuit as it worked hard to come up with a sentence. He loved the sensation of his hard dick inside your ass. “This-this feels amazing!” Ron moans, 

“Yeah, it does. Definitely much better than the toy.” You both sat there in silence as you adjusted to the new feeling. “You can move your hips now.”

Ron begins to move his hips, but he isn't rough, trying to find a nice rhythm. Ron is moaning louder than you, and he thrust his dick deeper inside you.

Your arms are around his neck and shoulders to find some stability. You shove your face into his neck as you’re bounced in his lap. Ron slows a bit and rubs your back and shoulders. “You okay?”

“Mmhm… feels so good, Ron. Like I said, WAY better than the toy.”

“You definitely feel WAY better than my hand. Don’t know how I’m gonna go back to it.”

“Who says you have to?”

Ron smiled, then he kissed you hard. He made you lie on your back, now on top of you. The weight of his body is like a weighted blanket. Your arms are wrapped around his torso. Ron grunts when he keeps thrusting his dick deeper inside you. You scream his name with each thrust into your sweet spot, driving him insane; he moans next to your ear. He starts to kiss your neck, and he moans your name. “Y/N, I don't want to stop,” Ron moans. 

“Then don’t. Just keep fucking me!” You begged, nails dragging down his back.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Ron feels a surge of confidence and somehow leans down enough to take your nipple into his mouth, driving the pleasure higher. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud. He switched sides, laughing a little. “What's so funny, stoppable?”

“Just… I’ve had a crush on you for a while and never thought I’d be here. Especially before an actual date.”

“Just means you gotta take me on one after this.”

Ron sucks on your nip again while continuing his thrusts. They’re getting faster and a bit more erratic. He must be getting close. You could feel your own orgasm building, your cock forced to be pinned between your bodies, the friction bringing you closer and closer. You doubt you’ll need to jerk off to cum.

Now you’re on your hands and knees while Ron is behind you. He has one hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder. Ron is going fast, but he isn't rough, and he is moaning loudly again.

“Are you free this Friday!?” Ron moans. He thrust his hard dick much deeper inside you than before. You hold on to your pillow, and he starts to whimper. 

“Yes! I'm free this Friday. Ah fuck!!” You moan into your pillow. Ron’s hips are moving faster, and his grip on your hips tightens.

“You, me, a ton of bueno nacho and movies at my house.” Ron gasped, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. Your body shook with each thrust. 

“It’s a date. And maybe we can swap places next time?”

“For you? Anything. But let's focus on now… I’m really close.” Ron gasps.

“Wait…” You gasp. “I wanna ride you all the way. I wanna see you as you cum inside.”

This time, Ron is lying on his back, and you are riding him. He is holding your hand tight as you bounce and rock your hips. Ron’s the first to cum, pumping you full of hot cum. You cum not long after, spraying all over his chest, and it lands on his face and lips. 

He licked his lips, and he smiled at you. In one last act of desperation, he slammed his hips up inside you. His stomach clenched as he started to cum again. He pressed his head hard onto the pillow, moaning your name. You bend down to kiss him, and you move your hips slowly; his arms wrap your body.

You whimper and gasp as his cock slips out, feeling cum flow out of you. Your body feels hot. “There’s so much…” 

Ron just kisses your cheek. “Sorry. You wanna wash up?”

“I can’t really move my legs. Even if I could, I’m too tired. Just hand me my underwear.” Ron helps get you into your underwear. “I’ll do laundry in the morning.” 

Your phone buzzes from your nightstand. Ron reaches over and hands it to you. You quickly catch up on some missed texts, quickly typing and setting it off to the side. “Good news and bad news. Bad news is that Ansonville got some really bad storms, and some trees fell. So the science fair for the tweebs is postponed til tomorrow, and everyone’s kinda stuck until at least Monday. But the good news is that it means we have the house to ourselves for the whole weekend. Text your folks, tell em you’re staying over to take care of me cause I’m sick.”

“You got it,” Ron says, already typing.

“Love you, Ron.” Ron stared at you. 

“Love you too, Y/n,” Ron said with a smile and warmth in his stomach. With that, you hit the lights in your room, and both let the exhaustion take you.

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It's date night, and Ron is freaking out. Doesn't have clean clothes. He is looking through his closet to no avail. His mom has just started washing clothes, but left the house to see her friends midway through. He doesn't want the date to go bad and risk Y/N not giving him another chance. 

Ron isn't thinking straight, and a panicked mood kicked in deeper for Ron. His eyes drifted to his alarm clock, and that made it worse: “Oh, no, Y/N is gonna be here soon!”

A doorbell snapped Ron out of it. The delivery guy arrived with the food from Bueno Nacho. Ron was so distracted that he didn't notice he tipped the guy $20. He put the food in the living room and ran upstairs. Ron just grabbed a tuxedo from his closet and started to put it on.

Ron’s got the tux pants half up, and the shirt barely buttoned when the doorbell rings again.

“Hello? Oh Hi y/n.” Ron hears his dad. “What brings you here tonight?”

“No no, no!” Ron says to himself. 

“Hey, Mr. Stoppable. Just the usual hangout. Promised Ron monster movies and pigging out to celebrate passing midterms.”

“Alrighty then. Good for you kids. You worked hard and deserve a break. I’ll just be doing some work in my office. Oh, and don’t worry about noise. I had a friend make it pretty soundproof during Ronald’s last gaming marathon. Couldn’t hear a thing. Just knock if you need anything. As for Ronald…  I think he’s still in his room.”

“Thanks, Mr. S.” Ron panics as he hears footsteps climb the stairs. “Ron? You up there? You decent? Kinda hoping not…” You joke. “Just kidding… mostly.”

Ron barrels over to his door and sticks his head out. “Heyyyy… you’re on time!”

“Yeah. You okay? You sound nervous.” You ask with a raised eyebrow

“Promise not to laugh?” Ron asked.

“I won't laugh,” You said.

Ron stepped out and had a small pout on his face, the tux still haphazardly put on.

“A tuxedo?” You asked 

“My mom started a load but didn’t move em to the dryer before she went out. And these were the only cleaned clothes I had in my closet. I'm sorry I ruined our first date. I totally get it if you don't want to date me anymore,” Ron said 

“The date is not ruined, Ron. You said.

“Really!? Even if I look silly in a tuxedo?” Ron asked.

“Yes, even then, and I mean it. Plus, the tux doesn’t look that bad.”

 You and Ron smiled at each other.

“Guess it’s a good thing I brought this.” You gesture to the duffel bag Ron didn’t notice til now.

“What’s in there?”

“Clothes. In case it got late and I wanted to crash here. Take your pick. You look fine in the tux, but let's not get it covered in nacho cheese. Unless you wanna just chill in your underwear?”

“Bag, please.”

You sat at his desk while Ron grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt from your bag and hung up the tux. “Thanks… movie time?”

Warmth traveled along every inch of your skin, gradually opening all the pores present on the way and further helping your muscles relax after a decent hour of activity. It felt peaceful scrubbing your hair, water raining down, and almost muffling all the noises around. Almost. Deep words could be heard nearby.

You couldn’t quite make it out, so you didn’t pay it any mind. Right now, all you're focused on was washing the gym class grime off your body. The voices got closer, but your eyes were closed as you rubbed your soaped-up hands over your face.

“I’m definitely bigger than you. King of Hawkins High, and you’ve already lost pretty boy.” A deep and rough timber of voice you recognized too well, as usual dripping with mockery and cockiness, reached your ears and went past the steam of water.

A scoff was the answer he received. “Whatever makes you sleep better.” Came a lower in tone voice that was more than definitely trying not to start anything.

The rush of water grew louder as more shower heads turned on.

“What are you two bickering about this time?” You ask.

“Harrington here has the balls to think his dick is bigger than mine.” Billy said with a chuckle.

“I didn’t say that. Just believe what you want.” Steve sighed.

You glanced over your shoulder at the two of them, their bodies bare and shiny from water and soap. You couldn’t see clearly enough to compare cause the shower column was in view. “Are you dunderheads actually gonna measure or just speculate?”

“Got something against it, pretty face?” Billy’s grin was wide now and full of not many pure intentions.

“Nothing.” No even trying to fuel whatever he was trying to set. “Just found it a dump competition.”

“Exactly. Thanks for the buck up.” Steve’s voice cut again the pleasant steam of water evaporating from the high temperature of the place.

“He knows he’s gonna lose,” Billy mumbled low enough to barely be detected by your ears, but it had enough loudness to make it clear who his next target to taunt was.

“Goading me isn’t gonna work Bully.”

“Not my name Harrington.”

“I’m aware. And I wouldn’t lose.”

“Care to put your money where your mouth is then?”

“C’mon, cut it out, Hargrove.” Steve interrupted—or tried to— Billy’s cutting teasing.

“See? Even pretty boy here knows you’ve got nothing down there!” A loud laugh erupted deep within’s Billy soaked and sturdy chest that earned a groan from said man who somehow worsened your situation.

Huffing in annoyance at the tall and arrogant man, you roughly wiped away all the soap that threatened to burn your eyes, moving enough to take a look at the big man.

“You’re a real pain in the ass.” Not realizing that you’ve shown too much as those eyes traveled down a bit too quickly

You stare at the two of them. The silence is deafening. “What? Cat got your tongues?”

“Holy shit.” Steve gasped.

“What the fuck is that…” Billy said, incredulously.

“What’s what?” You follow their eyelines down to your crotch. “It’s my dick doofuses.”

“That’s a third leg, dude,” Steve said. “Are you fully soft??”

Fully turning to look at them and getting your sight cleared by the column in the way, they really looked quite shocked at what they were witnessing.

“Yeah, still soft.” You mumbled with more simplicity than you thought, considering the way two grown teenagers were ogling your private area. “Don't flatter yourself, Steve. You're not that much of a looker.”

That earned a chuckle from Billy while Steve still had his mouth wide open worse than a fish in need of water, droplets stuck on the heavy carpet on his chest

He was biting his lower lip while letting both large hands on either side of his hips, gears in his head trying to process what was happening.

You chuckle at Steve’s face. “I think I broke the kings brain. So you still wanna compare your sizes? I’ll judge.”

Billy smiles wide. “I mean we both lose to you but sure. What do you say Steve? Hello?? Earth to Harrington!”

You crossed the stall and stood before Steve, grabbed his shoulders and gave him a good shake. You also watch how his junk shakes. “Snap out of it!!”

Steve shakes his head. “Just how… how is it so big?”

“Dunno. Lucky genetics, I assume.” You shrugged your shoulders without breaking his chocolate gaze.

“Why are you so taken by my dick anyway? Wasn’t this a battle of machismo between you and this asshole?” You ask, pointing to Billy.

Steve holds his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, I wanted nothing to do with it. But the asshole’s persistent.” Steve said. “And sorry it’s just… I’ve never seen one so big.”

Billy claps an arm over Steve’s shoulders, the movement startling him, making him inch closer and your cocks touch. “You sound like you wanna get a closer look.”

Shamelessly, Billy took hold of his beast and lined it parallel with Steve's cock. Your eyes went downward following his sudden motion, and taking in the difference in size, both in terms of length, circumference, and width, came clear to your mind.

The cocky and arrogant blond haired man possessing a long and compacted dick while the one with perfect hair had spent all his genetic points on upgrading width.

“I mean, length isn't everything.” Those were the first words that left your mouth, and they sure as hell seemed to boost Steve’s level of self-esteem.

Billy scoffed. “Yeah yeah. But I’m clearly longer.”

You shrugged. “I mean, yeah. But Steve’s thicker. And if we’re truly talking about who’s winning…”

You take a moment before grabbing your own cock and holding it to the other side of Billy’s as best you could, trapping his dick between yours and Steve’s. “I win, boys. Plus, a true contest would have been fully hard comparisons.

“Ha! Careful, pretty face. Keep your horse quiet before it spears poor Harrington over here.”

Dang it, the fact that you were able to surprise those two unfairly handsome men was getting the best of you, and your body was showing it. Blood rushing to a specific area in particular.

It didn’t help the fact that Billy began stroking his meat between his strong hands at a quite fast pace, grin seductively wide and winking down at you.

“You've gotta be kidding me…” Steve groaned at the nonchalant behavior of the man in front of him, yet his eyes kept flickering down to your body, and his own junior self was twitching and fighting gravity on his own.

- You and Robin were called the Twin Terrors growing up.

- By your parents and by the few friends and classmates you had.

- You each wore the moniker with pride didn’t bother you at all. and as far as you knew it didn’t bother Robin either.

- Like many twins tend to be, you and Robin sometimes felt like it was you and her against the world.

- You told each other almost everything and what you didn’t tell, the other usually figured out.

- Like your crush on Steve Harrington.

- Who was now working with Robin at her new Scoops Ahoy job.

- And what kind of brother would you be if you didn’t visit (bother) her at work.

- Robin: “Hi welcome to Scoops Ahoy what can I- no. Go away.”

- “I’m sorry miss? I am a paying customer.”

- “No you’re a pain in my butt who’s bugging me at work.”

- “I can be both. Nice sailor suit by the way.”

- Just as Robin was ready to reach across the counter and bop you on the head, that was when Steve walked out in his Scoops uniform.

- Steve: “Hey Robin, everything okay?”

- “Yeah, just my annoying twin brother. I think you shared a class or two with him. Steve, Y/n. Y/n, Steve” She gestured. “Seriously though. Are you gonna order? Cause we have like 20 minutes before the MILF mob gets her to gush over Steve.”

- “Oh uh, yeah. Can I get a scoop of mint chip and a scoop of coffee in a waffle bowl?’

- Steve: “coming right up.”

- Robin stared at you while you handed her the right cash.

- “Doesn’t coffee still make you kinda shaky?”

- “Mom? When did you start working here?”

- “Shut up jerk. I’m just worried about you.”

- “I know. I know. Yeah it makes me a little shaky but nothing I can’t handle. Need a pick me up before my shift.”

- “You got a job too? Where?”

- “It’s not an official job like you or Steve-o. You know the old bookstore outside the mall? Little mom and pop place.”

- Steve: “oh um… Page Turners right? And here’s your ice cream.”

- “Thanks. Yeah that’s it” You say, already shoveling ice cream into your mouth. “Mmm so yummy. The family needs someone to help organize the shop and do inventory.”

- Robin: “Oh wow, a quiet, musty, dusty bookstore where all you do is shelve stuff. Sounds like a dream to you.”

- Steve: “Robin.”

- “No I mean it. He loves books and bookstores and libraries. At school he packs a lunch and eats it in the library so he can help up there. He’s up there so often, the librarians don’t charge him for printing or copying stuff. Wait… why isn’t it an official job?”

- “Oh cause I didn’t like fill out an application or submit a résumé. I walked in and they just asked. I’m getting paid and did paperwork but yeah. They just figured since I hang out there a decent amount anyways.”

- Robin: “That sounds like a real job”

- “The deciding factor is that I enjoy my job.”

- You look at your watch, spoon hanging out of your mouth.

- “Mm! I gotta get going. Nice to actually meet you Steve! Don’t let Robin push you around. And I’ll see you at home Robin?”

- Robin scoffs. “Whose side are you on? And yeah. Be careful doofus. Don’t get crushed by any books.”

- Steve: “Nice to meet you too.” Steve waits until you’re out of earshot. “Well he’s interesting.”

- “And he’s gone so back to work.”

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- You happened to be at the mall that night the power cut out. “Well that can’t be good…” You started to make your way to Scoops when the power came back on. “Still weird.”

- Robin just chalked it up to an equipment issue.

- One week you had a ton of work at the store cause someone donated their dead aunts book collection. So you had skipped your usual before shift Scoops and were so tired you just went straight home.

- This was noticed by Steve. Robin too but she knew why you didn’t show up.

- Steve: “weird…”

- Robin: “what now Steve?”

- “It’s just your brother hasn’t stopped by all week. Not before his shift or after.”

- “Yeah he mentioned someone donated a crap ton of books so he’s just gone straight there and goes home right after probably. Why do you care?”

- “I- I don’t. Just noticing. I’m gonna go check the freezer.”

- “Whatever. Weirdo.”

- The next day Steve went to the bookstore. The place wasn’t huge but also not small. But it was PACKED with boxes.

- “Welcome in to Page Turners, be right with you.” You call out. Steve couldn’t tell where you were among the stacks. He jumped a bit as you emerged.

- “How can- Oh hey Steve. What brings you in? And you not working today?”

- Steve: “ah no… traded shifts with someone last week. And as for why I’m here…” He held up two scoops branded pints. “I come bearing ice cream. You hadn’t been in all week. And judging by the stacks, I can see why. Think you can take a break?”

- Before you can answer an older voice speaks up from the stacks. “Go on honey! You’ve been working hard all day! You’ve more than earned a break.”

- “Okay Mrs. Turner! We’ll be right outside.”

- Outside felt so nice compared to the now very stuffy and dusty store. You and Steve , mainly you tearing into the ice cream.

- “You brought my usual. How nice. Thanks Steve.”

- “Yeah. I mean, you’re welcome. So… Mrs. Turner as in the store?”

- “Yeah, the Turner family has had like four generations own the place. I’m also friends with Mrs. T’s kids.”

- Steve just sat there as you explained how you knew the family and how the job had been goin as well as what a pain the newest acquisitions had been.

- “Hey Steve? Hello? Anyone there?”

- Steve jumped back a bit as you waved your hand in his face. “What?? I was listening!”

- “Are you okay? You spaced out pretty hard. And your ice cream is now a milkshake.”

- Steve glanced at the container of liquid. “Oh. Well I’ll just drink it.”

- “Okay captain. Sadly you’ll have to do that without me. I gotta get back to sorting. But this was nice. And thanks again for the ice cream. I needed it.”

- Steve felt his face get warm as you smiled at him.

- Steve: “Glad to be of service.”

- “And Steve? Drive carefully.”

- “I will. And hey, This bringing Scoops to you thing was a one time deal. Next time you come to us!”

- “I promise.”

- As summer went on you made good on your promise and became a regular at scoops, picking up ice cream either before or after work. And on your days off, which Robin swore you had more than days actually working. You’d be nice and grab lunch with her every so often. Sometimes just to chat with Steve too. Which definitely caught the attention of your sister.

- You also happened to be there when Dustin came back from camp.

- “Aww that’s cute Steve, little secret handshake.”

- Robin: “Go be a nerd somewhere else.”

- “Grouchy. Here, I brought you a soda. Machine gave me two.”

- “Thank you.” She mumbles.

- “What was that?”

- “Bye.”

- Steve introduced you to Dustin. But you had to cut the introduction short, needing the bathroom and missing the whole “I intercepted a russian message” bit.

- The next time you saw the two of them you had followed Robin into the back of Scoops and swore you hard something about “evil russians?”

- “What’s this about evil russians?” Making Steve, Robin and Dustin jump.

- Robin: “Hey! Employees only jerkwad.”

- “Then why is Dustin here Rob?”

- “Ugh. Just shut up and you can stay. Actually wait… you know Russian right?”

- “Uh yeah. Little rusty though.”

- Steve: “help us then?”

- “Sure.”

- Robin: “I’m also fluent in a few languages.”

- Dustin: “really? One of em also Russian?”

- Robin: “ou-yay are-yay umb-day”

- Dustin and Steve: “whoa!”

- You laugh. You and Robin going “that was pig latin dingus”

- Steve: “huh maybe you two are related after all.”

- You were there when Robin accepted the delivery and saw the logo on the guys back.

- “You see what I see?”

- Robin: “Oh yeah.”

- Steve just watched very confused as you and Robin ran to the center of the food court.

- “Robin look, the clock. Blue and yellow meets in the west.”

- Robin: “Trip to china…”

- Steve: “Are you two okay?”

- “We cracked the code.”

- The next day you, Robin, Dustin and Steve were trying to figure out how to get in the room you saw last night. Steve was fully entertaining the idea that he could “sneak up on the guy, knock him out and take the keycard.”

- You choke back a laugh. “Sorry. Sorry Steve. But do you think you can sneak up on and disarm a huge russian armed with a big gun?”

- Steve: “oh like you could do better?”

- “I actually could.”

- “Oh really?”

- Robin: “okay well while you two have a pissing contest I need to go somewhere.”

- You rushed after her. “Where you going??”

- “Find a safe way to get into that room! Just watch the dinguses and make Steve sling ice cream til I get back.”

- “No.”

- “No? What do you mean no?”

- “Oh would russian help given current circumstances? Nyet!”

- “Why? You just stay with Steve and Dustin. Talk to em.”

- “How do you expect me to talk to Steve?”

- Robin pinches her nose. “Cause you never stop talking! Why is this hard for you?”

- “Cause for some reason my mile-a-minute mouth comes to a screeching halt with him! Wait fuck!”

- Robin’s eyes go wide: “Ha! I knew it! I knew you had a crush on Steve! This is just like when we were little and you couldn’t say a word to Nathan Crocker!”

- “Shut up! I do not! And besides… besides… YOU have a crush on Nancy!”

- At that point, the two of you had entered a shouting match of nonsense.

- Steve came from around the corner. “You guys okay?”

- “We’re fine!” You both snap.

- Robin: “just watch them.”

- Robin books it out of Scoops before you can say anything.

- “You suck Robin!” You shout after her.

- Steve: “i assume she has a plan?”

- “I dunno, probably. She mentioned finding a safe way into the room. And just to have you sling ice cream til she gets back.”

- “Alright then. Just uh go keep an eye on Dustin in the back.”

- “Alright.”

- You take a seat next to Dustin at the back table.

- Dustin: “so… you play DnD?”

- ————

- “Hey guys… maybe we shouldn’t just randomly smash the mystery buttons.”

- And suddenly the room started to move.

- “And that’s why I said we shouldn’t touch the buttons… hold on tight everybody!”

- Everyone: “Why?”

- Cue the screaming as the room plummets into the depths under Hawkins. Well everyone was screaming except you.

- Dustin: “WHY WON’T IT STOP??”

- Erica: “PUSH THE BUTTON!”

- You: “Won’t do anything. Just gotta wait.”

- The elevator from hell finally clangs to a stop, causing a box to land on Steve’s groin if his cries of “Ah my groin, it landed on my groin” were any indication.

- Steve: “Damn russians can’t build elevators!!”

- You sigh, “it’s not that. We need a keycard, like robin said. And this was obviously some kind of high speed service elevator. Doubtful they intended people to be in it.”

- You didn’t need to go outside to know there was no way climbing out was a no-go situation.

- Both you and Robin happened to hear something. You groaned. “I get that nature calls, but can you at least redirect your stream.”

- Eventually you all hid on the roof when Robin heard a motor from the other side of the door and all managed to get out.

- You and Robin: “Still wanna drink that?”

- Steve: “You think they built all this to transport that green poison?”

- Dustin: “I doubt it’s something as simple as poison.”

- The group makes it to the end and narrowly miss getting seen.

- After making it into the comms room, you waste no time nad charge at the soldier, knocking him out.

- “What? Move quick and remove obstacle? Now I took the dude down, Harrington? Get the keycard.”

- Robin then lead you guys up the stairs and that’s when you saw the machine.

- ——-

- And now? Now you, Steve and Robin were captured. They had split you up and were currently punching you in the stomach. The russian soldier in charge of said beating wore a half smile, he was enjoying the chance to draw some blood.

- “Who do you work for?’

- Your vision was blurry on one side and the taste of blood flooded your mouth with every punch. The last thing you said to the guy before he knocked you unconscious was “Bitch” in russian.

- You came to, now bound to a chair.

- “Helllp!”

- “Shut up robin… ow my head. Where am I?”

- Steve: “will you both shut up?”

- Robin: “oh thank god you’re both awake. They’re gonna get you guys a doctor.”

- You laugh: “hope the goon that beat me up didn’t share his bedside manner…”

- Your next escape attempt failed with the three of you on the floor.

- Robin: “imagine, if steve passed old clickity clackity’s class and went ot college, I’d be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck. I’d even be fine with you as my partner in ice cream crime, y/n”

- “I’m touched robin.”

- The russians returned and injected the three of you with “something to help you talk” as Dr. Zharkov had put it.

- Steve: “I feel fine, how about you guys?”

- You and Robin: “I feel fine”

- Then shit got weird. After you guys got rescued by Erica and Dustin, you all made it back to the elevator.

- Erica: “Do they seem drunk?”

- Dustin: “Why would they be drunk?”

- You: “Whaat? We’re not drunk! We’re… what’s that other thing- holy shit steve! You’re surfing!”

- Steve falls off the cart and onto you.

- “Hi.”

- “Hi. You okay Steve?”

- “Yeah. You broke my fall.”

- Dustin: “lets go!!”

- Steve helps you up and you brush yourself off.

- You feel heat prickle your face when Steve takes your hand to drag you back into the mall.

- The next like 15-ish minutes passed by in a blur.

- One minute you were in a secret underground Russian base and the next you were sitting on the floor of the mall bathroom, Steve with his black eye and busted face sitting adjacent from you

- "You look like shit Harrington"

- "Have you looked in the mirror Buckley?" He replies and you both laugh.

- "So is this a normal thing for you and that Dustin kid?"

- "Uhhh kind of? Its a lot to explain"

- "Its a good thing you're cute, usually I prefer my ice cream without the side of espionage," you say without thinking

- ".... you think im cute?"

- “What?”

- “You just called me cute.”

- “Nope. Maybe you’re still high?”

- Steve looked at you with a face that screamed “Cut the shit.”

- You sighed, running a hand through your hair. The silence in the bathroom deafening.

- A hand on your free one brought you back to the present. Steve looked at you, big brown eyes full of warmth and softness.

- “Yeah… I did call you cute. I’ve thought you’re cute- and more for years. Hell I was jealous of Tammy Townsen cause you’d look at her all the time. To cut to the chase… I really like you Steve.”

- Steve was silent. Hopefully just processing.

- Steve: “I like you too… I’m gonna he honest, it’s a new thing. But something like flipped on when you walked into Scoops the first time.”

- You look at him. “So when you brought me the ice cream?”

- “I was worried. I’d gotten used to you stopping by at least once a day and you hadn’t shown up the whole week.”

- You smile “aww you missed me.”

- Steve chuckles and winces a bit.

- “Yeah. I did. I’m not sure how this would work cause you’re the first guy I felt like this with. But I’m willing to figure it out together if you are?”

- You wince as you shift your body and lean against Steve, your back on his chest. “I took down a russian with a gun and then got the crap beat outta me. I think my yes goes without saying Harrington.”

- You feel Steve’s head rest on top of yours. “Here’s to figuring out shit.” He says.