“Baby, you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.” Steve groans dramatically as the front door to your newly shared apartment slams behind him. He’s quick to kick his shoes off by the entrance (something you’re definitely going to shout to him about later) and slip off his Family Video jacket, immediately making his way to the living room where you usually hibernated when you had a day off.

His face softened and his shoulders relaxed when he saw you curled on the side of the couch, hand propping up your head as you dig into a bowl of chocolate and sweets that seemed to still be full. The TV was paused at the very start of one of his favourite movies, Apocalypse Now, which you’d recently rented again.

He had a weird obsession with war movies. That confused you since you became incredibly anxious watching that particular genre of movie after everything that’d happened in The Upside Down. Though, you loved him enough that you’d watch it, under the circumstances that he was by your side during the entirety of it.

“Hey, Honey.” You glance back towards the doorway of the living room, looking at him with a gentle smile that he could never get enough of. He tiredly waddles towards the couch, arms already out to capture you in a big, sappy hug.

“Hi.” He grumbles against your neck as he traps you between the couch and his warm, bear like body.

“You know, I’m not complaining, but why’s Apocalypse Now on the TV? Some special occasion?” He lifts his head up from your chest, his hair already disheveled from the hard days work he put his hairspray through.

“Unless you call the special occasion Robin calling me, telling me you were being annoyingly dramatic today at work. Then yes.” Your hand rakes through his hair, his head gravitating to wherever your hand is.

“Snitch.” He mutters childishly. “First of all, I wasn’t being dramatic. I was being reasonably frustrated. You should try working with Robin for a day. She’s a pain in my ass, and so is Henderson. He thinks he can walk in and ask me to leave my job to help him with some crappy science thing.” He expresses exasperatedly, “He forgets I never went to college.” He adds bashfully.

“You love them, really.” Your hand tenderly makes its way to his chin, your thumb lightly grazing his cheekbone. “Come on, tell me about your day.”

He huffs. “Well, Robin wouldn’t stop teasing me about dropping the pencil jar. Pencils went everywhere on the floor, and I had to pick them up while Robin watched me.” He fiddles with your hair. “And then Dustin came in with this—“ He juggles his hands around, trying to explain how confusing this item that Dustin had was. “Thing? I don’t know, this metal thing with wires coming out of it and cardboard wrapped around the bottom. Anyways, he brings it to me and tells me he needs help fixing it.” He scoffs. “I didn’t even know what this futuristic device that was in front of me was, let alone did I know how to fix it! The kid made the thing, surely he’s the one that knows the ins and outs of it.” He sighs, like holding all of that in weighed his entire body down by ten pounds.

You tut, your bottom lip copying his pout. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Yeah.” He rests his head against your chest again, listening to the quiet thumping of your heart.

“Sorry that you’re so dramatic.” You add.

He quickly lifts his head back up, frowning at you. “Oh come on!”

Your giggle turns into a full blown laugh attack. Tears begin to prick at your eyes, your head thrown back against the cushions. Honestly, right now, you couldn’t think of anything funnier.

“Sorry, it’s just that—“ You wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “Just that, you’re so dramatic.”

“I’m not that dramatic.”

“You really are.”

“I might be.”

“You definitely are.”

“Fine, I am.” He rests his chin on your chest, looking at you with a defeated squint. “But it was reasonable!” he defends himself. “Robin could’ve helped me, and Dustin could’ve found one of his science-y friends to help. And what made everything worse is that I missed you.” His face digs into your neck, giving you ticklish kisses all the way up to your jaw.

“Yeah?” You look into his eyes. His gorgeous honey-brown eyes.

“Yeah.” His lips easily find their way to yours. He drinks up the softness of your lips and the way you taste. Something he’s been dreaming about ever since he left the apartment this morning.

“Well, I suppose you weren’t being that dramatic.” You pull away slightly, your lips still grazing his due to the proximity.

“I know.” He dives back in, his hands making their way up your waist towards your boobs, giving them a squeeze, to which you giggle softly.

“Steve.” You mutter against his lips. “Don’t forget about the movie.”

“After, sweetheart.” He hushes. “Just wanna show you how much I missed you.”