#xfluff

"And you're saying that this weird, alien, freaky thing is what killed Mews? Dustin, you can't be serious! I don't believe it and mom certainly isn't going to!" You question as Dustin is leading you to your car in a rush. He never had lied before so this new revelation surprised you and you had started wondering if he had been watching too many movies and playing too much of that Dungeons & Dragons game that he liked so much. "You've gotta believe me! I'm not lying! Just get into the car and go buy a gun." Dustin seemed slightly panicked but was trying to keep his cool, he seemed to continue walking off away the car once you stopped by it. "I already own one, Dustin!" You call out in a huff as he doesn't seem to really listen. You open the car door and retrieve it from your glove box. As you pull away the sound of a car pull up to the road near your house catches your attention. You look up, seeing Steve Harrington get out of his car with a large bouquet of yellow and white flowers, daisies and roses sticking out the most to you. Your heart did a flip but your stomach also dropped, the odd combinations of feelings making you somewhat nauseous. The sight of The Steve Harrington carrying flowers and heading somewhat in the direction of your home looking nervous and rambling to himself made you nothing short of star struck. But then there was the horrid thought that with one swift turn away from your house he could knock on the door of another girl from our school. So assuming his presence was probably for someone else you went to change your line of sight to your brother, who was currently making a beeline to Steve, confusing you even more. How did he know the Steve Harrington and why was he rushing to him right now? You were hoping he wouldn't continue spreading his crazy story and embarrass you in front of the guy that you made lovey eyes toward whenever he passed you in the hall. Yes, you did talk and you had worked on class projects together. But you had never really sat and really talked. A small part of your nosey self wanting to pick at the thoughts of Steve and see what was under that King of Hawkins High exterior. You were cut off from your thoughts when you saw Dustin swiftly snatch the beautiful bouquet from his hand and start walking toward his car. That was when you decided to cut in, rushing over and taking the flowers from him and holding them gently to assess any damage. "Dustin! You don't snatch things! What are you, five?" You scold as he shrunk back slightly. "Sorry, but this is important!" Dustin exclaimed, opening the car door. "Come on, I'll explain it on the way." He swiftly went to shut the door but you grabbed the top of it with your free hand.

"Dustin, you're worrying me. These monsters you are talking about are not real!" Your face falls into one of full concern. "You don't even know Steve-" A hand fell onto your shoulder, a thumb rubbing gentle, comforting circles that almost made you melt. You turn to look at Steve who seemed both awkward and understanding. Awkward because you didn't know what was going on and understanding because he knew Dustin needed help that he could give. "Just hear him out, okay? Don't freak out." His voice was calm and soft and instantly inclined you to at least try a little harder to understand what on earth was happening. "Okay, fine." You started, moving to hand the flowers back to Steve. "Here, you can have these back. Sorry my brother-" "Keep them." And before you could even respond he got into the car, leaving you to get into the back. ₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚

Now leaning forward in the back of Steve's car, you listened to the ramblings of Dustin, trying to comprehend what on earth he was trying to say. Monsters? Upside Down? Demogorgon's? Labs? You knew he had been acting odd back when Will Byers disappeared but you were too distracted doing journaling segments, asking people about the missing boy, conducting searches, and school work on top of that. A part of you kind of hurt knowing Dustin went through all of that without telling you but judging by how you did react earlier when he told you, you couldn't blame him. But you still wish he had confided in you. You were his big sister after all. Of course, before you could fully grasp at all of this old news without any knowledge of this new situation, the car had stopped and the doors were opening back up. Of course Steve had made stops until this point on the way here, but you were too out of it to notice. Steve noticed though, his expression falling into one of slight worry and sympathy as he would look in the review mirror and see the way your brows pinched together and how distant your gaze was. He felt bad, realising how you had been out of the loop all this time and now suddenly thrown into it. He wish he could make you feel better. As the drive went on he found himself admiring you, flitting his eyes back to the road every two or so seconds. You were so... pretty. He always thought that... he always knew that. He thought you might not even like him, heck, he was a jerk at times and was always in a different scene from you like parties and with his friends at lovers peak. You were the mellow he craved in his crazy life... the softness... the loving nurturing presence.

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Rain had began to pat harshly against the windows as Steve pulled up to the Henderson house. Dustin picked up his bag and turned to look back to see if you were moving to get out the car but was greeted by the sight of you curled up in the backseat, staring at your knees in a whole new world. A small cut sat on your brow and a bruise had begun to bloom on your cheek from when you took a hit from a demodog for Dustin. He looked back at Steve, not sure what to do, and was met with Steve gesturing his head for him to head on home. It was a quiet and simple understanding between them about what needed to be done. She needed the work of 'King Steve' to cheer her up. It was a small joke between the two boys how Steve could practically light a room up and bring a smile to someone's face. And Dustin could already tell how much Steve liked you and he trusted him. He simply got out the car and gave him a pointed look that read the very last thing Steve wanted to do. 'Don't hurt her.' The door closed and Steve waited and watched to see when Dustin went through his front door. And once he saw that door close he started up the car again, sliding a cassette in the player. "Why are you driving away from my house?" He heard you speak up from the back of the car, voice soft and sweet. He continued to dive as the music flowed through the air in the car. "You clearly just went through something shocking and I figured you needed some time to decompress." He had one hand on the wheel and his elbow resting against the passenger seat next to him. "Thanks..." That was the only word you said for a while as he continued driving, before pulling up at the gas station. "You want ice cream?" He asked, looking back you with a patient, almost knowing smile that filled your gut with a comfort you had never experienced before. "Cause' I could really go for a tub of chocolate swirl right now." "Chocolate swirl sounds nice." You nod softly, shifting to sit normally, leaning forward slightly. Steve breath hitched at the closeness, internally scolding himself for his racing thoughts before speaking up. "You don't have to have the same as me. I can totally buy you any other flavour you'd like for yourself." He was nothing short of comforting in a way that made your heart swell and feeling grow exponentially more than they already were earlier today. Then, to Steve's pleasant surprise, your lips rose into a smile as you teasingly joked. "You just want a whole tub for yourself." That plastered a grin on Steve's face, a laugh falling from his lips as he reached out to pat your hair in a more than friendly way. "Maybe I do." He hadn't quite realised the actions he had done until he got out the car, rubbing his face with his hand as you heard him mutter 'nice going Steve'. The scene confused you but you shook it off, moving until your eyes caught on the flowers beside you in the car. Then the whole world tilted as all your thoughts finally connected. Him walking toward your house with the bouquet, him letting you have it, him staring at you when talking to Dustin, and whatever the hell what just happened was. Steve liked you. Maybe as much as you liked him. The thought sent a giddy glee straight to your chest that made your stomach flip and cheeks tingle. You didn't want to get too ahead of yourself though. It could've just been your imagination after all. But as you slowly admired the flowers he entered the car again but in the backseat next to you, two tubs of ice cream in his hand with wooden spoons.

"I got you this one since I forgot to ask which one you would want." The tubs were littered with a few drops of the rain, much like his usually voluminous hair which was now slightly weighed down by all the water. He noticed your gaze on the flowers as he handed you the tub. "You like them?" He questioned, his voice almost too vulnerable. You placed the flowers down and opened the tub, beginning to make your way through it. "Yeah, they're pretty. Yellow is such a perfect colour for flowers." The car was filled with the smell of damp rain and Steve's cologne. Silence ensued after that. It wasn't uncomfortable just peaceful. When you both finished your ice cream you spoke up once more, the question nagging at your mind and begging to escape your lips. "So who were they for?" Steve seemed apprehensive to answer at first, contemplating whether he should or not. But with the risk of all of the Upside Down nonsense, the risk of one of you not making it until the end of the school year, he said it. "You." The silence echoed around the car and Steve, now panicking, spoke up again. "Look sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I can drive you home if you want. I just didn't want to wait until it was too late-" His lips were warm. That was the first thought that sprang to your mind as you gripped his collar and dragged him into a kiss. The small hum of surprise emitting from him nearly pulling a chuckle from you. His fingers reached up as he got comfortable running the tips of them carefully through your hair. They were a cold contrast to his lips but it was soothing and helped ground you. You pull apart as you both just looked at each other dazed and practically high from the rush you both just received. "I've been wanting to do that since our first project together." He blurted our first as he kept his eyes on yours, often darting down to your lips as you both caught your breathe. "Biology? Or was that English?" You pretend to not remember manging to emit a laugh Steve's right hand reaches down to your waist, just under your shirt, and his left resting on your cheek. He leaned in to kiss you again. But he stopped just a hairsbreadth away from your lips, his breathe heavy. "Can I?" He sounded practically desperate as his fingers itched to hold you tighter. And with a soft nod from you his lips crashed into yours again. It was messy, passionate, needy. It was an addicting feeling that you both couldn't get enough of after waiting so long. After some time the kisses got lower and lower down both of your necks, hands wondering aimlessly to wherever you could both reach. You felt his hands grab your hips and hoist you over onto his lap as you both continued kissing. He would often part from you and trail his eyes over your face for a second before muttering how pretty you were and closing the distance again. He pulled back, but said nothing for a moment this time, his hands sliding slowly up your shirt. The eye contact causing a heat to creep up your neck as his fingers traced the bottom band of your bra. He didn't need to say anything for you to know what he was asking. Without any words needed you held his wrists and moved his hands to cup your breasts. It was sweet how you both no longer needed words to say what you both wanted and craved. After so much waiting it was like a weight was being taken off of your shoulders while an excitement settled within you. You were about to have sex with Steve Harrington. The guy you admired in the halls and on the basketball court with no idea that he did the same to you. The thought was cut off by him reaching behind you and trying to undo your bra... and struggling. A giggle sprung from you as you watched his face scrunch up in concentration. "Why are these always so difficult?" He asked no one in particular. "Because you've gotta work for it." You joke, bringing a chuckle out of Steve. That resulted in a slight fit of jokes and chuckles until he finally let you help him unclasp it.

Then the fun really ensued. You had gathered that Steve would be good in this scenario but he was so much better than you could've imagined. By now you both had removed your pants and he had your shirt lifted up over your chest. He had rested you on your back across the backseat and he had thrown the flowers into the front and with you protests he simply muttered how he would 'buy you better ones' as he kissed down your front.

His lips were surprisingly soft, considering the cut he had on his upper lip. And he was gentle, surprisingly taking his time for a man about to have car sex of all things. Alongside that all he did was kiss all over your front, your breasts, your stomach, and your neck, muttering small praises and compliments. With his hands firm on your waist, his hands fitting perfectly over it, he gently sucked on parts of your skin leaving small marks in places that would be barely visible to others. It was his way of hoping this wasn't a one time thing. His way of praying that this wasn't just a dream and that when you lifted your arms and had your sweater rose up his mark would be there. A temporary reminder that you were his even if it was just for a moment. He did get too into it however when he began to here you giggling again. He thought he must have done something wrong which was a first for him when it came to sex. So in his slight panic he looked up at you to see you grinning so sweetly down at him. "That tickles, Steve." Those were the words that rang out from you as he looked down and realised that his hands had tightened slightly in his endeavours to keep you as close as possible. That was what was making you laugh. He was fine. With an internal sigh of relief he chuckled at the whole scenario, taking a moment to admire the beautiful blushing woman beneath him. You were so perfect and sweet, it made his heart swell with every laugh and moan you made as he had already begun leaning back in to kiss you. As his fingers pushed past the waistband of your underwear and started pressing carefully against your clit to test the waters you moaned, edging him to continue his loving touches. "You're so damn pretty." He mumble into your mouth as he caught your moan between his lips. "You've said so before." The breathy words escaped your lips as your head fell back, two of Steve's fingers slowly pushing into you. "Oh, Steve..." His name fell into the air in a way that almost drove him into insanity. "It's okay, baby. I got you." His whispered in your ear as he kept his pace at a steady rhythm. You arched into him, giving him the freeway to slot his arm underneath you and hold you closer. "C'mon, I've got you." He reassured, pressing his forehead against your stomach. When you finally came it was as though your body was in another realm entirely, a hot flash of warmth filling your entire body as it relaxed. Steve pressing kisses to your forehead. "Do you wanna keep going?" He double-checked as you caught your breath once more. As you nod he shakes his head. "No, I need words, baby." He voice was bringing you to your melting point. "Yes. I want to keep going, Steve." When you finished he muttered a small 'Thank God' and used the arm underneath you as leverage to lift your hips and slide off your soaked underwear and then took off his with his free hand. He reached over and opened the glove box to pull out a condom. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this." He spoke as he ripped open the packing with somewhat shaky fingers before sliding the condom on. He adjusted himself on top of you, lining up with your entrance. "You ready for me to-" He was cut off when you spoke up, the way you were looking up at him nothing short of needy. "Please~ Steve, just do it." And with that short plea he slowly pushed into you, muttering a small 'fuck' at how snugly you fit around his slightly above average length. When he fully bottomed out he took a second to pull you close, moving to sit back so he was now sat and you were straddling him again. He carefully lifted you by your hips before guiding you back down again. Then he groaned and the words fell from his lips. "I love you." He seemed to have not noticed he had said it but you certainly did. Your heart couldn't help but soar as you said it back. "I love you too, Steve." He heard that... He heard those words so clearly that they invaded his brain like hypnotic chant. He began thrusting up into you,

And he was gentle, surprisingly taking his time for a man about to have car sex of all things. Alongside that all he did was kiss all over your front, your breasts, your stomach, and your neck, muttering small praises and compliments. With his hands firm on your waist, his hands fitting perfectly over it, he gently sucked on parts of your skin leaving small marks in places that would be barely visible to others. It was his way of hoping this wasn't a one time thing. His way of praying that this wasn't just a dream and that when you lifted your arms and had your sweater rose up his mark would be there. A temporary reminder that you were his even if it was just for a moment. He did get too into it however when he began to here you giggling again. He thought he must have done something wrong which was a first for him when it came to sex. So in his slight panic he looked up at you to see you grinning so sweetly down at him. "That tickles, Steve." Those were the words that rang out from you as he looked down and realised that his hands had tightened slightly in his endeavours to keep you as close as possible. That was what was making you laugh. He was fine. With an internal sigh of relief he chuckled at the whole scenario, taking a moment to admire the beautiful blushing woman beneath him. You were so perfect and sweet, it made his heart swell with every laugh and moan you made as he had already begun leaning back in to kiss you. As his fingers pushed past the waistband of your underwear and started pressing carefully against your clit to test the waters you moaned, edging him to continue his loving touches. "You're so damn pretty." He mumble into your mouth as he caught your moan between his lips. "You've said so before." The breathy words escaped your lips as your head fell back, two of Steve's fingers slowly pushing into you. "Oh, Steve..." His name fell into the air in a way that almost drove him into insanity. "It's okay, baby. I got you." His whispered in your ear as he kept his pace at a steady rhythm. You arched into him, giving him the freeway to slot his arm underneath you and hold you closer. "C'mon, I've got you." He reassured, pressing his forehead against your stomach. When you finally came it was as though your body was in another realm entirely, a hot flash of warmth filling your entire body as it relaxed. Steve pressing kisses to your forehead. "Do you wanna keep going?" He double-checked as you caught your breath once more. As you nod he shakes his head. "No, I need words, baby." He voice was bringing you to your melting point. "Yes. I want to keep going, Steve." When you finished he muttered a small 'Thank God' and used the arm underneath you as leverage to lift your hips and slide off your soaked underwear and then took off his with his free hand. He reached over and opened the glove box to pull out a condom. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this." He spoke as he ripped open the packing with somewhat shaky fingers before sliding the condom on. He adjusted himself on top of you, lining up with your entrance. "You ready for me to-" He was cut off when you spoke up, the way you were looking up at him nothing short of needy. "Please~ Steve, just do it." And with that short plea he slowly pushed into you, muttering a small 'fuck' at how snugly you fit around his slightly above average length. When he fully bottomed out he took a second to pull you close, moving to sit back so he was now sat and you were straddling him again. He carefully lifted you by your hips before guiding you back down again. Then he groaned and the words fell from his lips. "I love you." He seemed to have not noticed he had said it but you certainly did. Your heart couldn't help but soar as you said it back. "I love you too, Steve." He heard that... He heard those words so clearly that they invaded his brain like hypnotic chant. He began thrusting up into you, each thrust filled with a rough passion that was intentionally slow enough to let you feel all of him.

You were pretty sure that anyone who walked past Steve's car would instantly know what was happening due to how much the car was probably rocking. But you were too lost in the pleasure to even care anymore. You both were too lost in the feeling of each other, calling each others names and spouting out 'I love you'. After a while Steve's grip tightened on your waist and his breathing got heavier, as his pace became uneven and unsteady. "You're close right?" He questioned with a groan. When you do nothing but moan a small 'yes' Steve understands and keeps his pace the same as you both finish. He slows done but still keeps moving to ride you both out of your high as your body goes completely lax. He holds you in his arms, not wanting to move and just soak in the moment. After a while of holding each other the position, although comforting, gets slightly uncomfortable so he assist you in moving off of him and into the space next to him. He looked toward you and once again admiring your glow as he spoke. "You okay?" His cheeks were flushed much like your own. You nod, moving to meet your eyes with his. "Yeah, you?" "I'm good... good." You both took a moment in the silence to register what had just happened. The air thick yet still comfortable. Steve realised you might have been cold and without thinking grabbed his shirt from the pile on of clothes you both had created on the drivers seat and handed it to you. You put it on anyway and began reaching for your pants to put them on. Once you were fully covered and Steve was back in his pants he pressed a kiss on the side of your head before climbing into the front seat. "You should get home and get some sleep. Today's been a long one." And with that he began driving.

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You’ve seen Sylus yell before — at his employees, and once at a blender that wouldn’t start.

But the moment he turns to you? His tone drops to a quiet, velvety murmur.

“No, Sweetie… not you. Never you.”

Once, you spilled coffee all over his work sheets.

You braced for the storm, but he just sighed, walked over, and kissed your forehead.

“I should’ve known better than to leave my sheets near your clumsy hands.”

When he’s frustrated, his voice goes low, but never sharp.

“Sweetie, I need a minute, okay? I’m not mad at you… I’m mad at everything that isn’t you.”

You’ve noticed his jaw tighten sometimes, eyes burning with unspoken anger, but when he looks at you, it melts.

“You’re the one place my temper refuses to exist.”

Even when you mess up something big, like accidentally deleting a whole project file.

He stares at the empty screen, takes a long breath, and whispers,

“You’re lucky I love you more than I love work.”

He’s never raised his voice. Not once.

You once asked him if he ever wanted to yell.

He chuckled softly.

“Yeah. But the thought of your face flinching? That’s louder than any scream.”

When you apologize, he never lets you feel small.

“Don’t shrink for me, Sweetie. I’d rather rebuild whatever broke than see you crumble.”

You once yelled at him — stress, exhaustion, too much emotion.

He just stood there, quiet, eyes soft.

“You done?”

You nodded.

“Okay. Come here.”

Sometimes he gets angry at the world cruel people, missed chances, lost time but never at you.

“You’re the only part of my life that doesn’t feel like a fight.”

You knocked over his guitar once, cracking the body.

He froze. You panicked.

He just exhaled and muttered,

“Guitars can be fixed. You can’t be replaced.”

He’s aware of how scary he can sound when angry.

“I promised myself, Sweetie… never you. You don’t deserve my sharp edges.”

When people wrong you, he yells for you.

“Don’t you dare talk to her like that.”

But when you’re the one who messes up? His voice breaks instead.

“Sweetie… please just don’t scare me like that again.”

One time you broke down crying mid-argument.

His whole posture softened instantly.

“Hey, hey, no. We don’t do tears, remember? I’d rather lose the argument.”

He’s got this thing, when he’s upset, he runs his hand through his hair, pacing.

But when you approach him, he stops instantly.

“I can’t be mad and look at you. It’s like emotional kryptonite.”

You once asked him why he never yells.

He shrugged, smiling faintly.

“Because I know what silence can do. I’d rather speak softly than scar you.”

When he’s angry, he cooks. Aggressively.

Pots clatter, knives hit the board but the moment you peek in, he’s like:

“Dinner’s almost ready, Sweetie. Don’t mind the war zone.”

He always circles back with reassurance.

“We’re okay, right? I can handle the world being chaos… but not us.”

His anger burns out fast when you’re around.

“You can’t expect me to stay mad when you’re blinking at me like that. It’s unfair warfare.”

When others fight, he tells them: “Yelling’s easy. Staying gentle? That’s love.”

You realize later — he learned that because of you.

He once told you:

“You’re my peace. I refuse to make my peace loud.”

And you didn’t realize until later that it wasn’t just a sweet line, it was a promise.

Even in his lowest moments, when he’s hurt or broken — his voice never rises above soft.

“Don’t walk away, Sweetie. I just… don’t have it in me to lose you too.”

One night, curled up together, you whisper:

“You’ve never yelled at me. Not once.”

He hums, half-asleep.