#joe keery fluff
Young Minded Questions
Summary:You and Steve have been dating for a about a year, growing closer ever since the Demogorgon shit happened. Dustin was over the moon when you and Steve began dating. However, with that comes consequences. Dustin won’t stop asking the two of you questions regardless if their uncomfortable, he doesn’t give a shit. You find it hilarious and cute, until your brother asks the question you never thought he’d ask.
A/N:I’ve been in a big writing kind of mood, so enjoy a Steve Harrington x-reader; I haven’t written for him in awhile. Enjoy!
Notes:
Warnings:
- Language
- Sexual Themes (mentions of having sex)
Steve Harrington x-reader
(Outfit 1)
My fellow students walked passed me as I stood in front of my locker, gathering my school supplies for the weekend. Steve, Dustin and I had planned to have a movie night and just hang out. When my boyfriend for a year and I were hanging out, my younger brother had overheard that two of us were going to have a movie night. Dustin insisted that he join us, wishing to be with his two favorite people.
Of course I couldn’t say no. I mean I could, but I’d look like an asshole. A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and spun me around. Steve rested his chin on my shoulder, lightly kissing the side of my neck.
He set be back onto the ground with his back pressed against the set of lockers. My boyfriend grinned and slipped his favorite pair of sunglasses off (GIF Above). “Hey,” he greeted with his hands on my hips, glancing down at my lips then to my Y/E/C eyes.
“Hi,” I responded.
Steve watched me turn back to my locker, grabbing my French textbook. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear then kissed my cheek. I felt him smirk against my rosy cheeks as I snickered at his public affection. Steve closed the locker then swung an arm around my shoulders. The two of us walked down the hallway towards his adored car that was parked out front.
I waved to Stella - my brother’s math tutor - as she stood beside her boyfriend, Danny. We finally made it outside where a bunch of students were still conversing with their friends. “Malady,” Steve bowed, opening the passenger door of his car. I shook my head in amusement and sat in the front passenger’s seat. He stole a quick kiss before walking around the car to get into the driver’s seat.
“So, you ready for tonight?” Steve inquired as he pulled away from our school’s parking lot. I shrugged my shoulders and looked out of the window. Bright green trees flew by along with the occasional suburban style home. “Sure. Hanging out with my boyfriend, and my younger brother. What could go wrong?” I remarked.
My loyal and sweet boyfriend set a hand on my knee, running a thumb along the side of my leg. “I’m sure it won’t be too bad,” Steve comforted.
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(Later that night - outfit 2)
Multiple savory and sweet goodies sat on the coffee table as I attempted at trying to find a movie for us to watch. The two boys sat on the patterned sofa, munching on a bowl of popcorn while I flipped through the DVD box. “Okay,” I sighed, “We’ve got Terminator,Gremlins.” I gasped at the sight of Sixteen Candles, me and Nancy’s favorite movie. I glanced at the two boys.
They groaned and shook their head in disagreement. I ignored their expressions, setting the film into the ‘To Watch’ pile. “Um, Footloose,The Karate Kid, and Ghostbusters.” I waited for them to respond. Steve and Dustin glanced at one another then back to me. I raised my brows, expecting a quick response.
“You pick,” Steve suggested with a wink and his heart melting smirk.
“If I pick, I’m going to get a lecture with you two saying,” I lowered my voice to sound deeper, “You always choose those chick flicks, ones with a ton of kissing.” Dustin raised his brows with his arms crossed. “That’s not true, and we don’t sound like that,” my brother claimed. I let out a sigh and looked back down at the stack in my hands.
I waited a few more seconds and picked out Ghostbustersfrom the short pile. Steve and Dustin fist bumped one another, hoping that I wouldn’t see but I still did. “Alright. Were all set,” I plopped down onto the couch. Steve put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek.
“I can still see, you know?” Dustin said from the left of me. I rolled my eyes and rested my head on Steve’s shoulder, snuggling into his side. From the corner of my eye, I noticed my brother glance at us; his mouth flipping to a grin at the two of us. “Hold up, I gotta pee,” Steve removed his arm around my shoulders, jumping up from the couch.
“What! The movie just started!” Dustin exclaimed with his hands points in the direction of the television. Steve flipped my brother off and made his way to my bathroom. Standing up from the couch, I grabbed the empty chip bowl and walked over to the kitchen. “Hey! I’ve gotta question,” Dustin jumped up from the couch towards where I stood.
“And I’ve got an answer.”
Dustin huffed and sat down at the island. He played with the cloth napkins that were in the middle of the counter. I noticed something was on my brother’s mind. “Hey, everything okay?” I asked, pouring the last bit of the tortilla chips.
He glanced down the hallway then back to me who stood waiting in front of the granite counter top. Dustin let out a sigh yet again. “Have you-have you and Steve 'done it’?” my brother stuttered, using air quotation marks around the two words. I whipped my head up from the opened trashcan with the blue empty chip bag still in my hands
His face was dead serious, telling me that he really wanted to know. My mouth stayed agape as I tried to figure out how to answer with the bag now crushed in my hands. “Um….” I trailed, “N-No. We haven’t.” Dustin looked at me with raised brows, not accepting my response as a real one. Steve interrupted our conversation.
Steve rubbed his hands together and sat down on the couch. He furrowed his brows, arms throwing up. “What’s the hold up? Let’s get this going!” he said. “I promised Max I’d let her borrow a sweater, I’ll be right back,” I spoke, which wasn’t a total lie. I threw the crushed plastic bag away and rushed over to my bedroom.
Earlier in the week, Max had asked to use one of my sweaters for her double date with Lucas, Mike and Eleven. I fumbled through the closet in search for the yellow and white turtle neck. “Gotchya,” I muttered, taking the article of clothing off the plastic hanger.
A knock from the bedroom door sounded from the right of me. Steve stood there with a warm smile on his freckled face, a strand of hair covering his forehead slightly. “Find that sweater for Max?” he asked.
“Yep,” I answered, “Max always gazes at it whenever she and Eleven come over.”
Steve followed me with his handsome brown eyes as I folded it neatly into a reusable grocery bag. Steve glanced over his shoulder then back to me. “Can we talk for a second?” he asked. I looked up at him and nodded, ushering him to close the door.
He shut my bedroom door, his hands finding their way to the pockets of his grey sweatpants. I could hear Dustin in the living room cursing at our orange cat who was desperately hop onto the couch. “Did you tell Dustin that we you know….” Steve said. “Haven’t done what all couples do in their relationships?” I interrupted, my arms swinging at my sides.
The topic was a sore subject. Steve chuckled and sat down on my made bed. I joined his side. “No, I didn’t tell him, but he’s smart so he’ll figure it out soon enough,” I said. He snickered softly, trailing his eyes away from the carpeted flooring of my bedroom.
“He asked you, didn’t he?” I said.
“Yeah.”
“Of course he did.”
I groaned, falling back as I hit my mattress. The corners of Steve’s lips lifted as he looked at me while I ran a hand through my hair; my tank top lifting up a bit, the top hem of underwear peeking a bit. “I mean, we had to expect that he’d ask,” Steve said. He withdrew his eyes from my exposed skin.
“We’re his two favorite people in the world. Apart from the Ghostbuster characters.”
I laughed at his retort with my arms resting above my head. We sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company. This is not how we thought our night was gonna go, but I guess we should’ve known this was going to happen at some point in our relationship.
Given that we’ve only been dating for a year, and within that year the two of us hadn’t really reached the point in our relationship where we, you know. The thought that we haven’t had sex popped into my head. I mean, shouldn’t two high school seniors have already done it? All of my friend’s have.
My boyfriend noticed my sudden change of expression. His joyous smirk dropped. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve urgently asked. I sat up with my elbows propping me up. My foot kicked one of Mews’ toys that had ended up in my room. The pink rubber ball rolled over to the other side of my room, hitting the opened doors of my closet.
“Do-do you think it’s weird that we haven’t really had sex?” I leaned my back against my bedroom wall, “All of our friends have done, and it-it makes me think we’re never going to. I don’t know. I guess…all of our friends ask if we’ve done it, as if it’s their business to know what goes on behind closed doors.” I rolled my eyes at the last bit of my statement.
Steve listened as I spoke what was on my mind. Not gonna lie, it felt good to get that off my chest given that I had kept it in for so long, which I was presently surprised by. “I don’t think it’s weird,” Steve intertwined our hands. He kissed the top of my hand and sat up beside me, his free hand resting on my leg.
“We’ll do it when we’re ready, and right now might not be that time but it will sometime,” he said, “Hell, we’re nineteen years old. We’ve got plenty of time.” I grinned at the sound of his words. Steve was always respectful and knew just what I needed to hear. “Thanks, Steve,” I kissed his cheek.
Dustin groaned in frustration as he shouted for us to hurry up with our little chat. My boyfriend ran a hand through his hair, stealing a quick glimpse at the door then back to me who sat beside him. “Shall we continue with our scheduled movie, Queen Y/N?” he spoke in a British accent, getting up from my bed with an extended hand.
“Why of course, King Steve,” I replied with the same accent.
I put my hand into his and let him lead me back to the living room. Dustin silently thanked us, reaching for the television remote that sat on the coffee table. Mews was perched on the couch behind my brother’s head which enabled her to watch through the window for any unexpected visitors.
My brother looked back at Steve and I who had settled back in. Steve’s arm went back to it’s original state, a hand resting on my thigh. He reached a hand up and pulled my top down, covering my stomach slightly, keeping a hand on my thigh.
We could tell that Dustin was still expecting a response from his awkward question just a few moments ago. “We haven’t done it, and when we do, you’ll know,” Steve confidently remarked as his eyes were fixated on the television screen.
Both Dustin and I turned to look at him, me trying to withhold my laughter while my brother’s face turned a bright shade of pink. Dustin dropped his Three Musketeers and stood up from the couch. “That’s it, I’m going to bed. We’ll finish the movie tomorrow!” Dustin yelled. He picked up our cat and rushed over to his bedroom.
Once he was gone, Steve and I burst into a fit of laughter at my brother’s flustered face. We could hear him curse at us to quiet it down. “Literal tomato. Oh my god,” Steve spoke in between fits of laughter. Ghostbusters was still playing in the background as we continued to giggle.
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