#family video

[sapphirecobalt-1]

y'all I need one just give me ONE post canon fic where Eddie goes to bug Steve during one of his Family Video shifts and they're talking, chilling, shooting the shit and Eddie jokingly asks to see their porn selection in the back

and Steve clutches his pearls, all loud dramatic gasps and heart over his chest, looking at Eddie like a scandalized suburban W.A.S.P. mom just like "Edward! This is a Family Video store" in a very "why, I never" tone of voice - before it's all immediately wiped away by a shit eating grin and he's like "of course we have porn in the back, what kind do you want"

and Eddie's just joking but hey if they actually have some, Eddie's down (but only if Steve watches it with him 😉)

(very important to know: half the "porn" in the back is just Jane Fonda exercise tapes and ALL of it is Keith's secret porn stash he keeps at the store so his mom, whom he still lives with, doesn't see it. Steve and Robin discovered it on accident one day while cleaning out the back room and they decided to rent out "Adult Films" to some clients at double the cost of regular rentals, with Steve and Robin pocketing the extra cash, promising each client who rents the "Adult Films" that this info won't show up in their accounts; and it doesn't. but! Robin and Steve do keep a little notebook in. the back where they keep track of who rents what porn disk, when, for how long, and how much they make, etc. Steve tells Eddie all of this, to which Eddie raises concerns about privacy. to which Steve reminds Eddie that even tho he's been exonerated, he's still Public Enemy Number #1 and can/should use this blackmail info if the need arrives

Keith, of course, has no idea about any of this.)

[ebaylee422]

I Want Your Video

Steve x Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: Steve won the poll, when I first started really reading fanfiction on tumblr early 2020-2021 there was a fic with mutual masturbation with BestFriend!Steve Harrington and this plays into the very heavy. I’ve been wanting to fuck you forever part for inspo. Also just love Djo’s music so a lot of my WIPs have titles of his music. Requests are open if you want more sexy Steve, thank you for reading!

Summary: Family Video just became a little less family friendly with the new addition of the 18 and older erotic video room. You are more curious than your co-workers about what a dirty movie includes, the sexual tension between you and dreamboat Steve Harrington does nothing for your pent up frustrations. 

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Family Video Worker!Reader, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Max, El and Will love to pester Steve at his jobs, and gross mentions of Keith. 

Warning/Tags: SMUT (Minors DNI), Steve has a huge cock, dry humping, marking, fingering (f receiving), blow job, overstim, small nubbins of insecurities with reader and Steve, Steve and reader share playful banter, a ruined Armchair, dirty talk, pet names, riding (save a horse ride Steve Harrington), we all love boobies, creampie, cum play?  As always lmk if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 6.2k

"Well I knew they called it Family Video for a reason, I just never thought they'd take it so literally." You said as the three of you looked to the closed door with the new 18 plus warning sign, taking away your break room.

"Please stop mentioning it.” Robin pinches at the bridge of her nose

"What? At least people don't like, deal porn or try to find it at a public library." Steve adds setting the return tapes on the counter.

"Why would someone go to the library for PORN?" Robin boasts turning to her best friend,

"I don't know Buckley, people are stupid when horny." Steve admonishes

“Does that mean your always horny?” You tease, Steve opens his mouth to retaliated but Robin stops him. 

"No, now we just have Keith, who was already always in the back room. Potentially watching adult films on the clock and putting them back." Robin shakes in disgust.

"Like a trial run, he’ll be able to give great recommendations." You add nose scrunched with laughter bubbling in your chest.

"Ew gross." Robin said nauseated 

"Look he's creepy, but Keith is not that brave. Any one of us could walk back there." Steve says pointing to the ever closed office and backroom where Keith either naps or throws together a schedule. 

"Maybe he wants to be caught?" you nod, taking new tapes to stock in the romance section.

“Maybe he wants you to catch him?” Steve wiggles his eyebrows following you,

"Maybe you want me to smack you in the face-" You turn to find him closer than you anticipated only a few inches separating your body from his. 

"What? Don't be a prude now, you're the one who made the conversation interesting." Steve cut you off, chest puffed in challenge. His woodsy, ash, and vanilla smell intoxicating you as the spearmint on his breath floated you back to reality.

"That's because I'm interesting." You dare with a raised eyebrow, as his eyes flicker to your cherry lips.

"God please stop flirting in front of me or I'll get a cavity." Robin whines behind the counter. 

"We're not flirting-" You scold, "Okay-" Steve holds his hands up in defense at the same time. You huff and continue down the aisle to stock, red in the face with embarrassment. 

Towards the end of your shift the school rush dying down, you sit on the counter with Robin inventorying returns in the computer. Steve is holding the door open for a blonde girl popping her bubble gum with glossed lips. Giggling as Steve makes a fool of himself her chest rising with the laughter, over a Star Wars joke she didn’t understand. Explaining how she had been looking for the film in Alderaan places, and how he was always happy to help a pretty girl like her. 

You understood the joke, just because he didn’t know what Ewoks were didn’t mean he never paid attention when you talked about your favorite sci-fi series. 

“Stupid.” You mumbled under your breathe, rewinding tapes.

“Huh?” Robin asked, her doe eyes floating along the computers interface confused her mouth hung open. 

"Robs, have you ever watched an adult film?" You asked, aggravated and pent up.

"Yeah but there's not a lot in my area of attraction so I just stick to the magazines." Robin motioned toward herself, still clueless to your annoyance.

"Uh-huh, well I want to watch one." Finally being decisive on the embarrassing topic,

"Are we seriously still talking about this?" Steve chips in

"Did you seriously just strike out? You talked with her for like 30 seconds." You said infuriated, turning around to see him leaning over the counter with his stupid fluffy hair and tight polo. Sans a phone number written on his arms or a torn piece of notebook paper.

"Just remember Y/N that's all a man can give sometimes, porn isn't realistic." Robin added knocking her head into your leg in frustrated groan.

“How would you know that?” Steve scrutinized his best friend,

“Is it true?!” Robins eyes were blown wide in astonishment, they immediately started arguing with you the only barrier between them.

"Okay, I'm just gonna go back there and pick one." You slide from the counter, move Robin out of your way, they paused mid-argument to poke at you.

"Go for it, have fun." Robin called

"But not too much!" Steve yelped when she pinched him,

Opening the cliché room, of neon lights with each film had it’s own space on the shelves you began to read some of the titles. Private Teacher, Taboo, I Like to be Watched, Educating Nina, Talk Dirty to Me 1 and 2, 8 to 4, there's honestly too many. So let's just say that the first one, Private Teacher, sounds like it has some plot. You slip it into your vest, walking out of the room to find Steve surrounded by his children.

“Please Steve what’s back there?”

“We just want to take a quick peak!”

“For the millionth time, no. You’re barely 13!”

“We’re actually 14 and or older Steve.” Max says deadpan standing arms crossed next to a girl you think was named Jane or El you weren’t 100% sure. 

“Yeah kids leave the guy alone just because he would sneak you into the movie's at Scoops does not mean you get free rain of the porno’s.”

“Porno’s?!” Dustin yells as the rest of the kids shush him, looking around the other Family Video patrons.

“Yeah that’s enough Steve’s posse, your scaring away paying customers.” You shush them out the door, 

"Come on, I bet you have some criticism about at least one of these dirty movies." Robin asks Steve who is using every fiber in his being not to embarrass himself in front of you.

"Actually, I haven't watched any of them yet," Steve says while he re-faces the horror films the kids probably messed with earlier.

“Bullshit-” You butt in, Steve turns to defend himself but is saved by Robin’s blabbermouth. 

"I do but mostly for the... well you know, porno's aren't progressive in my territory yet." Robin held up the one, where the woman's boobs were almost completely out of her bra and there was a string of spit from her mouth to them.

"Well we could change this week's movie night at my place? This one seemed well loved. 3 rents already, and it’s only been a few weeks." I grabbed 'Private Teacher' walking over to Steve, the man had the woman bent over the desk, one of his hands pulling her hair so show her face for the camera. Her school girl costume left a tasteful amount of skin on show just for the cover. The tagline read ‘Sometimes A Little Private Instruction Is All You Need To Make The Grade’

He only glanced at the cover, "Yeah I'm good, I get my fill with my right hand and watching sappy some romance movies over and over again."

"Ewwww," Robin drones behind the counter. You laugh at his in response holding onto your sides while walking back over to her.

"Obviously, not in that order!" He follows, you pull out some rental money setting on the counter as Robin rang it up.

"Oh come on now, Stevie don't be the prude of the group. Robin will be there too and I know you don't have anything better to do. Since you're always at my house anyway." He scoffs hiding the tape under his elbow when another customer walks in.

"Yeah to get away from my asshole Dad, not to watch porn with you." 

"I think he would enjoy the fact you're actually finding a hobby," Robin says, putting the tape into a plastic bag, brushing some hair out of Steve's face. He sticks out his tongue mocking her. 

"Yes Robin, you're a truly hilarious comedian of the century. What do I have to do for you both to drop this? Especially as my best friend and basically my boss." You giggle at the obvious answer.

"Just come by tonight, Steve. I don’t wanna watch this alone. And like always bring your tissues for the movie," Robin almost falls over laughing, when you lean over the counter pressing a kiss to his heated cheek before waving goodbye. You spend the rest of your night picking up the apartment, filling the fridge with your friends favorite snacks, and vacuuming. You thought about lighting a candle, debating if that was too romantic to watch a Porno with your co-workers. Lighting it against those thoughts because it made the place smell nice. A knock at the door took you away from the sink of dishes from your breakfast.

“Come in! It’s open guys!” You yell turning off the faucet,

“What if I was a serial killer, Y/N? You’d let me wander about your living room?” Steve brushed his front past you setting a six-pack in the fridge.

“The only serial thing you are Steve is a serial pain in my butt.” You stick you tongue out, head lurching towards the direction of the living room only to find it empty.

“Ha-ha, ha.” Steve mocked, taking off his grey jacket to lay it across the counter before nose diving into the fridge again.

"How was your day? Where’s Buckley?" You pondered wiping your wet hands, the moving his jacket to a chair at the small four person dining table.

“Hanging out with a girl. And other than this chick at work begging me to watch porn with her, it was actually really busy." He threw a grape at where you were at the table, tossing a handful into his mouth with a crunch.

"I totally forgot about it until I was grabbing my wallet at the store, I was kinda embarrassed when I rediscovered it. The lady probably thought I was high as a kite!"

"Because you are," he drooled a little bit, speaking with a full mouth, raiding the fridge full of groceries.

"There's nothing wrong with blowing off some steam with a bit of erotica. Everyone does it," you turned tossing the soiled grape back at him, joining him in the kitchen again.

"Yeah that's gross, it's unspoken. Even creepy old men who can't get it up do it." He swallowed his mouth full then making an obscene gesture with his hand.

"Ew, gross Steve.” You say hands held up in disgust,

"See-"

"Well I'm not a creepy old man," You argued, taking the tape out of your bag. "Besides, it can't be that good or bad. Almost like a true neutral, just people going at it like animals." Walking into the living room, you closed the blinds and navy curtains before setting the tape into the already plugged in VCR.

"Okay hang on a minute, there's way better ways at blowing off steam." Steve interrupts, the fridge slams as his steps grow louder.

"Name a few for me, Lover Boy." You scoffed still bent at the waist, setting everything up at the entertainment center. Round shape of your ass in those acid wash jeans begging to be released. The sight made Steve’s own tighter around his crotch.

"I don't think you want to know mine," he says breathlessly, voice a bit deeper. You stood up and turned to where he stood, his back up against the archway that separated the two rooms. The tape started playing in the middle of the stars going at each other, extremely loud feminine moans rang from the Television. It broke you from the stare down, rushing to turn it down. He came up behind you on the rug, turning everything off altogether. After a pause of shock, you rolled over laughing against the entertainment center, covering your red face with your hands. Steve huffed sitting back on his calves, laughing at it as well. Eyes drifting to the swell of your chest as the laughing made it rise a fall. Dragging the hands down your face, leaning against the shelves. You clocked his stare immediately, his pupils are blown wide, lips slick as if he just wet them. Polo tight across his shoulders but untucked showing off a flash of his soft tummy. You swallowed hard catching your breath.

“Steve?” You reach out to him, his arms grip back at your elbows pulling you up on your knees towards his knees. “I wanna know, I want to know.” His nose pressed to your cheek, lip grazing over yours as he spoke. 

“I can show you.” His voice broke, husky and deep exhale along your skin. Your resolve faltered lips fitting like a puzzle against his. You pulled far enough away to split for air, only Steve followed pressing you closer together. Hand resting along your neck, holding you to him. 

"What's wrong?" You looked at him worried a line creasing your forehead he reached out to soothe.

"Nothing, you're just so...beautiful." He let his eyes wander, admiring that you’d even gave him the time of day.

“I want you. I want you to show me.”

“Okay.” Connecting again fireworks exploded behind your eyes. He pulled your top lip between his, you returned by licking the slope of his bottom lip from an open mouth kiss. Steve groaned, allowing you in. He tasted of the grapes from moments ago and spearmint of the gum he chewed to stop smoking, it was sickly sweet. My hand from his thigh came up to brush away the free fallen hair from getting in our way, the strands of hair were so soft, surprising, no matter how many times you’d wished to touch them. Pushing your chest against his, raising up on your knees deepening the kiss. He sunk down to a seated position, crossing his legs and leaning his head back to a lower level. It gave more access, he kept his hands in nice places like; nape of your neck, tangled hair, cheeks, small of the back and waist. You nipped his bottom lip, pulling gently then watched it fall back in place. He gripped one of your thighs, sending shocks of anticipation up your core. He kneaded, silently wanting for sometime. Everything was too good to break away and use words. You just obediently moved one leg at a time to sit on his lap. Using his shoulders to steady, lowering onto his lap. He whimpered in anticipation in you mouth, your heat grazed the zipper of his jeans. At the friction you gasped, lips swollen and lungs out of air, as you pressed foreheads together. Eyes opening to see him staring with hopefulness, eyes wide open. You teased lightly trailing lips over his. Waiting for a reaction, but he stayed firm. Hands on the ground by his sides holding you upright. Breathing as one for a moment before he spoke,

"I've thought about this moment for a very long time," He said only for the two of you, your fingers rubbed the five o’clock shadow of his jaw in your waiting hands "I want to, so terribly. I don't know where to go from here..." 

He smiled a dorky smile into your skin, keening at the contact of you against him.

"Then stop talking and kiss me again." He obeyed, trailing his lips down to your jaw, throat and to your collar, moving the fabric slightly he started softly sucking and rolling his tongue over the area. Your hands desperately clung to the back of his head, he moved closer to the pot of your collarbones and throat leaving wet kisses. He stopped his mouth looking up, with those caramel eyes so full of devotion. Mind going fuzzy, seeing the way he not only looked but saw into you. The way he always has. "Don’t stare at me like that,"

"Like what?" He let the collar of the shirt scrunch back in place the movement made you squeeze your thighs around his middle, eyes rolling back in his skull.

"Like you want to kiss me or something." His hands both came up to brush his thumbs along your ribs, fronts pressed against each other.

"I will never stop looking at you like that, no matter what happens.” He smiled, “I gave you my heart long ago." You kissed him more primal this time, needing to taste him and etch the feeling of him into your mind. He was moaning into the embrace, he still barely touched as you tugged at his shirt below, when he broke contact to pull it over his head you stopped the kiss to admire his chest.

"Steve..." You wheezed through bloated lips. "Touch me, it's okay. You can't hurt me" He kissed back hard, slipping his hands underneath your tight work shirt, his hands cold against the hot skin covering your spine. Breaking free from his lips pressing kisses on his face, down his throat cooing into him when he unclasped your bra with one hand in a single fluid motion. Running his hands over your bare back, unknowingly while you rotated your hips in small circles against his wanting more. Craving the contact and friction of him against you. He daintily ran his hands down your body hesitantly gripping the plush of your ass adding more pressure to the growing friction. His zipper felt so good against your own, letting go of your lips on his neck throwing your head back. As the feeling of his hard-on pressed up against your clit. Putting both hands on the floor behind you while he moved your hips against each other in sync, panting and grinding seeking release. Steve's abdomen flexed as he twitched under you, he was cumming loudly moaning your name from his pink lips. It sounded like a song when he said it, his release came fast, his chest heaving heavily as he pulled your body back against him. Hugging each other till lips grazed, as he came down from his high. You tried to suppress the giggle as his hands traced shapes along the small of your back.

"What are you so giddy about? You just made me cream my pants like a middle schooler." You shook your head tracing at the mark I left on his shoulder,

"Well since we're already past the point of no return. I didn't think you would be so loud." you pulled back lip bitten between teeth,

"Maybe if you weren't mauling me like a hungry lion, I could've stayed quiet." He tucks his head under your chin,

"I told you, I’m a lion girl not a ninja.” He laughed across your throat warming you as he kissed the flesh again. “Maybe I should pounce effectively, so I can really hear you scream my name." Steve stopped abruptly to meet your eyes, pupils blown wide, you felt immediately self-conscious blabbering out an apology before he could turn you down. "I’m so sorry, was that too much?"

"No...” He purred, this close you could tell the scent of him was distinctly cedar.  “I've actually never been more turned on." He pushed his lips to mine, rolling our tongues against each other, knowing exactly what you liked. He tightened his grip on on the fat of your hips and making you moan into him, pulling away his lips, forehead glistening, his eyes full of lust. He trailed his fingers up to help the offensive fabric of your shirt off, the bra slowly falling the rest of the way off your shoulders. His length twitched against the inside of your thigh again, he was entranced by the image. Still as a statue until guiding his lips down to the spot on you chest that made the world melt. He kissed everywhere, you kept each hand in his hair scratching at his scalp pleasantly. Leaning forward he placed your back against the carpet, hovering on top of but keeping himself slotted between your legs. Involuntarily moaning when he licked at erect nipple, he mirrored the same to the other one. His dick throbbed against the stain of cum, straining against the fabric. Kissing each while he unzipped the high waist of your jeans. You bucked your hips and helped him pull them down, he took them off your trapped ankles, restarting his descent to kiss down the length of your body again. Wet open mouth kisses making shooting sparks through your body at the intimate contact, grabbing his hand on the ground. 

“You are even more beautiful than my dreams ever allowed. Everything, you are everything.” His eyes silently asking for permission. As he slid a hand under the fabric of the green panties. You gasped loudly at the unbridled new contact of his palm, lowering to gather the dampness, trailing it up to your clit. He circled twice as his other fingers began to slowly plunge inside. You keened, calves dug into the bare flesh around his waist, “You're so wet for me,” sighing, hands finding purchase on his biceps, he hissed as his face fell into your neck.

“Uhh… Harder.” You held his arms with such intensity, leaving crescent marks into the skin digging hard into his muscle. Turning you chin down to find his lips to kiss, and silencing moans together his thumb began to swirl faster, his middle and ring finger able to go a little deeper with the changing hand position. Not being able to control the heat coursing through, you squeezed his hips harder. He whimpered, pressing himself up against your thigh rutting the fabric against himself for some contact. “Your fingers feel so good…” Moving lower, spreading wider to move your hips against his fingers, they worked expertly to consume all your senses. He pushed in a little further and harder, forcing you to look at what he was doing so wonderfully between your legs. Moaning obscene words, as your back arched further his fingers scissoring to stretch your walls. Clenching around his fingers that disappeared inside. “Holy shit- don’t stop.” Your hands fell to the floor grabbing the shag of the rug underneath, as muscles tensed unlike anything you’ve felt before. You came hard without warning, the orgasm spread through you, completely overwhelming, your legs shook out your high as he kept going, pressure building through your bladder before you felt a light gush.

"Fuck" He whispered in you ear, you could feel the shit eating grin off of his body language. 

"I haven’t done that before," you tell him.

"Yeah me either, ya know to a girl… I do that every time," he said into your neck, your cheeks instantly flushed. Laughing at his dorkiness, he moved your panties back in place. His fingers parted his lips, licking them clean of your arousal. You felt him throbbing against your thigh as you lightly pushed off the ground. Taking Steve's hand, you pushing him back to climb on the Lazy Boy you'd recently bought.

“What are you thinking, Sweets?” his voice was dark, he moved up the chair and sat. Spreading his legs for you, like the good boy he’d been.

“I just want to clean up my seat, Lover Boy.” You knelt down unbuckling his jeans, pulling them down and his ruined underwear. Letting him finally be free from the confines of the fabric, his cock flung back up pre leaving a pearlescent trail on the course hair of his happy trail. Steve was massive, how he’d fit into those jeans daily made your head spin. You would make him fit, even if his cock impaled your insides. 

“You don’t have to, no one’s been able to take all of me before.” He took your wanderlust as fear, and shit now you had to prove him wrong too. Your nails ran up his thighs as you collected some spit in the front of your mouth. Letting it drip onto the head, nails gripping his thigh to hold him in place you took the other hand and ran it across his length. Hitting the large vein along his shaft with your thumb, he pushed his head back against the plush chair. Fighting to buck up into you with everything in his body and mind not to blow his load again or buck up into you. He was breathing extremely heavily now, you gently kissed his red tip and watched as his fingers dug into the armrests. He held his breath a bit before you squeezed his thigh, then he exhaled. You then licked a long stripe down his shaft, you came back up to the tip flicking it with your tongue.

“Jesus, stop with the teasing Sweets,” You smiled like a siren, before holding him with a hand stroking up and down with your lips wrapped around the tip. He accidently to bucked his hips, you pressed his pelvis down taking in his full length.

“Holy shit!” Steve gasped. Hollowing your cheeks, you worked him to a pulp as your jaw went slack. His hands reached out to grab the hair that fell covering how you looked sucking him. Pulling it all to one hand, he didn’t need to guide your head, you were able to bob your head down him with a fair amount of ease with how wet you’d gotten his shaft. Tearing up and gaging if you went too slow, but it was well worth the noises coming from his beautiful lips. He watched in awe as you swallowed around him, eyes watery and spit slick chin, moving your second hand under his heavy sack you massaged them with each upstroke. HIs eye closed tightly as he twitched inside your mouth throwing his head back warning you. You took it all with a delightful swallow, helping him ride out the rest of his high with a hand. The only time he pulled his makeshift ponytail was when he could’ve cried from the stimulation. You relented with a pornographic pop, wiping your chin with the back of your hand and slowly stood going to straddle him, he playfully grabbed your body and pulled you to him on the lounge chair.

“That was way better than any other girl or me just watching porn.” you looked at him mouth agape, he was eye level with your bare chest.

“See, I knew you watched porn. A shit ton of it.” you slapped his chest.

“Yeah, but nothing compares to the real thing,” he began to kiss the marks he already started on your chest, in places only he’d only been allowed too. Your hands cupped his face for him to look at you. He smiled his beautiful heartfelt smile,

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“I don’t know but Robin is the best wing women ever. She told me if I didn’t kiss you tonight I shouldn’t even bother showing my face at work tomorrow.”

“Wait, what is Robin doing?”

“She cancelled so we could in her words ‘either fuck away the tension out or kill each other’ .”

“Well she is definitely my favorite lesbian. That multi-lingual B is a genius. I would’ve let you do this even if you’d just. I don’t know asked me on a date.”

“Bullshit-, really?”

“Are you kidding?! You are so out of my league Steve, I’ve never been in your ballpark ever in my life.” He grimaces, thumb tracing idling along your hip bone.

“I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful, smart and caring girl. I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, and I selfishly want you all to myself.” he whispers with affection you’d never heard from him before. Adam’s apple bobbing with his thick swallow of emotion.

“Then you have me.” he bit back a smile as his lip clashed with yours passionately kissing you, he faintly pulled your hair. You moaned at the action, spine tingling as you roamed your hands around his frame. Mapping out ever mole and divot along his heated skin. Trailing them back and forth on his chest like a sensual massage. He moved his hands to get a better angle on your hips, and began rowing them against himself. You both groaned at the friction, “Look who’s the tease now,” you pouted at him as a finger inched it way  to your clit tracing tight consistent circles. Your nails tear at his shoulders with pleasure, making him shudder under you. ‘God how many rounds could you go with him’ “Please… uh. Tell me you're ready.” you push your head into his neck, his fingers had already fine-tuned your pleasure. He stopped, fingers yanking your scalp to crash your lips to his. He still rowing you against his length, until his lungs screamed for air.

“I’m always ready, how do you feel about this?” he stops his motions, you felt unfulfilled when the movement ceased. You brain finally grasping some clarity, Steve would stop everything here if you wanted him too. Helping you re-dress and seeing himself out. Never telling a soul if you’d asked, he’d be celibate if you’d ask. Buying you the finest ring until your wedding night then ravishing you in your honeymoon bed. 

“This doesn’t change the way I feel about you. You’re perfect to me Steve.” he gave you a sinful smile, reaching his hand under your adjoined hips pushing you up onto your knees. While he finished working himself up, you waited as patiently as you could by marking his neck.

“God you're so wet for me, these panties are drenched after sucking me. We should’ve gotten rid of them, already.” His eyes were playful, and needy for more and all of you. He helped you stand, putting your hands on his shoulder to balance you as you took them off. Just the sight of you fully naked made his heart ache, he kissed your arm lips too far for his liking. Wanting even more contact, he grabbed your waist again leaning back into the chair. You kissed him lazy, you both were fucked out of your minds already. Now it was just comforting, you had all the time in the world. It was slow, sweet, his lips were so soft you still felt them all over your body. His hands roamed but craved to rest on your chest above your heart. You pressed your forehead against his, catching your breath. His hands on your hips, guided you gently down as you felt him at your entrance.

“Take your time, Sweets. I want us to enjoy this,” nipping at your forearm while sitting himself farther up the chair, feet still planted on the ground.

“You want me to top, you?”

“Is that a problem?”

“I haven’t done that… Before.” You told him shyly, 

“Well, well. Looks like we're about to enter a new realm of pleasure for you…” Licking his lips, “just take me in your hand and guide yourself down at your own speed, Sweetheart.” His comforting words sent a tingle down your spine, you put your hands on the soft skin where his pelvis lies. He just observes your movements gripping your hips like a steering wheel, mouth awestruck as you lower yourself down onto him. His hands dig into you, as you let him fill your insides. Immediately he’s touching things you’ve never felt, it’s painful in the most remarkable way.

“Shit, babe. Oh my god. Didn’t-Didn’t think you’d take all of me on the first go.” he shifts pulling your chest so he can latch on to his dark purple mark there. It causes a rush inside you even just the slight motion making you want to explode.

“Feels so full, god your fucking humongous Steve.” You whined, high pitched and needy. The ach of his cock started to morph from a burn to a stretch faster than you thought as your arousal dripped down your thighs. In brief circles you moved your hips against him, keeping him completely sheathed inside. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, he moves his hands to your thighs squeezing hard making you grind faster. He comes up for air from you chest and lets out a gracious moan,

“Stevie, pull the handle.” you whimper at him,

“What?” he mutters breathlessly.

“Holy shit, just…” you're on the brink of another powerful orgasm, pussy gripping him like a vice ”pull the handle back, trust me.” he lets go of one of your thighs frantically looking for the handle on the side of the recliner. He finally finds it and pulls hard, sending his lower body up into yours and your upper body over his. You both moan in ecstasy, his hand going back to your thigh. Sitting back up, you place one hand on his lower abdomen and the other on his hairy thigh behind you. He continues to groan affirmations and your name at the changed position, sending you over a small cliff. Only adding to the larger knot in your stomach, running up your body.  

“Keep going I want you to cum, cum around my fat cock.”

“Don’t stop, stay right there. I want it all.” You pant feeling him twitch inside you, moving your hips with his.

“God you're so wet, and you ride me so good Sweetheart.” he playfully smacks your ass, you change your position again to bring your lips to his. He moves your body up and down while kissing you, letting you dominate his mouth while he starts to push harder into you. Propelling himself up, while his hands push you down into him in an erratic give and take. This is what you’ve needed, this was perfect but not even the start for both of you. He continues to praise you through breaths of pleasure “I got you” , “I can make you feel so good, Sweetheart.”, he gets filthier and louder and you keep moving, riding each other to passionate oblivion. Your mind ventures to his lips all over you, yours on him, the coil in between you wraps him tightly inside you. Your body starts to shake from the high, you press your upper body against his chest the hair rubbing against your hardened nipples.

"Good girl, milk my cock. Feels so good, gunna cum. You gotta move Sweets."

“Want to feel you, feel you dripping out of me Steve.” He mewls, clinging to you.

“Shit. Beg me for it, tell me how bad you want me to cum inside you.”

“Oh Steve,” you open your eyes, pressing your forehead down to meet him, his open too. You clutch your walls around him harder as he tries to finish riding your orgasm, “Please.” You whimper. That’s all it takes he gasps and finally bursts in you. Lips soothing against yours for that other contact. You feel the hot liquid inside you, wringing him dry of everything that he could possibly have left.

Separating for air out of the kiss, feeling his hot breaths against your cheeks, he groans, swallowing hard at the sensitivity. You brush your hair off of your sweaty face, holding onto the back of his neck to see him better. His eyes gleamed with passion, you smiled back.

“My legs are jelly,” you laugh in his face,

“I’ll take that as an answer to my question then,” he smiles, lifting your hips up. He easily slips out of you, you groan in frustration at the emptiness between your legs. Hissing at the loss as well, his abs quiver against the softness of your soft tummy. He pushes the foot rest back, so he can sit upright in the chair. Capturing his lips in yours, leaning you back as he holds you manhandling your hips, rotating you forward to help you stand.

“I could kiss you forever.” He admits kissing your shoulders as you put your feet on the cold floor, pushing off of his knees. You wobble slightly, 

“See,” you turned to face him again, pulling him up to stand together face to face. He stumbled a bit too, “completely fucked out of my mind.” He wraps his arms around your waist swaying you slightly in an embrace.

“You did so good, Sweetheart. We should get cleaned up.”

“I did good, how did you not run out of cum? Three rounds your insatiable.”

"Told you, I don't joke about my porn." He winks, kissing the corner of your mouth as he picks up your discarded clothes on the floor of the living room. 

"No wonder you're idolized by 14 year old boys." You roll your eyes, picking up your panties. This time when you bend own he can see his spend dripping down your slit. He chuckles from behind you a free hand, coasting down your stomach to your heat. You gasp as his fingers collect his cum from your thighs, you spin in his hold to meet his eyes.

"Open." Steve commands, eyes clouding with lust as he watches you stick your tongue out for him. His fingers slide along your tongue covered in each other's spend. It's comforting, salty, and heady against your tongue. You moan around him, sucking the taste clean from his fingers. He fingers slip out tongue replacing them, as he tips your chin up to meet his lips deeper, tongue kneading yours as he memorizes you. Inside and out.

“You know,” You murmur into his mouth as his mouth strays from yours coasting to mouth down your jaw. “I have a camcorder somewhere in my closet.” He freezes lips parted and eyes wide.

“Yeah? You don’t want to finish the movie? I was just starting to enjoy it.” You pout your lips, while he picks up all of the clothes from various places you threw them.

“Yeah... We could or..?”

“Or?”

“If you wanted we could make are own video?” Steve doesn’t even dictate your question with a response only hoisting you over his shoulder and burying you in the mattress for the rest of the night. 

Masterlist

[steviesbicrisis]

Give me another month and I think I will be able to gaslight myself into believing that Stranger Things is actually a 20 min comedy focused on queer relationships.

I just need to read a couple more fanfics.

trust me.

[xxbottlecapx]

"I'm in love with Steve. Of all people, it had to be Steve Harrington? " Eddie sobbed into Robin's rainbow handkerchief. He was sitting criss cross on the floor of family video. It was Steve's day off. So of course Robin couldn't get any alone time.

"Hey, I know he's like the preppiest person we know," Robin sighed as she stacked some tapes out of order, messing with Steve's System. "But he's really nice now!"

"I know!" Eddie cried louder. A woman with large heels walked into the store, saw him, and quickly turned back around. Eddie didnt even notice, flailing his arms. "But my stupid ass had to go and fall in love with someone named Steve? Steve? I might as well name my son Chad, I can't believe this-"

[lordgroose]

this is the most accidentally midwestern shit i've seen all year

[callmeloverr]

SO I’m watching Blockbuster on a Netflix and heard one of the characters say ‘remember when that goth kid with all the rings got his hand caught in the return box?’

Can we-

Can we just imagine Steve finding Eddie stuck this way at family video?????

If I had a SCRAP of talent i’d draw this 😩

[cheeseyberg]

Part 4 of this post

Part 4 of this post

He has to act quick; Eddie is climbing out of his van and Steve has maybe 30 seconds to come up with a strategy to let Eddie know he's interested in him. If Eddie and Robin can plot and scheme behind his back then so can he, and if he can mess with Eddie a little bit to make up for the plotting and the scheming then all the better. He would like to be the one making Eddie stammer and stutter and blush for once, and now he has the advantage thanks to Max.

"Stevie! Fancy meting you here," Eddie shouted as he walked into Family Video. "Max asked me to drop her off to return some videos, and since I'm so generous and caring, I couldn't say no."

Steve shot out a hand to cover Max's mouth just as she was opening it to refute Eddie's claim that she was the one who asked for the ride or that they were her movies, "I wouldn't expect anything less from you Eds. Since you're so generous and caring I'm a little disappointed you didn't bring me a coffee. We could have had coffee together while Max picks out her next rentals." He looks down at Max, raising his eyebrows and hoping she can read in his face that he's offering them in exchange for her cooperation.

"You want to have coffee with me?" Eddie asks nervously.

"I'd love to have coffee with you! What day were you thinking? I'm working tomorrow afternoon so we can maybe meet for breakfast at the diner tomorrow morning." Steve can feel Max trying not to laugh under his hand and he drops it to shove her into the nearest aisle. "Go pick your movies, Max."

"Wha... I ... Wait, what is happening?" Eddie stammers as he watches Max wander away.

"You asked me if I wanted to have coffee with you and I agreed. What do you think is happening?"

"I think I'm losing it," Eddie mutters. "Um, okay yea, I'm free tomorrow morning. We can get breakfast at the diner. Did you mean, like everyone? Is this a group breakfast?"

"Not really interested in a group hangout for this, Eds." Steve starts piling movies from the return bin on the counter.

"For what?"

"For breakfast, keep up Eddie. You seriously should have brought some coffee. Not that I'm not loving the adorable head tilt you do when you're confused."

Steve can see Eddie's ear blushing bright red as he mouths "adorable?" to himself.

"Steve do you only have one copy of the new Nightmare on Elm Street; I don't see it on the shelf?" Max is standing on her toes to peek over the horror rack at Steve. No, not at Steve! She's looking at the pile of returns he's sorting and sitting right on top is the movie in question. Steve decides Max has just cemented her spot as favorite child for life. Steve glances at Eddie, who is watching them but hasn't looked down at the movies on the counter yet.

"Max, it's sitting right here on the top of my return pile. Didn't you just return this, why are you asking for it again? And who even let you rent this, you're not old enough to check out R rated movies?" Steve looks back at Eddie, putting his hands on his hips and giving his best 'can you believe this kid?' face, and catches the tail end of his frantic head shaking and can it hand motions that he's giving Max.

"Oh, that wasn't mine, that was Eddie's rental." Max supplies helpfully.

Eddie is fully red now, not just his ears. He's also looking at Max like he wants her to explode. "Just that one! I had to return that one and since Max asked me to drive her over here anyway, I just thought it would be the good time to return mine too. Like efficient. I'm very efficient, and um… eco-friendly. Why make two trips you know?" Eddie's voice gets higher and higher as he rambles.

"That's true, when I think of Eddie Munson, I think eco-friendly. Eddie "Efficiency" Munson, eco-warrior." Steve teases.

"Anyway, about breakfast tomorrow, is this like a trivia team captains meeting? Like a strategy session on how to keep the gremlins from getting out of hand, because I'm worried about Erica and Dustin taking it too far if I'm being honest."

"We can talk about whatever you want to talk about Eds, I'm sure it will come up." Steve is back to sorting his returns by genre and keeps his eyes on the pile, affecting an air on nonchalance.

"I'm ready," Max announces as she slides her video across the counter towards Steve. "It's my free one right Steve?"

"Of course, it is, actually I think they're free for you all week." Steve winks and slides it back over.

"Come on Captain Planet, I've got things to do. Take me home." Max shouts over her shoulder at Eddie as she heads towards the door.

"What, don't call me that!" Eddie cringes and turns to follow Max out. "See you tomorrow morning Stevie, 9:30 okay?"

"9:30 is perfect, it's a date." Steve turns back to the computer to finish waiving Max's rental charge and smiles to himself when he hears Eddie's sputter and Max's cackle as she pulls him out the door.

Part 5

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[theladycarpathia]

“This is invite only, Hargrove,” Robin says, firmly planting her feet in the middle of the door. The general appearance of Family Video is putting out signals that they are shut up for business. The blinds are closed, the lights are off and the sign on the front door clearly states ‘Closed for Private event.’ Keith was finally cool enough to let them use the back room of Family Video for a movie night, providing that he could come and Robin introduced him to the girls from Band. Whether any of them will be interested is another matter.

“I’m aware,” Billy says, chewing lazily on a piece of gum. Christ, he’s not even closing his mouth as he chews. Fuck knows why half the girls at school found him attractive - they’ve clearly not seen the white glob of gum being mashed between his teeth. “I was invited.”

“Oh yeah?” Robin challenges, because to her knowledge you had to be invited by either Keith, Steve or herself. They’d kept the list relatively small - Vickie, Lucy and Anna from school, Nancy and Jonathan, Eddie and Chrissy, Heather, Barb, and a few others from their collective high school years. She’d seen the list. She’d written the list. No way was Billy Hargrove on it. “By who?”

Billy’s shit-eating grin widens.

“By Harrington, of course,” he purrs, as though she’s one of those moms that used to lounge by the pool or book his lessons at the club. She can’t quite picture Billy teaching people tennis, not anymore than she could picture him teaching kids to swim. But apparently the white shorts have the same effect as the little red lifeguarding ones on the housewives of Hawkins. Gross.

Then his words register and she gawps at him.

“I really don’t fucking think so,” she says bluntly, because she’s heard enough about Billy and Steve. The Halloween party, the car race that ended up with both of them in jail, the scuffle at the basketball game, despite them both being on the same team. The two have a long and complicated history, and Robin knows this because she’s worked with Steve at various jobs for the last year and a half. Which means all she’s heard is bitching about Billy Hargrove for the last year and a half.

She’d heard enough even before she and Steve were friends. The dethroned King and the new kid on the block, having it out in a fight that ended with both of them bloodied and unconscious. Even she’d heard the whispers and discounted almost all of them immediately. It was a fight over Wheeler. No, it was a fight over another girl. No, it was definitely over Wheeler, because they were at the Byers place. Jonathan actually defeated both of them, leaving them passed out on his living room floor. There was so much shit and Robin had pegged all of it as untrue. 

She knew enough of King Steve, the hair, the mouth, the legend. She’d vaguely seen Billy in the halls and at games. It wasn’t until he hung over her counter, a challenge in his eyes, that she’d realized some of the truth behind that fight. Realized a few things about Billy Hargrove that most of the kids at school wouldn’t. 

She’s not sure Steve knows.

She thinks that Billy knows about her.

“I was invited,” he insists, casually leaning on the door-frame. He still dresses like a whore, Robin is amused to note. He’s wearing a shirt, if you can call revealing both tits and a hint of belly button ‘wearing.’ He’s wearing a pair of jeans so tight that they could be painted on, which is no improvement from the obscenely white shorts he wears at the club. Where teenage girls and suburban moms flock to in droves, just to adjust their tennis whites and hope to catch his eye.

Robin really wishes she could tell them that they’re barking up the wrong tree. She’s had Billy pegged since the day they opened Scoops and he turned up in a tank top and jeans, just to lounge in a booth with his cantankerous sister for half an hour. She didn’t even seem to want to be there, which had made Robin think.  

He pulls out a cigarette and a lighter, even though he still has gum in his mouth. She sincerely hopes that he’s not the kind of person who just drops his old gum onto the sidewalk. But to her relief, he sticks it into the wrapper and stashes it in his pocket, cigarette dangling from his bottom lip. “Old Stevie and I are good pals now, haven't you heard?”

“No,” Robin retorts. Steve is her best friend, a fact that still baffles and delights her. Pitching up at Scoops last summer to find that the king of Hawkins High was her coworker hadn’t exactly filled her with joy. 

But as it turns out, Steve is pretty cool. And they don’t keep secrets, which is why Robin is so sure that she would have heard about this little development. 

Alright, so she’s kept Billy’s rather obvious crush secret, but that’s not hers to tell. 

“Well, we are,” he says, shortly, exhaling a stream of smoke. His cool blue eyes flash briefly, a little of that hot temper making a reappearance. Robin smothers a grin. 

“So,” she says casually, making sure she takes up as much space in the doorway as possible. It’s fucking freezing, because it’s November but she’s not about to miss the opportunity to mock him. “If I go and get old Stevie…he’ll totally say that he invited you because you’re such ‘good buds’. Did I get that right?” She watches his jaw clench, a familiar enough motion. Billy Hargrove is all coiled heat, an explosion just waiting for the right spark. 

“That’s what I said,” he says, stubbing out his now smouldering, barely used, cigarette on the side of the building - thank fuck Keith isn’t out here to see this - and flicks it away. “Now can you go and get him before we both freeze our tits off out here?” 

“Hey!” Steve appears behind Robin, bright in his favorite yellow sweater. He spots Billy in the doorway and fucking beams. Robin moves from feeling like she’s missed a step to feeling as though she’s just tumbled down the entire fucking staircase.

“Hey, Bambi,” Billy says easily, and nudges Robin out of the way, slipping inside the warmth of Family Video. He just…softens the moment he sees Steve, all of his previous aggression seeping away. Robin stares. 

She doesn’t get it personally. Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is just like any other guy. Nice enough hair, big dark eyes, pouty mouth. He’s not bad to look at. But she never got why it sent all the girls at school into raptures when he walked by, and she really doesn’t get it now.

“You made it!” Steve says, tugging awkwardly on a strand of hair that’s fallen in front of his eyes. “I didn’t think you were going to come.”

“Nearly didn’t,” Billy comments, flicking a disdainful glance at Robin. “I didn’t know your bouncer was going to be so effective.” Steve has the decency to look sheepish.

“I forgot to add your name to the list,” he mumbles, and Robin can smell the lie on him a mile off. He didn’t add Billy to the list on purpose, knowing full well he’d have to explain why he was inviting an asshole to their movie night. “Go in, I just have to…speak to Robin.”

Robin closes the door on the cold Indiana air and folds her arms across her chest. Steve waits until Billy has vanished behind the Employees Only red curtain.

“What the fuck, Harrington?” Robin demands, feeling unsettled and embarrassed. She hates that Billy has managed to show her up, but the core of her hurt lies in that Steve didn’t tell her. Actually willingly kept something from her. They’ve never done that, not since that night at Carol’s party where they both got totally wasted on some kind of punch and she told him about Tammy Thompson. Sharing secrets and a toilet bowl is what made them best friends. 

“I’m sorry!” Steve pleads, an upset flush to his neck. “It was a last minute thing and I thought you wouldn’t approve. I mean, it’s Billy.”

“Well, yeah,” Robin says, flicking the lock on the door. Short of any more surprise visitors, everyone is here. They probably don’t have long before Keith demands they start the first film. “But I thought we hated Billy. You hate Billy. All I’ve heard for nearly two years is that he’s an asshole with stupid hair and stupid tight jeans and…” She trails off. Now that she’s said it all aloud she can hear herself. Can hear how Steve’s words sound, how familiar they are because she’s said things like that herself. How Becky Orchard thought she was all that in her training bra. That Beth Larsen’s new red lipstick was too bright and Robin couldn’t stop staring at it. That Tammy Thompson’s stupid perfume made her gag. 

Oh yes. Robin’s said things like that before. 

“Steve,” Robin says, slowly. “Do you have something that you want to tell me?”

Steve promptly looks terrified.

“It was dumb,” he mutters, eyes flicking down to the floor. “I don’t really…”

But what he means to say is lost as Keith barrels back through the curtains to demand that they start the film now because people have curfews (Keith has a curfew) and it’s inconsiderate to not start promptly (Keith is terrified of his mother) and who the fuck invited Billy Hargrove (and whoever did so is fired, because Keith is also terrified of Billy.)

“Coming,” Robin calls merrily and then digs her fingers into Steve’s arm so he can’t run away.

“I will let this go for tonight but you are taking me home after shift tomorrow and buying pizza and telling me exactly what the hell is going on.” Steve nods mutely and flees the moment she lets go. How much of an answer she’ll get out of him tomorrow is debatable, which is fucking wild given that she’s heard every gory detail of his love live, from Heidi, to Janine to Daisy.

Robin doesn’t follow him in just yet, needing a minute to tip her head back against the door and take a deep breath. Holy shit. 

She’ll have to go in soon and endure yet another rewatch of Fast Times, and Keith’s awkward conversations with her friends and as she’s not sure how far along Steve and Billy are, there’s a chance they’ll sneak off to the closest to make out which really ruins her plans with Vickie. They only have the one supply closet. 

Man, Steve really can’t give her shit over Tammy Thompson now.

Cheered by the thought, she slips into the back just as the opening credits roll up, and slides into her seat next to Vickie. But she doesn’t look at the movie right away, instead watching the barely visible space in between Billy and Steve and wonders how she didn’t see it before. 

[joekeerysguitar]

a million little things

authors note: hi guys!! here’s a short little story for all you family video steve lovers like me! i’m currently working on a longer ff which will be out soon! for now, enjoy!! -nina :)

overview: over the past few months, steve has grown to have a crush on you and cannot help but to observe and admire every little detail about you. he’s gotten to the point where he mentally knows a million little things about you…and cannot wait to learn more.

Steve Harrington fanfic, fem reader, steve x reader, fluff, simp behavior, best friend to lovers, angst

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Steve cannot help but to admire you.

He can read you like a book, cover to cover.

Just the past few months he knows how to read your face and expressions. He jot to memory the certain features that move to every single reaction. He admires how your personality and attentiveness changes for every customer.

At this point, he probably knows more about you then you know about yourself.

Steve has had a crush on you since you started working at Family Video about three months ago. The minute Keith told Robin and him that there would be another employee starting on Monday he wasn’t too thrilled. But the minute you walked in that Monday with your blonde hair glowing from the rising sun and your blue eyes glimmering like gentle waves in the ocean he wasn’t so mad anymore.

Heck, he was in love.

Quickly, Robin, Steve, and you grew close and now you three were inseparable.

And Steve loves it. He loves spending every single day with his two best friends…

Well his best friend and his best friend with benefits.

Now you stand 20 feet away from him placing movie tapes on the empty shelves. He watches as you scan your eyes over the title and back at the shelf finding the correct letter for the alphabet. He notices your tongue poke out a bit in concentration as your eyes continued to scan the shelf. Once you find the correct spot, your eyes light up and you smile cheerfully while placing the film in its correct spot. Watching you being proud of yourself awakes butterflies in Steve making his heart flutter.

As he watches you he slowly dazes out filling his mind with memories of you and completely forgetting the task he was trying to complete.

All he could think of was you…

He remembers the first time he met you. You had the biggest smile on your face. One of those cheeky genuine grins that just warms the heart. And boy, it sure did warm him up. He adores your smile, even the small ones. He finds every single one very beautiful. He especially loves the smiles that reveal your dimples. It’s just too cute, you’re too cute!

He also remembers the first time he made you laugh. A real true stomach aching, tear forming laugh.

It was a very quiet day at Family Video, barely any customers and full of boredom. The three of you decided to build a tower with the movie tapes on the counter. Each one of you took turns placing a random movie on the top of the stack. Steve remembers the same concentration face like before as you placed the movie on the top and smiled after the tower did not wiggle. As the tower grew taller and less stable, it was more difficult to place the movies. As you reached up to place a movie you accidentally bumped the tower and it collapsed on Steve smacking him in the face. You and Robin tumbled over in laughter as Steve cursed and rubbed his nose being all mad and upset. As Steve watched you two practically cry over him being smacked by movies he couldn’t help but to laugh and smile at your laugh. Your laugh was just so genuine and cute. Full of heart warming giggles and occasional sharp breathes for air. You threw your head back and scrunched your nose.

Steve thought it was the prettiest sound he has ever heard.

“Sor.. S..Sorry” You said laughing in between every word holding your stomach.

Steve wasn’t so mad anymore.

Steve could definitely tell when you were having a bad day too. Your demeanor was very quiet and kept to yourself. You didn’t laugh or talk much, just did what you had to do. Because of this, everyone felt glum. There was no energy in the store. Everyone felt affected from this.

Especially Steve..

Steve hates when you feel like this.

He’s a sole believer that doing good things for someone in bad times always helps. So by that he will try everything and anything in his power to make you happy.

One time, he bought you your favorite drink and snack. Another time, he let you pick your favorite movie to play on the TV in the store.

He constantly tries to crack jokes and try to earn even a small smile or laugh. He sees it as a reward. Warms his heart up and makes him feel happy.

Steves especially good at reading facial expressions and eyes. He recalls the time he saved you from this man trying to ask you out while you checked him out at the register.

Stocking the shelves he listened to the conversation as you the rental card from the man.

“You’re pretty cute, wanna go out sometime?” The guy asked not breaking eye contact with you.

You stammered trying to ignore the question. Your eyes showed an uncomfortable look and you fiddled with your fingers wanting to disappear.

“Hello? Lady? I asked you a question.” He said getting more angry.

“Your return date is next Saturday.” You reply trying to stay polite but your voice is shaky and uncomfortable.

Steve had enough, building up the courage he walked over to him and says “What the hell man? That’s my girlfriend, back off.”

You looked up at Steve growing a smile feeling relieved inside.

He saved you.

And you loved him even more now.

The man walked out of the store as Steve turned to look at you with those dazzling eyes.

You just smiled back with the most genuine smile that he has ever seen.

Walking over to him you just envelope him in a hug. “Thank you!” You mutter into his chest wrapping your arms around him like a koala on a tree.

He was never ever happier then. You had the best hugs of all time. He just hugged you back and whispered “You’re welcome Y/N!” His heart fluttered like it contained a thousand butterflies.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Steve.. STEVE.” Robin said tapping him on the arm repeatedly.

Snapping out of his trance he goes “Shit.. Sorry.” He runs his hands down his face in embarrassment.

Robin already knows about his feelings for you. He only talks about it everytime the two of them hang out. He constantly asks Robin for advice or just vents to her.

“Just say something to her.” Robin says taking the movie from his hand and placing it in her cart.

Say what?

Steve was afraid to make a fool of himself.

“Like what?” Steve whispered trying to keep you from hearing as he watched you say focused on the movie in your hand as your face was concentrated and relaxed.

“Ask her out on a date. It’s simple.” Robin says rolling her eyes. “Go get em tiger.” She says pushing him over to you.

Cursing under his breath at Robin, he walks over to you diverting your attention. You look up at him with your bright blue eyes. His stomach twists in knots.

“Hi!” You say greeting him. “Do you need anything?”

You were a little too cute. Steve stammered on his words. “I was.. I was wondering.. if.. you.. you wanna go out.. on a date with me?”

Steve never thought those 12 words would come out of his mouth, especially to the girl of his dreams.

Your heart beats faster, you wanted to hear those words since the day you met him. Trying to keep your excitement from bubbling over you reply “Yes I would love that, Harrington.” You couldn’t contain your smile and neither could he.

Your eyes glimmered with a excited and surprised look. Your smile was brighter than the entire galaxy. You were the happiest girl in the entire world! Steve has never seen you this happy ever.

Did Steve just ask out his best friend? His crush? His soulmate? His forever?

Yes. Yes he did.

And did you say yes?

Yes you did.

Mentally, Steve checks off another box.

Number One Million and One: Y/N likes me back.

[shybunnie20]

Late Fee on Love - Oct. 27

Eddie Munson x Alt!Fem!Reader

Eddie seeks Steve's assistance in wooing you, but his plan takes an unexpected turn.

★Late Fee on Love ★My Masterlist

[abisbookshelf]

family video steve is my favourite steve <3

[acidicbarkbeast]

it's not in his contract to enjoy coming to work

[steviesbicrisis]

No okay but imagine Eddie going absolutely insane because of Steve and Robin.

He goes to Scoops Ahoy one day, checks out the male worker on a embarrassing sailor outfit, gets a weird look from the other female worker and then gets out with his ice cream, not thinking anything of it.

A while later, he decides to rent a movie and weirdly the duo working behind the counter looks a lot like the ice cream shop one. Eddie just shrugs, winks at the cute guy and takes his movie home.

Then he plans an arcade hang out with his friends a week later, and shit it’s them again. It has to be. The cute guy is checking one of the games while the weird girl is giving coins to a bunch of kids.

How many jobs can you possibly juggle through your day?

Eddie refuses to believe it’s the same people every time, so he stares at them shamelessly during his stay and he can confidently say the blushing face of the guy and the confused and annoyed one of the girl are forever stamped in his head.

So when, two weeks after, he sees them at the new record store in town, he knows it’s them. For sure. But how? why? he wonders as he awkwardly moves between the aisles. He dares to look up and Weird Girl is staring at him with a smirk on her face. Eddie blinks. What the fuck. Are they fucking with him?

He shakes his head as he heads out, who would change jobs constantly just to fuck with a random stranger?

Even tho it seems unlikely, he decides to hit up places where the employees have not changed in the past ten years. Just to be safe.

The plan seems to work, he doesn’t spot the duo anywhere for a few weeks and he almost forgets about the whole thing.

Then a new movie with Harrison Ford comes out and like, he has see it.

As he opens the movie theater door, his eyes fall on two very familiar faces. Too familiar.

Weird girl spots him as well, and she nudges at Cute Boy as she giggles.

Cute Boy smiles at him and opens his mouth as to say something, but Eddie is having none of it.

«That’s it! You won whatever the fuck is this shit -» he throws his arms up as he walks back to the door «I’m out! Fucking hell - If I ever see you working another job I SWEAR TO GOD I-» the rest is cut by the door closing behind him.

——

«I think we traumatized the poor guy.»

«At least now we know he’s not a stalker» Robin Shrugs «it would’ve been weird to have a crush for your stalker, dingus.»

Steve rolls his eyes but his ears are bright red «it’s our fault, we’ve changed jobs too many times.»

«There’s no rule against being fired constantly!»

«If we keep this up, they’ll make one just for us!»

«Oh shush! And listen, I’ve heard they’re hiring at this new store…»

[uglyfish3rman]

Steve x reader working together at a family video shift

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requested by @sadiesinkswife

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[goobersplat]

As a child I loved my local Family Video, here’s a little recreation of the kids free section. The banner is genuine and the VHS tapes are ones I remember renting (expect Goosebumps, I vividly remember staring at it but I was too afraid to rent it 😂)

Goosebumps: Bride of the Living Dummy and An Old Story

Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island

Madeline and the Toy Factory

Alvin and the Chipmunks Meet the Wolfman.

[ruthandrosereimagined]

You loved them at Scoops Ahoy, and you loved them at Family Video, and who knows! Once season five is released, maybe we’ll have three nametags for our platonic soulmates!

Check out these designs and more with your platonic soulmate here!