AN: *Bella's depression season* anywayyss hii. So many have followed me on here and kept reading, thank you so much for the support<3

CW: teasing, mentions of smut

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You stumble outside as Vickie honks the car horn, dropping your books on the pavement in front of your house as you do. Robin rolls the window down to yell something clever at you again.

"How did you sleep y/n? Or did you not have any time for that?"

So clever, isn't she? The truth is, you indeed did not have much time to sleep. Last night was a long one.

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"I am serious about you, y/n."

"Well, it did not seem like it, Steve."

Yes, Steve. He called you after a long time of no contact. You sighed as his familiar voice called out to you through the phone. Truthfully you were happy to hear from him.

"I want to talk this out with you. In person." He bravely suggested. You chuckle, walking back and forth in your bedroom.

"Okay."

"Okay?" He confirmed.

You hung up. Steve knows how to get to you, quietly.

Of course you spoke too soon. As 20 minutes later you hear the sound of Steve's sneakers on your garage roof. You tiptoe to the window in a slight panic.

"Steve!" You whisper shout at your stupidly loud.. boyfriend..ex.. ex-boyfriend..friend?

"Shit, sorry." He jumps up and in through your window. He stands there, towering over you. You look up at his deep brown eyes before he pulls you into a hug. Do not cry. Do not cry. You missed Steve's arms around you so much. You do cry, but just a little. His grip around you tightens as you let out an audible sob. He then pulls away to wipe your tears with his thumbs.

"I am so sorry y/n, please don't cry." He whispers. You break the intense mood by laughing. "This is so stupid. I-.. I missed you Steve."

He leaned in to kiss your nose. You felt so complete with Steve. He slid his hand down your forearms to grab your hands, interlocking his fingers with you. His hands were so warm, and big in comparison to yours. He brings your hands up to his lips, kissing your knuckles while maintaining that passionate eye contact.

"I missed you so much y/n."

You blush hard. "Stop it Steve, you're being cheesy!"

"I'm not being cheesy, you're being cheesy." He chuckles before bringing your arms up to his shoulders. He then wraps his own arms around your waist, bringing your body closer to his. You play with his luscious, carefully combed hair. You then walk him closer to the bed and push him down on it. He lays there on his back, watching as you eagerly climb on top of him. He supports his weight on one arm and pulls you closer with the other. He places his hand on your cheek and attacks your lips with his. You allow him to reach down your stomach to the waistline of your jeans, he unbuttons them.

The memory of Billy eating you out at that party comes back to you. The way he looked up at you as his lips devoured your pussy. "Wait." Steve stops in his tracks and brings his hand up, resting it on your hip. He looks at you with concern and with so much love. "We do not have to do anything you don't want to y/n."

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You cuddled with each other until you fell asleep. You woke up to your mom banging on the bedroom door. No Steve in sight, just the scent of his cologne all over your sheets and pillows.

"Shut up, Robin!" You grin, sitting in the backseat of the car. The radio plays Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac.

She rules her life like a bird in flight and who will be her lover?

All your life you've never seen, woman taken by the wind. Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Will you ever win?

Will you ever win?