you and steve are best friends. been best friends since the day you were born. you’ve been next door neighbors your whole life. you’re the kind of best friends that make other people think you’re dating. you’re always touching. steve keeps a hold on you, wherever you are he’s there. you do everything together. you don’t keep secrets. occasionally you’ll even kiss. but in a “friendly way” the whole party notices it. but eventually they just gave up trying to understand it. steve and you have sleepovers more often then not. he spoons you when you sleep, and you pretend you don’t feel his hips roll into you. you pretend you don’t feel his touches getting more intimate. his kisses having tounge. his ragged breathing when you sit on his lap. and steve tells himself it’s just friendly. that’s all. that you’re just his beautiful best friend. because steve harrington has a sex drive. an insane one. he is always ready. right here. right now. anywhere. and you’re happy to comply. you and steve will occasionally get more intimate then friends should allow but to you and steve it’s natural. it’s friendly. it’s your dynamic. steve needs a release. you are that release. especially when he sleeps. he’ll sleep talk dirty things in your ear with wandering hands and rolling hips and not remember a single thing in the morning.