A/N - This chapter was sort of inspired by the song Don't Stop Me Now by Queen. Reader is Eddie's little sister, so is the same age as Steve, and this is set in 1985, just before season 3. I hope you all enjoy it.
"Queen?" Steve murmured, nose wrinkled up at the new piece of information he'd just learnt about you. "They're really your favourite band? That's the sort of stuff dads listen to-"
"Uncle Wayne used to play their tapes in the car when I was little," you interrupted. "And it sort of just stuck. I mean, they've never put out a bad album," you rattled on, looking all too content to defend your choices.
"Yeah, they're a good band, but they're old, Babe-"
"They aren't that old," you told him, shaking your head.
"Freddie Mercury has got to be like 40-"
"38," you corrected, raising an eyebrow at him as if begging him to argue with you. "And age doesn't matter, anyway. They're rockstars. Rockstars don't get old."
Steve chuckled slightly, his head tilted to the side as he smiled at you. "Whatever you say, Babe," he hummed, making your smile come back full force. "Best song. Best Album. Go."
"Best album is A Day At The Races circa 1976. I mean, come on; Somebody to Love, Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, and Tie Your Mother Down all on one album? You just can't get better than that," you told him, looking fit to burst with how excited you were to be sharing your opinions with him. "Best song has got to be Don't Stop Me Now, but that's on their second best album, Jazz, which came out in 1978," you pressed on, hesitating when you caught him grinning in your direction. "Quit laughing at me-"
"I'm not laughing, Baby," he corrected, catching your hand in his and tugging you towards him to kiss you quickly. "I guess if your love of Queen is the worst thing about you, then I hit the jackpot," he teased, snorting with laughter when you rolled your eyes at him. "I can get used to listening to them from time to time," he added.
*Time Skip*
A couple of weeks later, you'd been lounging around the trailer with Steve after school. You'd immediately flumped down on the couch, letting out a heavy sigh. School had always been tough, but senior year was absolutely kicking your ass and you were completely exhausted by the end of the week.
Steve had stopped by your record player, flicking through the collection of albums until he landed on one he knew you'd love.
Your head popped up when the first word of the song started, confused eyes landing on Steve's figure on the other side of the room.
Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time-
"What are you doing?" you hummed out, pushing yourself up on your knees to look at him properly, your head tipped to the side like a curious puppy. He glanced over his shoulder at you, offering you a sweet smile but no answer. "Steve?"
I feel ali-i-i-ive
Steve wandered over a little closer to you, dumping his backpack onto the far end of the sofa, grinning over at you when you watched him carefully.
And the world, I'll turn it inside out, yeah. I'm floating around in ecstasy.
Steve's hand suddenly flew up above him in a dramatic air grab, drawing a shocked bubble of laughter out of you.
So, don't stop me now. Don't stop me, 'cause I'm having a good time. Having a good time.
A fit of giggles fell from your parted lips as he began lip-syncing the song, clinging to a non-existent microphone and bobbing his head as though he was performing to a sea of adoring fans rather than just you.
I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity.
You shuffled forward on your knees until you were at his end of the couch, grinning up at him with your bottom lip trapped firmly between your teeth. You had never seen anything more adorable than the little act he was putting on, using his free hand to push his hair back out of his face.
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva, I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me.
You stifled a giggle when he held his hand out to you, capturing yours the second it was within his reach and continuing to mouth the words as though you were his biggest fan and he was serenading you amongst a bustling crowd.
I'm burning through the sky, yeah, 200 degrees, that's why they call me Mr Farenheit. I'm travelling at the speed of light. I wanna make a supersonic man out of you.
Steve tugged on your hand, pulling you off of the couch and causing you to stumble into his chest, letting him catch you. He started moving to the music, drawing you closer to dance with him. He held the microphone out to you for a moment.
Don't stop me now.
He quickly pulled it back to keep on singing the song, causing another snort of laughter to fall from your lips.
I'm having such a good time; I'm having a ball.
He extended it back to you again, and this time, you understood your cue, singing your line out loud.
"Don't stop me now."
He nodded excitedly, pulling it back again.
If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call.
"Don't stop me now."
'Cause I'm having a good time.
"Don't stop me now."
Yes, I'm having a good time, I don't wanna stop at all, yeah.
Steve released you, jumping up onto the couch with a bright grin.
I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars on a collision course. I am a satellite, I'm out of control.
He continued his little unchoreographed dance routine, bopping around to the song in perfect time and miming the words effortlessly.
I'm a sex machine ready to reload like an atom bomb. About to oh-oh-oh-oh-oh explode.
He jumped off of the couch at the last word, drawing you close again and swaying you to the music as you giggled uncontrollably.
I'm burning through the sky, yeah. 200 degrees that's why they call me Mr Fahrenheit. I'm travelling at the speed of light. I wanna make a supersonic woman of you.
Suddenly, the music dropped out, and you both turned to find Eddie smirking at the two of you, holding the needle off of the disk.
"If you guys are going to start clambering all over the furniture to shitty music, could you at least do it at Steve's house?"
You snorted with laughter, squeezing Steve's hand lightly in yours.
"Sorry Eddie," you chuckled, watching as he rolled his eyes before putting the needle back to the disk, causing the music to burst out at full volume. He ditched the two of you immediately, making a beeline for his bedroom.
The second the door shut behind him, you let out a fit of giggles, pulling Steve close as he blushed, pressing his face into your shoulder.
"That's so embarrassing," he grumbled, letting out a soft sigh when you lifted a hand to smooth down his hair.
"I dunno. I thought it was hot," you told him, chuckling when he pulled back to look at you with a furrowed brow.
"What?"
You nodded your confirmation. "My very own Freddie Mercury singing to me," you told him. "That's hot as hell," you added.
"Yeah?" he hummed, clearly perking up slightly from your comments.
"Totally," you murmured. "Besides, it must've taken you forever to learn all the words; that's adorable."
He hummed a soft agreement. "Took ages. Listened to it over and over again."
"See, you're so cute," you reminded him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as the song played out in the background. "Do you think you can refrain from jumping all over the furniture again, or should we just head over to your place as a precautionary measure?"
He squinted as though he was considering the options for a moment. "Let's go to mine, Baby."
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