ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴀɴꜱɪᴏɴ

ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ

It's your anniversary week, after spending your first day with Duff it's time to hang out with Steven. Smut included.

Steven had been more than excited to spend his day with you, he'd dragged you out of Duff's bed at the crack of dawn, much to Duff's annoyance. He'd urged you to wear the comfiest clothes you had, something that sounded perfect to you, it wasn't exactly the warmest time of the year.

Upon entering the kitchen with him, you chuckled to yourself at the thought of Duff seeing the mess Steven had already made, he'd definitely have a freak out. There were photos everywhere, completely covering the table, amongst the two plates of food that he'd definitely had a struggle with making.

You could see an abandoned pan on the counter, the food in it was almost charcoaled.

"Trouble with breakfast?" you giggled as you sat down opposite him, throwing a sideways glance back towards the burnt pan.

"A little, Duff usually does the bacon, so if you get sick, I am claiming no responsibility," he grinned back at you, teasing tone to his voice.

"Got it," you flashed him a bright smile, reaching your hand forward to hold his for a moment, "thank you, Stevie."

"You're welcome, angel."

You tucked into your food, making small moans of delight at the flavours, which only fuelled Steven's happy mood this morning. His eyes were on you most of the time, although, any time you were in the same room they usually were. He counted his blessings every single day, he couldn't believe his luck when you'd first agreed to moving in and making things official, he treasured you more than you could ever understand.

"So, what do you think of the photos?" he asked, trying to shift your attention over to them once you'd put down your cutlery.

"I love them, you look so handsome in every photo," you watched the blush creeping across his cheeks and giggled before picking up one of the pictures, "especially in this one."

It was a photo of you both standing on the porch of your old house, you'd used the self-timer feature in Steven's camera to take it, wide smiles on your faces and a large bunch of flowers in your hands.

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When you'd first began your relationship with the boys, you were still living in your own house and working a part time job in a local restaurant. It was gruelling to go to everyday, it wasn't something you enjoyed doing. As well as the assholes and entitled customers, your supervisor was kind of a dick too, which made it that much harder to relax.

You were always scheduled to work on a Sunday, which happened to be one of the quietest days in the restaurant, so you were usually just waiting around at the bar for time to pass. Your supervisor gave himself weekends off though, so that was a plus.

One rainy morning, the door opened and your head snapped towards it, nobody usually came in before 11am so it took you by surprise. But you were more than happy when you saw who had came in, Steven's soaking wet hair and sunshine smile strolling towards you made your heart skip a beat.

"Hi there," Steven shyly murmured, you hadn't gotten to know each other all that well at this point so he was always a little sheepish around you.

"Hey, gorgeous, what are you doing here?" you took note of his hands which seemed to be held behind his back, your eyebrow raising in question.

"Oh, I...uh, I got these for you," he outstretched his arms, a bouquet of red roses in his hands, which you gratefully took from him and held to your face as you inhaled the sweet scent.