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SUNNY SIDE UP

a steve harrington x fem!reader

*warnings: probably bad grammar, some provocative language (not a lot tho), mocking language, cussing, and fluff*

summary: you and steve are best friends- always been close and playful. But what happens when you start to feel a little more when he holds you and you fall under his touch?

a/n: this is my first fic, written in order to fulfill my delusional Harrington heart. Apologies if it's a bit rushed but Have fun:) Feedback is appreciated

word count: 2.4k

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He sits so manly yet sloppy at the end of the lounger, with his elbows on his knees, eyes squinting from the fiery Hawkins sun, watching the loud kids jump in and out of his backyard pool. "Hey shitheads! No running around alright?!" He orders them and points at the floor, ensuring that the kids understand their safety. "Don't wanna be babysitting and nursing any of you after this, got it? I have things to do." He looks at you and smiles softly, letting you know that he was still aware of your pancake night later.

"Such a caring man, Harrington" you smile smugly and scrunch your face, pinching his cheek. He rolls his eyes and pinches your cheek back. "And you love it," he says.

You smile at him, your gummy smile showing. The smile that Steve adores. The one that would make him fall to his knees and worship you, admiring your pearly teeth that line up just right, and eyeing you from head to toe, grateful to have someone as beautiful as you under his presence.

"Hey, i think we should get in the pool y'know. I feel like a boiled egg, my back must be sizzling by now" Steve suggests in a whiny voice and makes hissing noises while motioning to his back. You roll your eyes and switch your position in the lounger so that you're now face-down, waiting for your back to begin tanning.

"A couple more minutes, stop being impatient. You agreed to tan with me." You close your eyes and rest your head in your arms. The bright yellow sun hitting every curve of your body. Steve looks at you, mouth slightly open, blinking rapidly against the sight right next to him. "A- alright. I can wait some more" he sighs through his nose as if he was holding his breath. "I got a great view anyway," he mumbles but loud enough for you to hear. You open your eyes and lazily smack his leg. "Shut up before I push you in the pool, I bet you'd love the view then." you say half joking. "What? I was talking about the kids you weirdo" he lies obviously.

You purse your lips holding back a smile, you get up quickly and grab Steve by the arm. "You wanted to go in the pool right Stevie? Lets go then" You say holding back a laugh. "Wait wait wait-" He lost his balance and you pushed him in the cool refreshing pool. You watch him fall and dive to maintain his weight.

You let out the most genuine laugh right then and there, your cheeks were flushed rosy red and your hands in your stomach. Your eyes- once again, squinty and your nose scrunched. The water splashing back at you from Steve's heavy body slamming against the pool. While you're laughing though, Steve gets the idea to take the opportunity since you're not watching, to pull you down with him. But as he rose up to grab you, he stopped, completely distracted by that obnoxious laugh of yours.

To you it was an insecurity, sounding like a dying seal while showing your pink gums and slightly crooked teeth. But to Steve, it was the cure to his aches and the solution to his problems, music to his ears. Sure, you guys were best friends and all but he had a soft spot just for you, he adored you deeply, and your smile was one of his favorite things- you being the first. But sadly, you didn't know that. yet.

Anyways- you yelp and scream high pitched as you feel yourself fall to the water, unaware of what just happened. You close your eyes and try to hold your breath but water gets through your nose first, making you instinctively want to go to the surface. You go up to get air, gasp loudly and cough as you rose your head to the atmosphere. You wipe your eyes with your purposeless already-wet hands. But before you can get a break to get a hold of yourself, Steve grabs you by the waist and pulls you close to him, your back facing him, tackling you and making you giggle like an idiot.

"That's for pushing me in the water Y/L/N." he states. "And for ruining the view." He whispers in your ear, slightly out of breath.

You gasp silently and splash water at him. You turn your head and your eyes widen at how close you are. Both your faces shiny and moist from the pool water, both of you eyeing each other to the soul. His gorgeous honey brown eyes glaze against the sun, pupils dilate as he looks at you back. He licks his lips and looks at yours, you lick your lips and look at his...

"Just kiss already" Dustin pops up right next to you paddling his feet like a dog trying to float. He gives you a look and you glance at him, eyes wide. "Yeah Y/N, we all see it."

You immediately pull away from Steve's grip. "We are not eyeing each other, and most definitely not getting a room unless its to get away from you dickwads." You state, slightly embarrassed, as you and your bestest friend were getting a bit too close for your comfort and the rest of the kids.

"Yeah Dustin. Mind your business too will ya?" Steve slicks his hair back and walks forward since he's tall enough to reach the floor, and reaches to the ladder to get out of the pool.

A few hours later, kids are gone and it is late afternoon. Sun setting down, leaving a trail of dark blue and hues of purple pooling over the sky. You and Steve pick up the towels and goggles left around. You giggle and Steve turns to look at you "Whats in your mind?" he says curiously. "Its just, i dunno- today was a nice day. I haven't laughed like that in so long..." you sigh happily "Plus, surprisingly, I had fun with you" you tease and look at Steve, folding the damp towels on one of the loungers and stacking them. He scoffs, "Of course you had fun- Have you met me? im hilarious, handsome, and obviously know how to have a fun time." He wiggles his eyebrows along with his shoulders, eyes still focused on folding the towels perfectly. You cant help but roll your eyes and smile, you sit back next to him, watching him. "Please, You're the biggest party pooper i've ever met."

It all happened so quick- he grabbed you all of a sudden. Fast movement, swinging your floppy body- once, twice. "Party pooper huh?" He said loudly, offended by your remark. "Wait! Steve-" but before you could finish your sentence he threw you to the cold dark water of his pool.

After rising to the surface and catching your breath for a second, you climb out of the pool, running over to Harrington. Your soaked feet smacking the concrete, the air hitting your legs, making you shudder against the crisp evening breeze. As you approach him, he pauses you, grabbing your arms- stopping you and placing you under his touch. You can feel him breathing just above your nose, chills run down your spine.

"How was that for a party pooper?" He says with a shit eating grin on his face. His eyes hooded, examining your face, moist, running droplets all over your features. Your eyelashes thick from the water- scanning his.

To both of you, being upon one another, held in each other's arms, was a normal thing. Steve's relationship with you had always been somatic- full of warm hugs, cuddles, and lots of playful fighting. But today.. his touch was more fluttering, sportive and tender, making your stomach go into knots.

You've never really looked at Steve in a way that didn't scream platonic with a capital P. He was charming, loving, hilarious, and remarkable, making you admire him as a best-friend. He held the key to your heart and your deepest secrets. You could never imagine yourself holding romantic tenderness for him. As your friendship always remained just that- a friendship.

He always looked out for you. He knew what to do whenever you were upset whether it was tears streaming down your eyes, or a slight shift in your mood, reflecting annoyance or sorrow. He knew your most sensitive issues and feelings, he was gentle and assuring. Always incredibly supportive and a careful listener, paying attention to every little detail about you.

"Steve..." You look at him, eyes glossy and mouth agape. Your gaze shifting from eye to eye.

"Yeah?" he whispers. As if talking loudly would break the tension and closeness of holding you right at the moment.

"Let's go back inside yeah? Im cold and really, really hungry." You look at him with soft doe eyes. "Some pancakes would do nice" you suggest.

He hums, licking his lips. "You're so right. Let's get you a towel." He goes to reach down at the lounger you were sitting in earlier that day, grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your shoulders, keeping his hand on you he rolls the towel down to dry the rest of your arms and thighs. You shiver at his actions, heat rising to your cheeks. He notices this and backs away, "Sorry, too much" he whispers. "Its okay, thank you Steve" you say softly while covering you upper body with the towel.

About an hour and a half later after taking a quick shower and getting dressed in Steve's clothes. You were leaning against his marble counter, ready to make a delicious disaster in his kitchen.

"Do you not know how to read measurements, Harrington?" you tease, holding a bag of flour on top of the metal bowl you were using to make the pancake mix. "How much flour do I need?"

"It says, twenty four t-b-s-p." He reads off the cooking book, forehead wrinkled, brows furrowed, lips slightly puckered in confusion. "Whatever that means," he mumbles to himself and closes the book. "Y/N, i don't understand this cooking shit. Why so many measurements? It looks like my high school statistics textbook! this shouldn't be so complicated. What the fuck is tbsp and why do we need so much Jesus- Y/N remind me why we did this again?" He rants quickly in frustration, running a hand through his hair.

You giggle at his actions. "First off all, stop stressing yourself out. It's not that complicated, but here, you can pour in the ingredients while i read hm?" You hand out the flour and he takes it from you, his facial expression softening. "Oh and it's not tbsp its tablespoons, Steve." You chuckle "And what we need is cups, not the tablespoon measurements because that would take us forever."

"You could've just said that!" He whines, placing the flour on the counter, opening the kitchen cabinets looking for a perfect shaped cup. "This good enough?" he waves the cup around.

"Perfect." you smile widely.

After what seemed like endless test trials and tons of burnt pancakes, you and Steve finally finished a pretty stack. Neatly placed in a plate for both of you to share, with a river of maple syrup and a small flat cube of butter to fulfill your empty stomachs.

"Wanna take the first bite?" You ask Steve. "I'll take the honors" he replies and takes a big bite of the sticky fluffy pancakes. "hmm" chewing loudly, he says "this is so good" with a mouthful of chewed up batter he gives you a satisfied smile.

You giggle and point out the fact that you two made them, it being the reason why they taste so other-worldly. You grab the plate and take a bite of the pancakes to see if they are truly delicious, or Steve is just trying to make you feel good about you guys' efforts in cooking.

Muffling with the food inside your mouth, you quietly moan, getting that feeling when you taste something so delightful it makes your tastebuds dance. Steve's eyes widen, he freezes in his seat, cheeks quick to flush a reddish pink. He gulps loudly and breaks the tension by dryly chuckling. "Good right?" He turns to look at you, pacing his eyesight between your eyes and your lips.

"So yummy Steve" you swallow and wipe your hands, full of maple residue, on Steve's shirt. You decided to not wear a bra due to your comfort around your best friend, but the shirt was no help- slightly outlining your breasts and making them bounce a bit as feedback of your hands wiping, contouring your body silhouette. Harrington couldn't help but stare in awe, you were so enticing.

His stare goes back to your face, following the curves of your round rosy lips. He notices a bit of maple left on the corner of your mouth so he leans closer to you, "you have a little something on your lips." He comes forward, his nose slightly brushes against yours. You let out a soft sigh, nervous to be so close to him once again. You look in his eyes and nod, giving him the consent he needed to continue his actions. His finger traces your lips as he presses and wipes, removing the sugary maple off of you.

Steve can't help but imagine what your captivating lips feel like against his. So he apologizes in his head in advance for what he is about to do.

He grabs your face, caressing and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He observes your features closely, and stares deeply into your eyes, half-open in desire. Noticing how your pupil expands under his touch.

He goes for it. Planting his yearning lips onto yours, a slow loving rhythm as you interconnect upon him. You blossomed like a flower who had been waiting for its sun, entering the glistering spring. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips, full of the softness they borrow from the heart.

He lets go extremely slowly, both your lips unsticking together reluctantly, as if they were molding together with passion before being separated, begging to be pushed back together. You look into Steve's eyes, all full of admiration and lust. Your gaze drops to his lips and you kiss him again, hungrily and desperately wanting more. His full pretty lips were like cushions of dopamine, a necessity to live, so soft and fulfilling.

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