#i love Steve Harrington

[idkimtiredanddumb]

Steve’s awful stuffy parents who never cared what he did so long as he maintained their image as The Harringtons come home early because something weird and terrible is happening in Hawkins and they should make an appearance and find their son in the living room, COVERED in grime and blood with a bat of nails by his side and a skinny messy haired metalhead boy on his lap SURROUNDED by kids calling him mom 

[navnae]

The party finally got together for a movie night after weeks of putting it off. Everyone thought it was good idea to meet up at Steve’s house because it was in fact the biggest. All kinds of snacks were bought and a few blankets from Steve’s closet was put in the floor as the kids gathered close to the tv. The older teens sat down on the couch and ended up being crammed but overall comfortable. Steve didn’t realize that was last to the seating arrangement and there wasn’t a place for him to sit or there wasn’t a good spot for him to see the movie well. While he was trying to find a place to sit the group noticed that he was just standing near the wall.

“Don’t just stand there, Steve. Sit down and enjoy the movie.” Dustin said waving his hand towards himself. Steve took a step forward observing the floor and the couch and just like he thought there really wasn’t a place for him to sit.

“I guess there really isn’t a place for him to sit.” Lucas also took a look at all the seats that were filled up and the floor was completely packed.

“I’m sure we can squeeze you in somewhere.” Argyle said happily. Jonathan, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie were taking up the couch along with the big buckets of popcorn that were on their laps. Steve pressed his lips together, this entire situation was stupid.

“Guys it’s fine I’ll just stand up.” Steve shrugged. He didn’t think having a seat was that big of a deal.

“There is no way you’re standing up the whole movie. I’m willing to bet money on it.” Robin joked. That caught all of the kids attention immediately.

“I’d like to be apart of the bet!” Mike chimed in while raising his hand. Obviously he was betting against Steve and that didn’t go unnoticed most of the time when Steve is involved with anything. Mike made sure that he knew that.

“All my money is on Steve!” Dustin yelled with excitement. He gave Steve a wide smile showing him that he believed he could win the bet even though Steve wasn’t going to be apart of it.

All the kids were talking about how they were on Robin’s side or on Steve’s side when it came down to the silly bet that’s been created in the last second.

“Alright guys no one is betting on anything because I’m sure Steve can sit down on the couch with us.” Nancy slid over slightly creating a little bit of room for Steve.

“He’s not going to be able to fit in that tiny little spot.” Jonathan said while shaking his head. Nancy frowned slightly realizing that he genuinely wouldn’t fit. Steve ran a hand through his hair, never thought in all his years of living that he would be stressing over a seat during a movie night.

Five minutes past of everyone deciding where Steve was going to sit and how they could make arrangements for him to get comfortable with all of them. He tried to tell them that he was perfectly fine with standing up but his words went in one ear and out the other. It felt like years was being taken off his life when the discussion was finally out to an end, sparking up a new one.

“Why don’t you just sit on my lap?” Eddie was casual when he asked the question. Everyone’s eyes widened as they turned to Eddie then looking at Steve who was still processing the question. The image of him sitting on Eddie’s lap made him blush a little too hard for his liking.

“Well, that is an open spot for you Steve.” Nancy said in between a laugh. The whole room was filled with giggles as Steve’s face turned a light shade of pink. Eddie didn’t make things better by leaning back into the couch and patting his knee with a smirk on his face.

“Looks comfy too.” Max teased. She’s definitely been hanging out with Robin for too long because that was something that had Robin written all over it. Steve rolled his eyes and waved everyone off.

“For the love of god I’m fine with standing up. Can we just get to the movie already.” Steve blurted out. Felt his entire body getting hit from everyone looking at him especially the way Eddie was looking at him, Steve couldn’t describe the way Eddie’s features changed in that moment. All of it was overwhelming.

“Steve are you okay?” Will asked worriedly. Now everyone was observing like he was under a magnifying glass.

“His face is really pink… max told me that meant-“ El was interrupted instantly by Steve grabbing the remote from off the table and fumbling with it as he tried to press the start button.

“Hey! Would you look at that, everybody let’s focus on the movie. That sounds like a good idea.” Steve started the movie before anyone could say anything else and all of their attention was focused on the tv screen. Steve silently thanked his that the conversation had finally come to an end.

Thirty minutes into the movie the kids were already drifting off to sleep and the older teens weren’t that far from it themselves. The movie had another hour to go but realistically no one was going to be up to watch it. In reality Steve and Eddie were the only ones up keeping their eyes on the tv and they were actually interested in the storyline. Steve made quick glances towards Eddie when he started to feel himself getting sleepy and he started leaning back against the wall with his arms folded. Eddie laughed to himself as he watched Steve desperately trying not fall asleep while standing up.

“You’re so stubborn.” Eddie said getting Steve’s attention from across the room.

“What?” Steve couldn’t focus on what Eddie was talking about because sleepiness was starting to take over him.

“You rather stand against a wall fighting sleep instead of sitting on my lap. Which I would argue is comfortable or at least I think it is.” Eddie made a confused face and that made Steve laugh lightly at how silly he was. He hated to admit but Eddie being apart of their friend group added something extra he never knew he needed. “Did I just make the king laugh? Oh what an honor it is to be in this position.”

“Is it really that shocking that I have a sense of humor?” Steve asked, now he was fully awake and he wasn’t leaning against the wall anymore.

“Kind of, my offer still stands if you change your mind. I’ll be here all night and I’m not going anywhere.” Eddie left the offer in the air just in case Steve wanted to sit down after standing up for almost an hour.

Eddie closed his eyes slowly and prepared himself to go into a deep sleep. He’s woken up by the feeling of something heavy weighing on his legs and the feeling of it pressing against his chest. He opened up his eyes to see Steve’s head laying back on his shoulder, Eddie could see Steve’s eyes fluttering closed when he made himself comfortable on his lap. Eddie smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pulling him closer. Surprisingly Steve didn’t protest against it he just leaned into Eddie’s embrace. Eddie nuzzled his nose against Steve’s shirt then proceeded to close his eyes while snuggling up to Steve. Both of them fell asleep in each other’s arms letting the movie become background noise to them, neither of them knew what that they liked this feeling of comfort from one another. This was something that both of them needed and hopefully this wouldn’t be the last time.

[icksam]

more doodles! possibly another implied rockstar eddie drawing w steve harrington acknowledging the masses (masses being, uh, paparazzi?) bc idk how to draw major-serious-healed-up scars! (yet.?)

so. weooowowowoo

and, of course, other doodles im proud of

[ih3artcry1ng]

the way steve would definitely be rudely sweet.

like, yes. he's super in love with you. but that doesn't mean he's nice with everyone else.

because even though he's over his king steve reign, that doesnt mean he doesn't still have some tendencies that he used to.

for example, even though it's more than TWO years after graduation, and he's had a steady job at family video after scoops, people still come in, looking for a movie to watch, when they're greeted by steve, and 100% flabbergasted when they see that their prior king is now working, doing a service for others.

and yes, steve tries to be nice. he tries to have the stupid small talk with the idiots who don't know how to just keep to themselves.

but when tommy comes into the store, carol still glued to his side, he can't help the twitch in his eye as he has to greet them (as politely as he can) as they ramble on about "holy shit man, you're totally washed up and working with nerds!??!"

and yes, robin gets on his nerves.

but he's the only one who gets to call any of his friends nerds.

but then you're walking in, take out bag in hand, smiling like theres nothing wrong in the world, and his irritation fades.

even when tommy says "you still into that chic?" he doesn't mind the fact that he's still here, still standing in the front as carol mindlessly strolls the isles for a movie that they will, no doubt, ignore 5 minutes in.

no, in fact, he's not irritated with that. he's irritated with the fact that he called you a chic, when you are so much more than just some chic.

"actually, yeah, i am. and she's not just some chic, ass face, she's my girlfriend. now would you mind picking out a fucking movie so i can go on break?"

you stand there, oblivious as to exactly why tommy and carol were there, but you brush past him, meeting steve over the counter as he pulls you into a deep, love filled, not trying to show off at all, kiss.

so yeah. when tommy scoffs and calls carol back to his side, steve smiles heavily into the kiss. as they walk out, you quickly break apart, yelling a drippingly sarcastic "have a lovely day" to them.

[hcrsons]

s3 steve i miss you everyday

especially your smile

[f4eism]

Can u do a Steve x Henderson! Reader where maybe she’s getting bullied at school (he’s graduated) and is feeling really sad, and insecure feeling like she doesn’t Deserve Steve. He comforts her, and then while they’re cuddling Dustin walks in and doesn’t know they’re dating? Just fluff and some hurt/comfort

Ty!! <33

you're so welcome! ty for requesting, my writing isn't the best but i enjoyed writing for you!! :3

steve harrington x fem!henderson! reader

you spent most of your school days in the library where you could think, or rather— for some peace and quiet. you rarely spoke and inserted yourself into things, but people still found a way to pick on you and tease you in the most embarrassing ways possible. if it wasn't some jealous girl bringing up how you managed to pull steve harrington of ALL people in hawkins high, they were talking about your weight or overall apperance. sometimes the words would really get to you, and you were slowly starting to believe them.

others times, you wanted to snap and just yell "maybe steve loves me for me! did you lot ever think about that?!" but you weren't that bold. you never have been.

the table you were currently sitting at had no other people around it except you. the table across from it was full of rude, asshole kids who always happened to pick on you at the worst possible times.

spitballs and crumpled up paper was thrown at your head as you shakily tried to continue reading stephen king's misery. to no avail, the spitballs and paper would not stop coming. you contemplated telling the librarian but deep down you knew she wouldn't do jack shit about it. one of the girls who bullied you relentlessly father was a well renowned lawyer. people knew not to fuck with the bowen family.

you rolled your eyes at the thought and quickly closed your book, grabbing your backpack and purse and speed walking to the doors, out of the library. not before loudly overhearing "she's such a loser. why did steve harrington choose her out of all people?" followed along by a bunch of snickers and giggles. that made you stop dead in your tracks, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as you quickly tried to wipe them away and fan your face before anybody could see or notice. you got yourself together, straighting out your shirt and quickly heading for the nearest exit, not wanting to be at hawkins high a moment longer.

jogging to your car, you slammed the door and rested your head against the steering wheel. starting on the breathing techniques steve taught you, you slowly got your bearings and cranked your car up, pulling out of the hawkins students parking lot.

your first instinct was to go see steve at family video store and that's exactly where you started to head to. michael jackson's 'human nature' played softly in the background and you bobbed your head to the beat of the music. driving and listening to music was freeing to you, it was therapeutic. stopping at a redlight, you thought about steve and how he was doing. maybe he didn't want to see you? that thought always gnawed away at your thoughts, you often times found yourself doubting his love for you. you shook your head and continued driving, pulling into family video a few minutes later.

you stayed in your car for a few minutes before finally saying fuck it and getting out. walking into the store with a lopsided grin on your face, you saw robin rewinding a movie looking as pretty as ever. you skipped up to the register and with an obnoxious singsong voice said "oh robbieeee, robbie my loveee".

robin stopped what she was doing and looked at you, bursting out into a fit of giggles. you started giggling right along with her. robin was like a bestfriend to you, she was there for you when nobody else was, and you and steve were the only people who knew that she liked girls. her secret was safe with the both of you. always.

clutching your stomach, your giggles finally started to cease. starting to look at some movies, you asked "so rob, where's steve? i need to talk to him."

robin pointed over her shoulder and replied "he's in the back, he gets off in like 5 minutes actually. have fun kiddos!". you rolled your eyes at her and giggled, poking her in the side.

making your way to the back your hands started to sweat. you never knew why you got so nervous, you and steve have been dating for a few months now but he still made you as nervous as you were on you guys' first date. walking in, steve opened his arms for a hug and you gladly jumped into them. holding on for dear life.

you mumbled into his shirt "i missed you so fucking much." you started to rub soothing circles up and down his back. steve kissed the top of your head and muttered a sweet "i missed you more". your heart fluttered, god this man was going to be the death of you.

breaking apart from each other you grabbed steve's hand and started to walk to the family video doors, "cmon baby your shift is over. lets go to my place and watch a movie." you felt steve's grip on your hand tighten as you waved goodbye to robin and pushed open the doors, leading steve out.

going to your car, you asked steve if he wanted to drive his car or get in yours. he replied with "yours baby, ill call robin from your house and tell her to take herself home. she can come pick me up tomorrow at my place, yada yada."

you giggled at his antics and let go of his hand moving to get in the drivers seat.

"buckle up baby, im about to turn on metallica and you know how i get when i listen to them." steve laughed at your antics, and good god was that a beautiful sound. you smiled and turned on the metallica master of puppets, driving off to your house.

arriving at your household was almost always funny because mrs.henderson peppered steve in hugs and asked him to be a food tester for her. you loved your mom but boy was she nuts sometimes. laughing at steve and your mom, you headed off to your room kicking off your boots.

you grew impatient of waiting for steve, causing you to yell out "stevee come on im ready to watch the movie! you can pick!"

hearing feet padding to your door, you looked up and saw steve walking towards your bed. sitting down on it. you got up and closed the door, grabbing the tapes on your dresser and handing them to steve. while steve looked through them, steve decided to make small talk. "so how was your day at school y/n/n?".

you huffed and fell out against your bed, resting your foot on his lap. he started to message your ankle. you let out a soft moan and leaned up to kiss him, earning a cute smile from him.

"it was fucking awful. you know the girls at school are still head over heels for the 'fallen king steve' and they hate my guts. they make me feel like shit and sometimes i wonder why did you even pick me out of all girls in the school, especially little miss perfect nancy wheeler." you sat up from your position and looked at steve as tears started to pool in your eyes. "steve do you even really love me?" the tears were flowing freely down your cheeks now and steve reached over to wipe them off of your face. you sniffled.

"y/n thats a crazy question! of course i love you, you mean everything to me. i didnt pick nancy, because i wanted YOU. you'll always be my number one. dont let those shit heads at school have you having second thoughts about me. i love you and i always will, okay?" steve turned around from his position and placed you on his lap, hugging you close. you wiped the rest of your tears and kissed his cheek.

"and i love you too, im sorry stevie but i just get doubts sometimes and i start to believe those assholes. i wont let their bullshit get to me anymore, i promise." you smiled into his shoulder and climbed off of his lap, sniffing your tears up and clapping your hands "so! which movie did you pick babe?"

steve gave you a dopey smile "the shining".

you rolled your eyes and whined "but steveee we watched that so many times! pick something else."

he laughed at your mini tantrum. "aht aht aht, you said i could pick! now cmere so we can cuddle babe."

you walked over to your bed and sat down at the top of it, not before putting in the shining and starting it, you gestured for him to lay beside you.

peppering kisses all over his face, you quietly said "you're lucky i love you pretty boy, im sick of this movie."

steve just laughed and scooted impossibly closer to you.

"yeah yeah whatever y/n/n."

smiling you heard footsteps coming close to your door, shooting up and pushing steve away a little you saw your little brother dustin at the now wide open door with a shocked expression on his face.

"get out dustin! jesus knock next time!" you threw your pillow at him and he dodged it.

"woah steve i didn't know you were basically banging my sister! ew!"

steve laughed as you got up and pushed dustin out of your room, not before hugging him tight and ruffling his curls.

you loved moments like these the most.

you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him. cuddled up just like this.

[peteyprecious616]

Glory Days

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: Steve was an athlete...a mother, fought a couple Demogorgens and worked a lot at family video. Maybe keeping up his "jock" persona and keeping in shape got a little lost along the way.

Word Count: ~1.5k

A/N: First Steve Harrington fic y'all! I love him so much and I thought why not write for him. Also as someone who works out, and a former high school athlete, I thought it would be funny to build upon Steve still bragging about his time as an athlete. Which he did in the show obviously lol.

Warnings: A few curse words and mentions of death but this isn't a sad fic. Very much a fun fluffy fic which im proud of. Both of you are out of high school.

His shirt was practically soaked, his hands kept up and gripped just above the dip of his hips as his chest was gasping for air. “You doubt me? You know I was captain of the swimming and basketball teams in high school, right?” 

It was just a small jog, a few miles from your house to his. You could practically say you were neighbors, if it weren’t for the long, dragging Indiana roads. The fields of corn made your perception almost dizzying as you drove past it each day after work, dropping Steve off. 

“Why did I agree to this again?” you saw him almost hunched over, his knees covered with his sweaty hands. A close mirrored look to how he was a few hours ago, putting the new arriving movies away, struggling to stock them on the bottom shelf. 

—

“God, why are these shelves so low?” Steve grumbled and whined, as he crouched in front of the ring-up counter, his back facing the loud bell-ringing door. He started cleaning up early since he knew Keith, the manager, wouldn’t do it. 

“Aww bad knees already, old man? You’ve only been down there a few minutes.” you leaned over the countertop, his gross overworn vest dragging against the ground, as you saw his hands grasping one of the shelves, keeping his body from falling over, landing on his ass. It was a funny sight to see after a long day.

“You know what, Y/N, why don’t you come down here and help?” His hair practically covered his eyes, his frown still showing as he looked up at you with annoyance. 

“You’re funny, Harrington. All I hear from up here is complaining. Plus you were the one who volunteered.” You smirked at him, knowing even though he hates doing the small grunt work, he always does it out of the kindness of his heart. He's always been a hard worker, and he appreciates how much you do for him. It's the least he could do. 

“Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you go close up so we can get outta here? I'm exhausted.” Steve huffed as he finished packing the last couple of movies into the corner spot on the shelf. He heard your shoes shuffle around, the shared keys jingling as you started locking doors and turning the open sign backward.

“You can’t be too tired. You said you’d work out with me after this, correct?” You prodded from behind him, his mind occupied with breaking down the cardboard boxes, being thrown out before he froze and met your gaze. Your smirk broke through his frowning face, forcing his glare to add an eye roll to the mix. 

“I hate you and your stupidly good memory.” He stood up abruptly, grabbed the keys from your hand, pushing the storefront door open. He dramatically held the cardboard under his arm as his other reached out in front of him, gesturing you towards the opening. You chuckled. He loved the dramatics. 

“We just talked about it not even an hour ago,” you questioned, as he locked up the video store. Running to the dumpster he yelled from down the sidewalk, 

“I was hoping you’d forget.” 

“Sorry Stevie.” You giggled. You leaned on the top of the car, your hands held open as he jogged over, flinging the keys into your hand perfectly.

“Plus you used to be athletic, right?” You asked. And then he just sat there in the passenger seat and glared. A full-blown scowl played on his eyebrows. But his lips sat in a small smirk. 

“Used to be? You doubt me?” Gawking energetically at your question. You were friends with him for years. You went to all his swim meets. But you just laughed as you pulled out of the parking lot with ease. 

“Never. Let's go Stud.” 

—

He thought this would be easier. He ran from horrifying monsters and Demogorgons with a heavy backpack and a bat and he got around just fine. Maybe it was the adrenaline of taking care of the kids, and maybe the thought of death tickled his brain that made his muscles forget that he hadn’t worked out in about a year. 

But this was probably going to be the thing that kills him. And the fact that you're smiling as you jog beside him, that just took him to the grave. 

You were about a mile from his house. A deadly mistake he made when he walked out the door from his house in a light gray Hawkins gym shirt. A terrible mistake. As it was the peak of summer, the sun blazing and the fields now holding enough crops that were tall enough to somewhat block the wind, it was torture. Sweat on every inch of his shirt, now a sickening dark gray, he groaned beside you. 

“Just take it off.” You mentioned that his cloudy gaze met under his fluffy hair that he refused to pull up, even though you offered him one of your scrunchies. But you knew he was pleading to take his shirt off. But he was too much of a gentleman and too proud to show that he was getting hot.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” He panted, hoping you wouldn’t notice the dry words that came from his mouth. He was the picture of health not too long ago, and now he could barely run a few yards without his muscles pulling him down to the ground, crawling towards the nearest spot of shade. 

“It wouldn’t hurt” you winked at him, your legs striding farther than his as you start to pull away from him. 

God, he hated running. But he was too stubborn to lose. His high school glory days still swimming in his bones, clawing their way into the sunlight as he pushed his legs further into the pavement, pounding and grinding his way to the end. Just two miles and it will all be over. 

“I'm so proud of you, Steve. We made it halfway.” You cheered as you stopped at the stop sign, giving yourself and Steve a few minutes of rest. It felt refreshing being able to get outside after being stuffed in the video store for hours every day. It was grueling but when you were with Steve, he made it a lot more memorable. And this was something you were going to remember for years. 

“Don’t remind me.” He said as he finally accepted defeat, his back glued to the grass that lay by the narrow country roads. His chest heaving up and down, as he gazed at you. The sun hovered over your skin, glistening as it shimmered just like your smile. He hated running. He hated running from or for anything anymore as he accepted adulthood, but when you’d ask him to do something, he’d do just about anything for you. 

“You know I ran from and defeated Demogorgons.” He mumbled from the shade. You looked at him with glee. Somewhat confused as to why he referenced D&D as he told you numerous times, “I let the kids play that nerdy game. It’s not for me”. 

“Oh really? How was that?” you asked, as you walked over to lend him a hand. His sweaty hand slipped into yours as he pulled himself up, heaving as he pulled you into a hug, his dark grey shirt pressing up against your skin making you cringe. He laughed as you tried to push him away. 

“Surprisingly easier than this shit. But I'm alive.” His hands reached around your lower back, interlacing his fingers as best he could without them slipping. He smiled down at you. 

“Well, I'm glad you are, Stevie.” You grinned as you looked up at him. You pulled his hair from his face, a little greasy as your fingers ran through it. Pulling a hair tie from your wrist, you try to make it stay up as best you can. He pretended to hate it, but he loved when you took care of him. Driving him to work in the mornings, making him lunch saying “I made too much” and suggesting these “workouts” or spending time with him whenever because you knew his house was just too ghostly for him to stay in it for too long. 

He loved long, hot summer days with you. 

“But you won’t be glad when I smoke your ass back home. Race you.” Your pointer finger lingered on the top of his nose as you poked it lightly, as you giggled. You turned around, gaining a lead already as you heard him yell, “you little shit, wait a minute.” 

His high school glory days were in the past. But spending time with you, he’d treasure forever.

[my--strange--world--sg]

I love how Nancy dresses in wild and outlandish outfits, showing her much more determined and adventurous attitude when she's with Jonathan; while when she's with Steve she's in much more conservative outfits and literally is much more quiet and demure, it's literally the clothes she wears to pretend to be someone she's not when they go into the asylum with Robin.

AND THEY SERIOUSLY TELL ME JANCY ISN'T THE ENDGAME?!

S.G.

[darlingmarie3]

The four stages of Steve Harrington (made by me):

Season one: “I hate you so much. Leave and never return, good bye.”

Season two: “Hmm… you’re ok, I guess. I’m a bit 50/50 rn, but I’m slowly gaining more love for you.”

Season three: “I LOVE YOU, MARRY ME. IF YOU DIE, I WILL BE DYING WITH YOU.”

Season four: “YOU’RE THE FUCKING LOVE OF MY LIFE. IF YOU’RE CLOSE TO DEATH, BITCH I’D SACRIFICE MYSELF SO YOU COULD LIVE.”

[ronweasleysleftnut]

A present for my best friend @biggestsimponhere bc she needs a spirit boost fr <3 ilysm Ellie

Steve Harrington x Female reader smut! fic

You Cleared My Scars

After the fight in the upside down, Steve was covered in scars. He had a couple from the bat, the most prominent of all, but also smaller ones from the vines that trapped him, Nancy, and Robin.

Steve always tried to hide them, he understood that they were battle scars but that didn't mean he wanted to show them off. Y/n however, she loved every inch of him, scars or no scars.

After everything that had happened, Y/n practically moved in with Steve. But despite this, he still was uncomfortable showing his scars to her. And she was okay with it, not wanting to push him too far. But as they sat together one night, his arm draped over her shoulders and her body leaning into his, he finally opened up.

They had been watching a rom-com, some stupid one Y/n couldn't even remember the name of, but Steve seemed to really like it. It was an odd quirk with the boy that Y/n found adorable, his outright love for action movies and his more concealed love for romance and a happy ending.

As the credits rolled on the movie, Steve bent his head down and whispered in Y/n's ear "I love you just the way you are" he says, and Y/n smiles before responding "Thank you babe" she whispers, and Steve continues "I don't want you to ever change" and he squeezes her into him.

She smiles at this and squeezes him back, burrowing her head further into his chest "I don't want you to change either" she says, and he simply squeezes her again in response.

They sit there in silence for a moment before Steve speaks again, this time a glimmer of mischief sparkling in his eye "Hey, y/n" he says, and she tilts her head to look up at him "What?" She asks, and before she can even think, Steve has spoken quickly and moved into action "Bet you can't beat me in a tickle fight!" And he starts to move his hands to the girls sides, where he knows she's weak.

Y/n wiggles around as she feels laughter burst out of her mouth, her stomach already compressing as she loses air. Steve laughs along above her as she tries to move her hands to tickle him back. He holds her down however, and Y/n finally yells uncle.

Steve let's go of the girl, both of them out of breath, but before he can think she's knocked him back on the couch and she's now straddling him, attacking his sides with her fingers as he laughs below her. "Unfair!" He chokes out, and Y/n giggles above him "Alls fair in love and war!" She shouts, and is about to go under Steve's shirt with her hands when he stops her, quickly switching their position so he's back on top of her, now holding her hands above her head.

"Hey!" She says, but Steve isn't tickling her, he's instead just staring into her eyes. Y/n is about to say something more when Steve bends down and stops her with a kiss. She's startled at first, but kisses him back quickly.

Her hands are still above her head, being held together by one of Steve's own, as she continues to kiss the boy. His other hand travels down to her waist until he moves his warm hand under her thin shirt. She melts into his touch, and he finally lets go of her hands, placing his other on the other side of her waist, and she puts one of her own in his hair and the other on his face.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks at y/n, she gives him a small nod and he wastes no time going back in kissing her. She moves her hands from his hair down to the hem of his shirt, and as she starts to pull it up, he stops her just like before.

"Y/n..." he says after pulling away, and she looks into his eyes quizzically. "What is it?" She asks, and he looks away "Steve..." she says, but he doesn't respond. "Steve" she repeats, and places her hand on his chin, moving it so his eyes are back on her own "I meant what I said earlier" she says, "I love every part of you" her words get more breathy at the end as Steve lowers himself back down to kiss her, now allowing the girl to pull his shirt off and reveal his bare chest.

There are 3 prominent scars on his chest, big white gashes. Y/n cautiously moves her hand forward, placing her finger tips lightly on the tissue. He winces at first, but allows her to continue as her fingers trace the white lines.

She looks back into Steve's eyes above her, and without saying anything she kisses him again. She repositions them so she's on top again, and pulls off her shirt as her legs sit on either side of him. His hands rest on her breasts as she lowers herself to his chest, kissing along the edges of each scar slowly.

He allows her to do so, and she takes her time appreciating every single one. Steve had never let her do this before, and she wanted him to know how much she loved him no matter how many scars he had and how brave she thought he was.

When she finished, he grabbed her head in his hands and brought it back up to his face, where he kissed her hard on the lips. Her hands moved down his chest to the elastic band of his pajama pants, where she teased at them for a moment before pulling them down and allowing his hard penis to spring out.

He moved his own hands from her hair down to the shorts she wore, and took them along with her panties down to her ankles

Y/n lowered herself onto him, and slowly took his whole length into her. She rocked back and forth as Steve placed his hands on her breasts, letting out an occasional moan.

She placed her own hands on his stomach, not bothering to avoid the white stripes across his skin. "Fuck I wish I could kiss all your scars away" she muttered, and the boy grunted in assurance as Y/n reached her climax.

She let out a moan as the white liquid escaped her, and Steve switched them over once more so he was on top. He put his hand under her neck, and the other on her waist. She curled her legs up around his waist and he started to thrust into her, going at a steady pace at first but quickening as he reached his climax.

She placed her own hands on his neck and brought his lips down to press against her own as he continued at an ever increasing pace. And as he finally reached his climax, pulling out last minute and allowing the white liquid to gush over her chest, he collapsed into Y/n's embrace.

His head rest in between her breasts, and she placed her hand in his hair. "I love you" she mutters into his hair, and Steve looks up at her before responding "I love you more"

[idkimtiredanddumb]

STEVE THOUGHT ROBIN COULD DRIVE BUT STILL DROVE HER TO SCHOOL I AM NOT TO BE TRUSTED NEAR OPEN WINDOWS

[navnae]

Eddie would totally get this when him and Steve starts settling into their new house together. He thinks he’s so clever and Steve just thinks he’s being silly, deep down it’s one of Steve’s favorite thing and shockingly it smells really good!

Eddie loves his bi boyfriend and everyday he reminds him that he does :)

[steveharringtonsgf69]

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.

[fromthecomfortofhawkins]

everytime i read something about steves hands shaking before kissing eddie, i LOSE it. i am absolutely sobbing on the floor. screaming into my pillow. kicking my feet in the air. 

[sky-neverending]

Steve Harringtons parents can not so kindly piss the fuck off. I’ll adopt him. Idc that he’s a grown man; he’s mine now. I will give him love and affection and cradle him in my hands and let him gush about Eddie to me. And if either of his blood parents lay a fucking hand on him? shits gonna get real messy real quick.

he’s my child now. he told me he was.

[sokka-simp]

Same Scenario, Different Girl

Steve Harrington x fem. reader

A/N: this takes place in October between season 3 and season 4, which I think is October 1985

Also, I haven’t written in like a year, so I’m sorry if it’s absolute shit

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: underage drinking, bad writing

Angst/fluff; happy ending

Steve had been antsy all night, not that anyone noticed as he covered it up with charming smiles and stupid jokes. It was Halloween night, and for the first time in years, Steve had decided to go to a Halloween party—though it was against his free will.

You had been begging him to go so you guys could have couple costumes. You pestered and begged until you got him to agree; he just couldn’t say no to your shining eyes as you suggested different fictional couples that came to mind. Danny and Sandy from ‘Grease,’ Zack and Paula from ‘An Officer and a Gentleman,’ Ariel and Ren from ‘Footloose;’ however, you both—finally—agreed on Han Solo and Princess Leia from ‘A New Hope.’

Now that the party was happening, Steve desperately wished he stuck to his initial “no.” You had both been there for about 45 minutes and he wanted to go home already. His nerves were uncontrollable, remembering this same night years ago.

Bullshit. You’re bullshit. Like we’re in love?

Every memory made it harder for Steve to keep up his unbothered act, his constant—forced—smile wavering every now and again. At the beginning of the party, every time his eyes shone with worry or pain, you would reach over and take his hand, rubbing his knuckles softly. This would make Steve feel worse, knowing you were confused; knowing he hadn’t gone in detail about his relationship with Nancy, and especially not how it ended. But after being there for awhile, you had already had a few drinks and your ability to read and comfort Steve went away along with your soberness.

Each drink you had worried Steve. The overwhelming fear that you would get drunk and reveal your true feelings took over his brain. He hated feeling like this: weak, vulnerable, scared.

Like, it's great. Like, we're in love and we're partying.

After around 3, Steve cut you off, leaving you in the drunken state between tipsy and genuinely drunk. You whined about how you wanted just one more and how he needed to loosen up. He laughed it off, masking his fear of you getting drunk with jokes and concern. Steve was concerned, obviously, you were his girlfriend and he didn’t want you to get too drunk, but his concern wasn’t just around your well-being. You reluctantly succumbed, leaving your empty cup on a table instead of refilling it and latched onto him, pulling him around the party.

“Stevie,” you giggled out, fingers gripping on his arm. “I want another drink.” You said, only 15 minutes later, and tried to lead him to the kitchen, away from the group of people he was talking to.

“No baby.” He said firmly, moving you to stand in front of him, your back to his front so he could lightly hold you in place and continue his conversation.

“Steve, please.” you whine out while trying to shuffle out of his light grip. If you weren’t already semi-drunk it would be easy, but your distorted brain and tired body stopped you from breaking free.

“Y/n, you already had 3. You don’t need more.” Steve said in your ear, bending down to your level. His breath caressed the shell of your ear causing you to shiver, but also pout at him turning you down.

Steve knew one more drink wouldn’t exactly hurt. He was there with you, so he knew you would be safe; and he had only had one or two beers, leaving him sober enough to safely drive. But he couldn’t shake the fear that came with you getting drunk at a party. Especially this party. On this day.

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. You’re bullshit.

When Steve had finally finished talking to the two guys who were on the basketball team with him, he took you by the shoulders and led you to a nearby couch. Pushing you down softly, he jokingly said “stay” causing you to giggle and went off to find a bathroom. He cherished the little sound you had made while searching for a place to relieve himself. He was trying to go fast, in fear that if he took too long you would make your way to the punch bowl and get another drink. He sped walk through the hall, peeking through doors to find the bathroom, cringing as he walked in on people.

When he finally found one and made it back to the couch, he realized you were gone. He turned his head frantically before realizing he must look crazy, and he instead began nonchalantly walking around searching for you. His heart was racing and his mind was screaming, but the only give away to his stress was the soft wiggling of his fingers. He couldn’t go through this again. This felt so familiar. So similar to the last Halloween party he went to.

It's bullshit. You don’t love me? It’s bullshit.

When he finally spotted you he stopped in place. You had definitely drank more. You face was pink, shining with a drunken glow. And you were holding a red solo cup filled with the red liquid from the punch bowl in front of you. You were laughing next to a girl you knew, holding onto her with your free hand. Steve couldn’t tell if it was just you being touchy or for stability, but he was betting on the latter. He could see it: Nancy standing next to the punch bowl going to drink more, him telling her to stop, the drink spilling on her, the bathroom, the end. He didn’t want another end, not when you were the best person to ever come into his life. Above every girl he’s ever been with—Nancy included.

He hands shook more as he slowly made his way to you, fighting the urge to leave. Fighting the urge to go home to avoid the inevitable conversation that was sure to happen; the end of your relationship. He watched as you laughed, your pretty smile filling your face, your eyes closing as you conversed with your friend. He didn’t want to lose you. Didn’t want to have to go a day without getting to see that laugh and smile. And he watched as you turned your head, and your eyes met his. They lit up, your smile somehow growing more—which, honestly, he didn’t think was possible at the moment. The way you acted when you saw him almost dissolved the worries in his head.

“Stevie!” You yelled brightly, letting go of your friend to get to him. It started as a little skip, your excitement at seeing him showing in your walk, but it quickly turned to a stumble as you tripped on your own feet and your drink sloshed out of the cup lightly.

Steve sped up going to help stabilize you. “Hi, y/n. I thought you’d re gonna stop drinking?” He grumbled out, his tone tense, portraying the stress he was feeling—not that you could tell in your drunken state.

“You were gone for so long, baby.” You whine, slurring your words and putting your head into his chest.

Steve wanted to laugh. Your state of whining and despair at his “long” time spent away would usually send him into bright laughter. However, his fear at what could happen next stifled the laugh and only a small smile made way to his face.

“Y/n, you need to stop drinking now, ok. You’ve had too much now.” He gently tried to take the cup, fearing that the same thing that happened to Nancy and her punch would happen to you.

Nance, put it down.

He wanted to stop pulling the cup, but Steve knew at this point you really did need to stop drinking. He kept his grip light, though. You, however, did not. Making a small noise of distaste as you tried to the pull the cup toward you, you tripped back slightly due to your lack of balance; consequently, the drink flew onto you, drenching your Princess Leia costume with red.

What the hell? Nance.

You looked down confused, not immediately comprehending what happened. And then looked up, your eyes distressed at your ruined costume.

“Y/n, I’m so so sorry.” Steve said, his voice slightly choked up, the fear at the current situation taking over. It was getting harder, almost too hard, to keep his true feelings from showing to everyone around him.

You didn’t know how to respond. Your distorted brain couldn’t focus on everything going on, and your eyes felt like welling up as you thought about your ruined couples costume with Steve. You quickly turned away—which was a mistake as you tumbled and almost fell—and made your way to the bathroom. Steve froze, rooted to his spot in fear. It was all happening again. Everything was exactly the same.

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. What the hell? Bullshit. Bullshit. Like we’re in love.

However, he couldn’t bare staying behind while you were in your drunken state. Pushing past his worry, he rushed forward after you, getting to the bathroom door just before you shut it.

“Y/n, that’s not gonna come out.”

That’s not coming off, Nance.

“No, no, I’m gonna get it.” You said sounding stressed.

It’s coming.

“Let’s just go home, ok?” He whispered out, the nostalgia and fear building up.

Come on. Let me just take you home, okay?

“No, Stevie, help me get it out.” You said, turning towards him, eyes slightly teary now.

Steve froze. His brain couldn’t keep up. This was different. You said something entirely different. This wasn’t Nancy. His fast-beating heart was slowing slightly at this realization. You’re not Nancy. You’re not gonna leave like Nancy.

“What?” He said, quietly.

“Baby, please. I don’t wanna ruin our costumes.” You looked so distressed and your eyes were filled with worry. Worry at ruining the night.

“Y/n, it’s ok.” Steve knew it wouldn’t come out, but he moved forward anyways and grabbed a towel from the counter.

He dipped the towel in water, slowly turning to you. Steve still felt apprehensive, worry still taking hold over his thoughts, scared that this could still end. But the worry was slowly going away. He took your shirt, stretching it from your body and dabbing at it with the towel. His eyes slowly rose from the stain to see you already looking at him.

“Thank you, Steve.” Your voice sounded wobbly. “I’m,” you hiccuped, from both the drinks and the little, unshed tears. “sorry I ruined the party. And the costumes.”

“Y/n, baby, you didn’t ruin anything.”

Steve put the towel down, and took your face into his hands. His thumbs caressed you face, soothing you slightly. You leaned into his touch, happy to be close to Steve in your moment of stress—even if your anxiety around the spilled drink was an overreaction caused from everything you drank throughout the night. He smiled at your reaction to his touch, being reassured that everything will be ok.

You sniffled. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Steve said smiling while moving his hands from your face to go grab one of your small, delicate ones dangling at your side. “Let’s go now, ok?”

“Ok, Stevie.” Your voice was content now—your drunkenness causing you to get over it quickly—and your worried eyes were exchanged for a small, dopey smile.

Tightening your grip on his hand, you followed behind as you left the party. Steve thought of the parallel, about how when this happened last time he left alone. And this time, he had you. This time, it was different.

A/N: this is actually so bad 😭