Steve Harrington x fem!reader[1.8k] prompt: patching up and raising a hand to kiss
“Babe, you gotta sit still.”
You squirmed, lips twisted into a pout as you tried to shy away from Steve’s hand. The boy sighed, disgruntled to say the least, his other hand coming up to cup the back of your neck.
“Baby."
“Steve,” you replied, with just as much emphasis. You were sulking, perched on the boy’s kitchen counter and feeling far too sorry for yourself. “It stings.”
You weren’t really sure what possessed you to punch Cindy Robertson in the face an hour earlier. Sure, you knew why you did it… you were just surprised you actually did it. Your hand was sore, knuckles swollen, one split and bleeding and you had a nasty scratch running down your right cheek, courtesy of Cindy’s fresh manicure.
You’d never gotten into a fight in your entire life.
“Yeah no shit it stings, Rocky,” Steve told you, coaxing your face back to the cotton ball he was trying to soothe over your cheek. “But you gotta let me clean it.”
The antiseptic nipped and burned and you whined, a little pathetically you were sure, but the small noise seemed to soften something in the boy and he tutted, sighed one more time and rubbed his thumb over your unscathed cheek.
“Baby,” he said again, more gently, less admonishing.
You leaned into his touch, hand wrapped around his wrist and you tried not to look guilty, like a kid who knew they were going to get in trouble.
But Steve moved closer, dropping the blood stained cotton into the sink and tapped at your knee. You obeyed immediately, spreading your thighs so the boy could move into the space between them, his thumb and finger catching your chin.
He was still taller than you, even as you sat on the countertop, your legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to be even closer - maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the words that Cindy had baited you with, but god, you were desperate to feel him.
Robin had called Steve from a pay phone by the mall exit, much to your despair. You’d been too busy cradling your sore hand and scowling at your reflection in the toilet mirror to notice. And when you walked back to meet your friend, Steve was already there, clambering out of his car with a look on his face that couldn’t discern from worry or annoyance.
You really hoped he wasn’t annoyed with you.
“Are you mad at me?” You asked and your voice came out quieter than you would’ve liked.
Steve’s eyes softened, lips parting, the set of his jaw relaxing as he pushed his thumb to your bottom lip. The touch was all fond, the hand on your chin tilting your face so he could take another look at your cheek and then he was pushing his lips to your forehead.
A kiss. Finally.
“M’not mad, baby.” Steve tucked your hair behind your ear, pushed a hand back to your good cheek until it squished softly under his touch. He smiled at the sight, his eyes dripping with affection and concern. “Just not like you to start throwing punches in the mall bathroom.”
He was right, of course. But you shrugged, embarrassment taking form over your cheeks in a warm flush and instead of responding, you let yourself drop into his frame, face pushed to the crook of his neck, your scratched cheek protesting at your carelessness. You let your good hand wind around his waist, fisting at the the cotton of his shirt, greedy as you pushed it out of your way so your palm could smooth over the slope of his back.
Your other hand lay cradled in your lap, bruised, sore and more aware than ever of its own strength.
Steve didn’t push you away, in fact, he dropped his hands to your hips and pulled you closer, chests flush, his lips brushing over the baby hairs on your temple as he spoke. He was careful with his words, voice soft, quiet.
“Why’d you hit Cindy, huh?”
The kitchen was silent except for the drip drip drip of the tap. You shrugged, tired and lazy, body feeling slack now that the rush of adrenaline had worn off and Steve was against you.
You pushed your nose to the collar of his shirt, breathing in mint and cedar and Steve. He patted at your hip, leaned back from your embrace, just enough that he could fit a hand back underneath your chin again, encouraging you to look at him.
“Robin said she was saying stuff to you.”
There it was.
That hot prick of tears at the corners of your eyes, the overwhelming upset at what had transpired in the first place. Water gathered at your lash line and you blinked furiously, willing them away before Steve could see but then he was swiping his thumbs underneath, catching them before they could fall.
“She’s just a bitch,” you mumbled, eyes downcast, your fingers twisting around Steve’s belt loop. “She’s always been a bitch.”
Steve pondered your statement for a second or two before deciding he really couldn’t argue with it. He’d dated the other girl at the beginning of high school, only for a few weeks, a month maybe.
So he hummed instead, hating the way tears were still making your eyes glassy and you winced when you sniffed, the motion making your cheek scrunch up and god, that scratch was nasty.
“What’d she say to you?”
You refused to look at him when you spoke, eyes on the kitchen tiles at Steve’s feet, your fingers still working furiously at anything you could attach yourself too, anything that could be used as a distraction. The belt loops, the hem of Steve’s t-shirt, his fingers when he pulled at yours to stop working yourself up.
“That you’d get bored of me,” you mumbled, voice thick with the emotion you were trying so hard to keep in. “That you’d move onto someone else soon.”
A tear spilled over, past your wet lashes, onto your cheek, stinging at the cut, salt and blood and an overwhelmingly upset.
“No, baby, no,” Steve was hushing you, all soft voice and softer hands, petting over your jaw, the length of your neck, thumb pressed to the spot between your jaw and your ear. “Don’t cry, please.”
You only sniffed more, an ugly lump in your throat, a burning behind your eyes that you hated. You weren’t even that sad, you didn’t really believe the girl and her horrible words, not really. Not anymore, not with the boy between your legs and his hands lovely on your face. But you were still angry.
Angry at Cindy and her pitying stare, her callous words dressed up in a simpering, sticky sweet tone of voice. Angry that for just one second, you thought she could’ve been right. And then you were angry at yourself, for ignoring Robin, pushing away her hand that clasped your wrist in warning.
Punching someone in the face seemed to hurt you just as much as it hurt them, you'd learned. Or maybe you weren’t doing it right. You'd have to ask Nancy. Your knuckles stung when they hit against Cindy’s nose, a white hot burn that ricocheted through your hand and up your arm.
You couldn’t deny that the ugly crunch felt satisfying. Especially after what she’d said to you as she cornered you against the bathroom sinks, cruel remarks bouncing off of the baby blue tiles.
“You said it yourself, sweetheart,” Steve murmured to you, lips at your cheek, the corner of your mouth, pressing to the tip of your nose as he tried to kiss away each tear that rolled down your face. “She was just being a bitch.”
You shrugged, breath catching in your chest before you winced at the throb in your hand, the knuckles cracked and nipping. Steve tsked, taking your palm soft in his and he raised it for a kiss, lips pressed warm to the inside as he tried his hardest to keep his fingers gentle around your own.
But then he was trailing his mouth over your wrist, a whisper of a kiss into the sensitive skin on the inside of your elbow, loving on you until his face was pressed into your neck and his arms were back around your waist.
“You know that it’s not true, right? What she said?”
“I know.” You still sounded sad, petulant almost, feeling too sorry for yourself and the pain in your hand was a throbbing reminder.
“Tell me?” Steve pulled back, squished at your poor cheeks again with finger and thumb, gentle but enough to make your lips push out into a pout. “Lemme hear you say it, hmm? Little slugger.”
“I know it’s not true,” you mumbled, words a little clumsy from his touch but it made the boy go all fond, eyes soft, the lips that fell onto your own even softer.
There was a little heat behind his kiss, one that was a slow build, a simmer that lingered on your lips, that told you exactly how the boy wanted to make you feel better. But then he was pulling back, lashes fluttering, lips glossy and parted.
He sighed again, eyes on your scratch, your sore hand but the sound was much softer than before.
“Can I please clean you up, babe?” Another kiss, a soft push over your lips, your chin, your jaw. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”
You nodded, clinging to him still, eyes still wet but not crying. You watched the boy as he methodically dabbed at your cuts, cleaned up your knuckles and kissed each one better. He kept true to his word, softer than ever with you, letting you melt into him until he was cradling your bad hand between your chests so he could see each cut.
When he was done, he produced a Band-Aid with a flourish, a bright pink thing with dinosaurs on it and you were rolling your eyes when he stuck it over your cheek, lips pushed into a pout that he promptly kissed away.
“Look at you,” he cooed, voice sticky with sweetness and maybe even a little pride. “My little badass.”
The purple and pink dinosaur on your face seemed to suggest otherwise but you flushed anyway, groaning and pushing your face into his solid chest when he laughed.
“I definitely won,” you mumbled.
Steve let out a snort, pressed kiss after kiss into your hair and pulled you off of the counter, groaning dramatically as you kept hold of him. He tucked his arms under your legs, carried you without complaint out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.
“Oh I don’t doubt that, baby. But Christ, no more brawling. Hopper will have to lock you up.”
You huffed out a laugh, tried to look downtrodden and sorry for yourself still, but Steve's hands moved to your ass and patted, eyebrow's raised until you smiled and he kissed you sweet once more before he started to climb the stairs with you.
"Love you, you little delinquent."
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