SEX, DRUGS & EXISTENTIAL DREAD - STEVE HARRINGTON
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PAIRING: STEVE HARRINGTON X READER.
SUMMARY:
SONG: SEX,DRUGS & EXISTENTIAL DREAD by CHLOE QISHA [SONG LYRICS INCLUDED]
WARNING: DESCRIBING TRAUMA, SEXUAL ACTS, DRUG AND ALCOHOL USE AND VIOLENCE!
WRITERS MOTE:
I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE A PIECE WHERE THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN STEVE
AND THE READER IS MORE COMPLEX THAN IT SEEMS.
PROBS WILL RE-WRITE THIS BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ;)
ENJOY!
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The forecast is rain there's nothing to look forward too.
As crazy as it sounds, it was officially your first boring rainy off day in Hawkins for as long as you could recall.
Boredom was no longer even the right term to describe the state you were in.
Hopper had forbidden the group to take any action for now. It was simply too dangerous. Bummer!
It was exactly what you might have been missing all day now. The way your heart starts beating faster. Your irregular breathing. How your pupils would dilate. Muscles tensing up. Your mouth that became just a little drier. The classics of your fight mode activating.
It stirred something inside you.
My outfit is lame, I could chill with Steve, but he's boring too.
You slid in a pair of sweatpants which you once borrowed from Steve and never gave back and one of your oversized shirts. Your hair in a loose bun.
You were playing with the cord of the fixed line when an idea popped into your head.
STEVE
“Stevie, I need entertainment. I think I am going to die without any stimulus.”
“I know you're going to hate me, but I've taken a shift.”
“Do you prefer that dump over me? Low of you, Steve! You heard the dying part, right?”
“Drama queen.”
“So you’re calling the big boss after this Stevie, I clearly hear that you caught the flu or something.”
“You’re not right in the head. Don't leave me standing at your door. It’s raining cats and dogs.”
I'm selfish, okay? I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do?
You knew he would cave in. Steve was always there for you. And vice versa.
He sensed that you were a bit possessive of him, and he loved it. He just wasn't sure why. A girl like you didn't need him.
He had already nearly sacrificed himself for you a few times, and every time you had resented him for it.
Still, your bond was special. You were grateful for each other. Not many people understand each other in that way.
No label had been attached to it, and that wasn't immediately necessary and bonus points you were both completely fine with it (or so you thought).
The world is on fire, let's order Taco Bell
“The door is open and you know that!”
“They’re going to rob your house someday or worse Sweatheart!”
“We’re already in the middle of a crisis, Stevie.”
“Nothing this can’t fix.”
“Taco Bell, you know that’s my favorite.”
“And I have dessert.”
“Marry me on the spot!”
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“I plundered my father's liquor cabinet. I peed in the most expensive bottle.”
“I hope he gives them to an important client of him as a wedding gift.”
“It's a pity my father is already married to my mother. Otherwise, he might have drunk your pee.”
“You’re wicked.”
“And I haven't had a drop yet.”
Steve opened a bottle and smirked at you.
“Let’s change that.”
You loved the sound of that. You leaned back and Steve carelessly poured some whiskey into your mouth. He followed quickly.
Well come on inside and we can watch the news and get naked [Maybe that might be fun]
“I want to dance.”
“Naked?”
“Kinda.”
“I’ll close my eyes but what if I take a quick peek?”
“I’ll get you drunk enough you’ll forget by tomorrow.”
“Deal.”
“Do you wanna dance naked? I will watch.”
“Only if you watch.”
His eyes had already half-undressed you, and not much later you stood facing each other, stark naked.
No one admitted it here, but you both had thought of this before. It was still new and exiting.
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“Sweetheart, one word: beautiful!”
“Do you remember the kids snowball? We slow-danced.”
“With clothes on, though. But I will never forget that night.”
“Do you want to reminisce?”
Steve pulled you towards him. Very quickly and a bit unexpectedly. You assumed it was the alcohol in his system.
“We didn't really know each other at first. Dustin had introduced us. I still don't understand why he thought we could become friends or something. You were so different. In a very promising way. I couldn't say a bad word about you.”
“How did I live without knowing you, Stevie?” You both giggled. Still sharing one tile.
You saw a hint of admiration in his eyes. It almost made you think he was going to kiss you.
We're all gonna die, so if you got something to say
Then just say it [ah, ah, ah]
“I love-“
“Stevie, please don’t say you love me.”
“I- I was ment to say I love to take this further.”
“I was joking.”
Could Steve hear the disappointment in your voice? Probably not. He was very drunk and he was speaking his truth. He wanted you but wasn't in love with you. It was simply your kind of ‘relationship’ you had, wasn't it?
You were too drunk and coudn’t think straight. Honestly didn’t really care. You wanted Steve as well but he was not the guy to just fall in love with on a Saturday night.
Both of you had loose tongues from the drinks.
“You have my my permission.”
“Get on the bed princess.”
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Sex, drugs and existential dread
I'm talking sex, drugs and existential dread
And when all hope is lost, remember what I said
Sex, drugs and existential dread
This had not happened before. Yet everything felt as if it was meant to be this way.
“That was something different.”
“Never did I -“
“Fuck it, I Steve Harrington who’s sobbering up is stupid for this but so in love with you.” he blurded out
“What again?” You shot straight out of bed.
“Is that thought so frightening for you? I am only human. I don't choose who I fall for. I pushed it away for a very long time because I sense it. You have walls around you, and long enough I thought they couldn't completely break down until tonight.”
““I have Night Terros. It is so vivid. As if he is really here and wants to tell me something. He sees everything, he likes that I’m not quite right in the head. It is very clear: I seek out danger (and I like it) every time it ends the same way, everyone dead.”
“I know.”
“You what now?”
“One night you fell asleep after a long day, It was frightening to see you like that indeed, but it made me understand you (even) more and know where your fears came from. That is why I stopped holding you back. I just made sure to be there just in case you needed me.”
“stevie, your more than I deserve.”
“I don’t care if your going to be the dead of me.”
“I think your still a little drunk.”
“Still know what I stand and love for when drunk.”
You plopped down next to Steve and snuggled against his chest.
“You can just say you love me now.”
“I do.”
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In the morning you woke up (and were much more sober). Yet you still remember the night before.
“You’re okay?” Looked down at you.
“You’re the one with the nose bleed.”
“Really?”
“Sorry for that. I also fight my demons in my sleep.”
“I deserve it. I shouldn't overwhelm you with my stupidity.”
“I’m gradually getting used to that on a daily basis, but this was really something else…”
“Are you that surprised then?”
“No Stevie, I guess love is complicated when your us.”
“Just Kiss me Instead of hitting me in the face next time.”
Sex, drugs and existential dread
I'm talking sex, drugs and existential dread (yeah)
You can do it every night from the comfort of your bed
Sex, drugs, existential dread
And in that very moment, you realized that everything was exciting as long as Steve was right next to you.
