shaking from the rain | steve harrington
summary: — stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain, she'll open up the door and say are you insane. Taylor Swift, How You Get The Girl. + cause i'd rather go blind than let you down. Catfish and the Bottlemen, Cocoon.
pairing: steve harrington x gender neutral reader
note: i'm definitely projecting on this one. this exact scenario happened to me not long ago except the person i was waiting for never showed up lmao. enjoy!!! (also, does it make sense that the reader forgave him so fast? honestly if steve harrington cared enough to show up that would be enough for me lol)
“where’s steve?” robin asked, looking around the bar. you shrugged, gaze fixed on the drink on your hands.
“what?” nancy blurted out. “why?”
“he’s busy. he had to work.”
“at nine pm on a friday?”
“he took an extra shift.”
you didn’t respond, ignoring the way your friends shared a worried look. robin placed a hand on your shoulder, gripping it softly.
“is that why you were so upset today?”
“i guess.” you sighed, looking up at the girls sitting next to you. “i just wanted him here, you know.”
“i’m going to kill him.” robin stated, and nancy nodded fervently. you forced a smile, playing with the lemon slice in your drink.
“we’ll have a great time, okay?” nancy reassured. “this is your special day. everything’s going to be alright.”
your friends started talking again, doing their best to cheer you up, but you weren’t paying attention. your gaze was fixed on the bar’s open door, watching as people hurried through the streets, seeking shelter from the pouring rain.
it wasn’t fair. your closest friends were there, taking you out for a nice night, celebrating you, showing you how much they loved you. and yet it was not enough.
you felt terrible, wanting more, asking for more. but you couldn’t help it. he wasn’t there. the person you wanted the most in the world was the same person who hadn’t shown up.
robin called out your name, waving a hand in front of you, but you saw right through her. everything around you seemed to suddenly blur. the crowd froze, the music turned into a faint echo, and you could see nothing as clear as you could see the figure standing outside the bar.
steve, shaking from the rain, his hair and clothes completely soaked, desperately looking inside the room. looking for something. looking for you.
before you realized, you were standing up and running towards him. his face lightened up as soon as he caught your gaze, a grin making its way towards his face.
now, you both stood under the rain. only when you got close enough did you notice that he was holding a bouquet of rumpled flowers. shyly, he handed it to you.
“they weren’t supposed to look like that.”
you recognized all your favorite flowers, and hid your smile behind the pretense of smelling the bouquet.
“what are you doing here?”
the raindrops streamed down his face as he took a deep breath. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”
“steve…” you whispered, all the grievance fading away as soon as his apologetic brown eyes looked into yours. “it’s okay. you need the extra money.”
he shook his head. “no, no. i don’t.”
he cupped your face with his wet, cold hands, and pressed a kiss on your forehead. the sudden change of temperature made you shiver, causing him to hold you even closer.
“everything i need is right here. i don’t need anything else. i’m so sorry. i should’ve been here.”
you nuzzled up closer against his hand, giving in to his touch and everything he had to offer.
he had shown up. he had ran through the streets while it poured, bringing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, as if he was straight out of a movie. and he had done it all for you. he cared. that fact alone made you feel even more special than the fact it was your birthday.
you gazed up at him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“am i still welcome?” he smirked, leaning in.
“mhm.” you giggled, getting flustered by the feeling of his breath against your face. “robin and nancy aren’t too happy with you, though.”
“will you help me win them over?”
“on?” he leaned in even more.
steve’s eyes dazzled under the streetlights as he moved closer to you. your heartbeat pounded loudly against your chest, beating as the same rhythm of the rain.
brushing his lips over yours, but still not completely breaking the distance, steve whispered,
