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about me!
(formerly buckybarnessbestgirl)
(i’m of age! 2000’s baby!)
(taking a long break from writing rn not sure when i’ll feel motivated again :( )
hi i’m sophie! i love everything pink, girly and vintage.
fandoms i plan to write for(currently writing and taking asks for): marvel(mcu), superman(2025), stranger things
also, apologies if my writing isn’t great, i’ve been reading fanfics for years but i’m kinda new to writing.
thanks for engaging with my blog💋
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hey guys! so sorry i’ve been kinda inactive, i promise i am working on stuff i’ve just had such a busy couple weeks with college but i promise i have a few wip’s that are coming soon when i get time to write!
s2 is the boyfriendest he's ever looked, and i'll stand by my truth
season 2 steve my literal 80’s high school boyfriend… sigh…
coach!steve harrington x fem!english teacher!fiancée!reader
steve harrington being a major loverboy
pure fluffy sweetness
short drabble, may turn into a series of snippets of these two if you guys enjoy this one???
“Honey! You actually came!” Steve lifts you off the ground into a tight hug, spinning you around, before placing you back on your feet with a soft kiss to your lips.
“I’ve gotta support the boys haven’t I?” she smiles brightly.
“Guys look! Coach Steve is slobbering all over our English teacher again!” Derek Turnbow calls out to the other boys, the group of kids all snickering to themselves.
“Laps for anyone else who wants to try and be funny.” Steve shoots them all a stern look. Usually he was the fun coach, joining in on their jokes, but he didn’t joke around when it came to you.
“Sorry coach.” the boys all mumble sheepishly before heading back to carry on warming up.
“Y’know, you won’t be able to hide it from them when they have to start calling me Mrs Harrington.” you giggle lightly, relaxing into his side as he drapes an arm round your shoulder.
“I know. I just- I don’t know. I don’t like them making fun of you like that.” he gives you that lovestruck, puppy dog look he was so good at.
“Baby they’re not making fun of me, they’re making fun of you…” you snicker softly, though your eyes hold a tenderness that contradicts the teasing tone of your voice.
“Ugh, I hate how you’re always right. My smart girl.” he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“It’s kinda my job, being smart I mean…” you murmur softly, burying your head in the crook of his neck.
“Yeah? Is it your job to make these goddamn cardigans look hot too?” he whispers teasingly, his hand running over the soft wool of the fabric at your waist. You really had him so whipped that he was even head over heels for the cardigans you wore everyday.
“Yeah? You like it? It’s new.” you giggle. The cardigan you were wearing today was pretty cute, a soft powder blue colour that matched the colour of the flowers on your sundress.
“It’s real pretty. Though, I like this dress even more. Blue’s my favourite colour, ‘specially on you.” he moves his hands underneath the cardigan, to touch your waist through the soft cotton of your dress. You could feel the warmth of his palms now, the grip of his fingers at the flesh of your waist and it made your stomach feel a little fluttery.
“It’s the team colour. That’s why I wore it.” you answer softly.
“Yeah, kinda matches my jacket a little. You gonna be my good luck charm then?” he looks pretty smug at the thought of you picking out an outfit in his team’s colour.
“Of course. You think the soccer moms’ll be jealous if I watch from up in the stands?” you ask with a cheeky smile.
“Oh definitely, they’ll be super jealous, which is why it’s such a good idea.” he smirks.
“Okay, well I should probably go get settled up there then baby. The game’ll start in a few minutes.” you sighs reluctantly, letting his hands slowly pull away and pressing one final soft kiss to his lips before heading up towards the bleachers.
You felt like such a proud girlfriend watching Steve coach, seeing how good he was with kids, especially now you were getting married. You couldn’t wait to see him with your own kids one day soon…
And as for those jealous soccer moms? Steve didn’t even pay them so much as a glance of his attention. He only had eyes for one girl, the one with his engagement ring on her finger. Steve Harrington was officially tied down to a girl forever now and he couldn’t be happier about it.
Of course the boys won the game, and Steve spent the rest of his night cosy at home with the girl who always made him feel like the biggest winner on the planet…
guys i’m being so serious right now….who took my pants?
steve harrington x henderson!reader drabble
set in season 5 vol 1
fluff with tiniest hint of suggestive themes
reader is described as being feminine/girly
(publishing this from my drafts in kinda a rush so sorry if it sucks because i am DESPERATE to start writing coach steve fics…)
You’d been on the way home from one of your evening babysitting jobs when you spotted the WSQK van stilled at the side of the road…
“Stevie! You okay?” you roll your window down as he climbs down out of the van to talk to you.
“If it isn’t my favourite Henderson. How are you angel?” he leans casually on the side of your little pink car, that charming smirk on his face he always used when he was trying to charm his way into getting a favour from you…
“Just fine Harrington. How are you and my baby brother?” you haven’t spotted Jonathan in the van, you were just assuming your brother was paired with Steve for the crawl like normal.
“Yeah, about that…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously. You were usually known as the sweetest girl in town, but you had a protective fire in you that came out when anything happened to your little brother.
“Steve! He’s not with you!” you furrow your brow in concern.
“Okay, angel slow down, I’m worried about him too… He didn’t show up to the crawl tonight. I’m hoping he was just in a pissy mood and decided to bail. Shame too cos we could’ve really used him now the van’s fucked…” he sighs, looking rather fed up at Dustin’s recent antics. You understood the feeling. You both loved that kid to death.
“Probably. He’s so sulky nowadays.” you let a soft laugh slip from your lips.
“He better not be giving you trouble at home too. I love the kid to death, but half the reason I hang out with him is cos his sister’s hotter than Phoebe Cates… He gives you trouble you just say the word yeah?” he shoots you that flirty smirk again.
“You’re such a flirt Harrington. What do you need?” you giggle, always one to fall to his flirting.
“Angel, I’m not just flirting to get something outta you… But it would really help me out if you could just hook the Barbie mobile up to the van for a few to power it back up?” he runs a hand through those perfectly styled brown locks, giving you the best flirty knee-buckler of a look he can manage.
“Only cos it’s you. You’ll have to do it though cos I don’t know anything about cars, you basically keep mine running for me anyways.” you giggle.
“Of course angel. What are gentlemen for?” he opens your car door for you with an exaggerated bow.
“Says the man that begged me to hook up in the back of that van last week.” you snicker, taking his hand to help steady you out of your car, more because you enjoy the contact than because you actually need any help getting out…
“You looked so pretty in the pink blouse. Couldn’t help it angel.” he gets that lovesick puppy look on his face, which you daresay made your heart race even more than the flirty winks or teasing smirks ever did because it felt like genuine love.
“You wanna go again when we’ve hooked this thing up?” you smirk playfully, a naughty glint in your eye.
“Oh baby I wish we could, but I think Byers would probably mind us getting it on right next to him.” he chuckles softly as he pops the hood of your car, to do… whatever it was he needed to do. You had no clue about car stuff. That was your man’s thing.
“Jonathan is in the van with you? Bet you’re loving that.” you snicker.
“It’s fine I guess. Dude won’t accept that I’m over Nance, even though I’m with you.” he huffs, managing to plug the wire in to connect the van to your car.
“Seriously?” you move to nestle yourself under his arm as he leans back against the van.
“Yeah. Guess we gotta show him.” he pulls you closer to him, his hand resting comfortably on your waist.
“‘M tired. Babysat some real crazy kids tonight.” she sighs softly, relaxing into his side.
“Yeah? I know what that’s like…” he nods along, softly stroking your waist.
“My brother and his friends are much easier than 6 year olds on sugar.” you laugh softly.
He laughs along, then you just quietly wait, letting him hold you for a moment while the van finished charging up…
“Well angel, I think we’re done here.” he sighs, like he didn’t want to leave your side yet.
“Go on then hero, go save the world…” you playfully smirk, egging him on with a nudge of your shoulder.
“Anything the lady wants.” he winks, finally breaking apart from you with a soft kiss to your forehead.
You watch his fond gaze through the van window when you drive away, mouthing ‘I’ll call you later’ through a mouthful of one of those peanut butter bopper bars he was obsessed with. Kinda gross but still, it was also kinda cute. And you were so about to be glued to the phone waiting for his call when you got home.
finale has killed me i feel so emotionally hungover now😔😔😔 like i grew up with that show and now it’s over?!?
Joe Keery as Steve Harrington Stranger Things, S05E08
it’s the little lip bite for me
god this is so sexy it actually gave me inspiration to write again…
dad!husband!steve x mom!pregnant!reader christmas drabble…
happy christmas eve!!!
fluff with a tiny reference to smut
ideas creds for reader’s very funny gift for steve to @cruelestsummerss (i had to🤭)
CHRISTMAS MORNING 1992
“Santa must know you were a super good girl this year Daisy.” you smile warmly, watching from the couch as your 4 year old daughter sits at the bottom of the tree, beside her huge pile of presents.
Meanwhile your husband sits beside you, arm slung comfortably around your shoulder as he filmed your daughter opening her presents on the camcorder.
“Mommy can I play with my Barbies now?” your little girl holds out a doll box with her chubby hands, waiting for you to open it for her.
“Not yet, pipsqueak, soon. Mommy and daddy need to do their presents first.” Steve places the camcorder down on the table and stands up, ruffling your daughters hair on the way as he moves to grab your gifts from under the tree.
“Steve it’s okay I can get it myself-“ you attempt to protest as he pick up the gifts you’d bought him as well as the ones he’d bought you.
“Uh uh. You’re in delicate condition honey, I gotta look after my girl.” he presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he sits back down beside you, gifts in hand.
“No Daddy, I’m your girl.” Daisy pouts in protest. She was going through a major daddy’s girl phase since she found out you were pregnant, not exactly happy mommy’s attention would be on the new baby in a couple months…
“Dais, we’ve talked about this. You and mommy are both my favourite girls. You want snuggles?” he holds his arms out, returning a mock pout in her direction.
“Okay daddy. Mommy can open presents first, because daddy is best at buying presents. ” she climbs up and plops herself down in Steve’s lap, wriggling around excitably as she watched you eagerly.
“Yes ma’am, here you go mommy…” he smiles apologetically at you, handing you two neatly wrapped gifts.
You unwrapped the first one, the smaller package, a Wham! CD.
“Oh baby you shouldn’t have… This was my favourite!” you gasp excitedly.
“I know. I remember you calling in every day when I worked at the radio to request George Micheal.” he smiles smugly, that cocky smile he did when he knew he’d done something to please you.
“Well aside from you, he was the man that held my teenage heart…” you give him a teasing smirk.
“Open the next one mommy!” your little girl demands, impatient little hands practically chucking the present at you off of where it had sat on your lap.
“Daisy be careful with mommy…” he tuts softly, pulling the little girl further back into his lap, as if shielding you from impatient toddler hands.
“What’s this huh? A Tiffany box… Steve I said we weren’t doing expensive gifts…” you give him a mock angry look.
“You’re giving me the best gift I could ask for by carrying my baby, I wanted to spoil you… Just open it.” he shrugs, still keeping that smug smile on his face.
Inside was a gorgeous golden heart necklace with his initials engraved on the back of the heart.
“Oh it’s lovely.” your gush softly.
“Here…” he scooches closer, careful with the little girl in his lap, and with tender hands he puts the necklace on you.
“I’ll treasure it.” you place your hands softly where the golden heart sits above your own.
“Daddy can I open yours?” Daisy beams sweetly up at him, like she’d been waiting to ask.
“Yeah pipsqueak. Go on.” he hands her his gifts.
“Thank you daddy.” she eagerly unwraps the first present.
Inside was a photograph of the three of you on the beach from the summer, in a dark wood frame.
“Baby I love it. It’s me and my girls.” he smiles warmly, also letting out an exaggerated gasp for the audience of the 4 year old who’s short attention span needed the entertainment to keep her interested.
“It’s nice isn’t it?” you nod softly.
“Yeah. Especially you in that bikini. I dream about that little white number…” he gives you a teasing wink that made you weak in the knees, he still managed to do that to you even after all these years.
“Mommy is pretty?” Daisy pipes up, gently poking Steve’s chest for his attention.
“Very pretty. That’s where you get it from.” he nods, sighing softly as he admired just how pretty his girls were.
“Open the next one Daisy. Daddy’s gonna love this one…” you have a mischievous look on your face now, like whatever was coming next was going to be good.
Daisy eagerly unwraps the present that had been your proudest find.
A Fabergé Farrah Fawcett hair care set. With a shampoo, conditioner and of course his favourite signature hair secret, the hairspray.
“Oh you didn’t. Honey! Where did you even find this? They hardly sell it anymore.” he gasps, he’d been secretly missing his teen hair products…
“Babe we live in Hawkins. Of course our beauty supply store still has stock from nearly ten years ago. I just asked the girl in the store if they had any in the back, and she sold it to me.” you let out a delighted laugh, knowing you’d struck gold with this gift.
“Well, guess ‘The Hair’ Harrington is back in business.” he smirks playfully.
“Like you ever went out…” you roll your eyes affectionately, knowing he’d probably be rocking his iconic hairdo till it went grey.
“Seriously though baby. Thank you. That was… a seriously good find…” he tucks the box safely under his arm, like it was some kind of rare treasure and not just a box of hair products.
You slide over and place a quick, soft kiss to his lips, pressing your forehead to his as you break apart.
“Gross.” Daisy scrunches her little face up in exaggerated as she finally slides off her dad’s lap to go back to her mountain of new toys, blissfully ignorant to her parents’ little love fest.
“Can Daddy get a proper kiss now?” he smirks, cupping your face in his hands.
“Depends, has he been good?” you playfully tease.
“Oh no, very naughty. But mommy likes it when daddy’s naughty…” he whispers cheekily, pulling you into a his lap, carefully still as he was ever cautious of the precious cargo you were carrying.
“Just kiss me you idiot.” you giggle like your a teenager again.
“Okay beautiful.” he sighs dreamily as his lips come to meet yours.
ty all for all the love on this!
STRANGER THINGS 5.07
big d harrington mentioned! can confirm!🤭
dad!husband!steve x mom!pregnant!reader christmas drabble…
happy christmas eve!!!
fluff with a tiny reference to smut
ideas creds for reader’s very funny gift for steve to @cruelestsummerss (i had to🤭)
CHRISTMAS MORNING 1992
“Santa must know you were a super good girl this year Daisy.” you smile warmly, watching from the couch as your 4 year old daughter sits at the bottom of the tree, beside her huge pile of presents.
Meanwhile your husband sits beside you, arm slung comfortably around your shoulder as he filmed your daughter opening her presents on the camcorder.
“Mommy can I play with my Barbies now?” your little girl holds out a doll box with her chubby hands, waiting for you to open it for her.
“Not yet, pipsqueak, soon. Mommy and daddy need to do their presents first.” Steve places the camcorder down on the table and stands up, ruffling your daughters hair on the way as he moves to grab your gifts from under the tree.
“Steve it’s okay I can get it myself-“ you attempt to protest as he pick up the gifts you’d bought him as well as the ones he’d bought you.
“Uh uh. You’re in delicate condition honey, I gotta look after my girl.” he presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he sits back down beside you, gifts in hand.
“No Daddy, I’m your girl.” Daisy pouts in protest. She was going through a major daddy’s girl phase since she found out you were pregnant, not exactly happy mommy’s attention would be on the new baby in a couple months…
“Dais, we’ve talked about this. You and mommy are both my favourite girls. You want snuggles?” he holds his arms out, returning a mock pout in her direction.
“Okay daddy. Mommy can open presents first, because daddy is best at buying presents. ” she climbs up and plops herself down in Steve’s lap, wriggling around excitably as she watched you eagerly.
“Yes ma’am, here you go mommy…” he smiles apologetically at you, handing you two neatly wrapped gifts.
You unwrapped the first one, the smaller package, a Wham! CD.
“Oh baby you shouldn’t have… This was my favourite!” you gasp excitedly.
“I know. I remember you calling in every day when I worked at the radio to request George Micheal.” he smiles smugly, that cocky smile he did when he knew he’d done something to please you.
“Well aside from you, he was the man that held my teenage heart…” you give him a teasing smirk.
“Open the next one mommy!” your little girl demands, impatient little hands practically chucking the present at you off of where it had sat on your lap.
“Daisy be careful with mommy…” he tuts softly, pulling the little girl further back into his lap, as if shielding you from impatient toddler hands.
“What’s this huh? A Tiffany box… Steve I said we weren’t doing expensive gifts…” you give him a mock angry look.
“You’re giving me the best gift I could ask for by carrying my baby, I wanted to spoil you… Just open it.” he shrugs, still keeping that smug smile on his face.
Inside was a gorgeous golden heart necklace with his initials engraved on the back of the heart.
“Oh it’s lovely.” your gush softly.
“Here…” he scooches closer, careful with the little girl in his lap, and with tender hands he puts the necklace on you.
“I’ll treasure it.” you place your hands softly where the golden heart sits above your own.
“Daddy can I open yours?” Daisy beams sweetly up at him, like she’d been waiting to ask.
“Yeah pipsqueak. Go on.” he hands her his gifts.
“Thank you daddy.” she eagerly unwraps the first present.
Inside was a photograph of the three of you on the beach from the summer, in a dark wood frame.
“Baby I love it. It’s me and my girls.” he smiles warmly, also letting out an exaggerated gasp for the audience of the 4 year old who’s short attention span needed the entertainment to keep her interested.
“It’s nice isn’t it?” you nod softly.
“Yeah. Especially you in that bikini. I dream about that little white number…” he gives you a teasing wink that made you weak in the knees, he still managed to do that to you even after all these years.
“Mommy is pretty?” Daisy pipes up, gently poking Steve’s chest for his attention.
“Very pretty. That’s where you get it from.” he nods, sighing softly as he admired just how pretty his girls were.
“Open the next one Daisy. Daddy’s gonna love this one…” you have a mischievous look on your face now, like whatever was coming next was going to be good.
Daisy eagerly unwraps the present that had been your proudest find.
A Fabergé Farrah Fawcett hair care set. With a shampoo, conditioner and of course his favourite signature hair secret, the hairspray.
“Oh you didn’t. Honey! Where did you even find this? They hardly sell it anymore.” he gasps, he’d been secretly missing his teen hair products…
“Babe we live in Hawkins. Of course our beauty supply store still has stock from nearly ten years ago. I just asked the girl in the store if they had any in the back, and she sold it to me.” you let out a delighted laugh, knowing you’d struck gold with this gift.
“Well, guess ‘The Hair’ Harrington is back in business.” he smirks playfully.
“Like you ever went out…” you roll your eyes affectionately, knowing he’d probably be rocking his iconic hairdo till it went grey.
“Seriously though baby. Thank you. That was… a seriously good find…” he tucks the box safely under his arm, like it was some kind of rare treasure and not just a box of hair products.
You slide over and place a quick, soft kiss to his lips, pressing your forehead to his as you break apart.
“Gross.” Daisy scrunches her little face up in exaggerated as she finally slides off her dad’s lap to go back to her mountain of new toys, blissfully ignorant to her parents’ little love fest.
“Can Daddy get a proper kiss now?” he smirks, cupping your face in his hands.
“Depends, has he been good?” you playfully tease.
“Oh no, very naughty. But mommy likes it when daddy’s naughty…” he whispers cheekily, pulling you into a his lap, carefully still as he was ever cautious of the precious cargo you were carrying.
“Just kiss me you idiot.” you giggle like your a teenager again.
“Okay beautiful.” he sighs dreamily as his lips come to meet yours.
MASTERLIST🎀
steve harrington:
we’ll always have summer
christmas drabble
henderson!reader drabble
coach!steve and english teacher! reader
WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE SUMMER
steve harrington x fem!reader
bonrad s3 beach scene except it’s in steve harrington’s backyard and reader makes a much better choice than belly did at the end
set just before season 4 in st timeline, oc of steve’s brother who’s name is a tsitp reference…
angst with the teeniest sprinkling of fluff
(i don’t know if i actually like this or not😭i hope my writing doesn’t totally suck…)
taglist(i’ll tag everyone who requests to be tagged on my fics just ask <3): @ethereallyastral
Jeremy wasn’t by the pool when you got there. Of course he wasn’t, you should’ve known better than to put faith in your fiancé, he’d probably gotten hammered and forgotten all about his promise to meet you here…
And of course Steve was. He had a habit of doing that, being there for you when you needed him without you having to ask. He’d been doing it since you were kids, whether it was defending you when stupid Tommy teased you when you were 12 or literally saving your life when a demogorgon had come after you when you were 16. He’d always been there.
And he still was, even now you were all grown up and engaged to his brother. He’d convinced your mom to come to the wedding, he’d gotten you the one thing you wanted most without you even telling him, it was like he always just knew…
“I didn’t picture any of this. I never even had a dream wedding. I only ever pictured Steve.”
That’s what you’d drunkenly sobbed to your best friend Nancy in the bathroom of some bar about an hour ago. And now here he was, standing here where you’d been expecting your fiancé to be.
“Hey I- I’ve gotta tell you something, and it might make you upset but you need to know…” Steve spoke softly to you, his voice wavering slightly with emotion.
“Steve if your going to go on some spiel about how you still love me, please don’t, I can’t handle that tonight-“ you let out a sigh, before he cuts you off…
“Jeremy cheated on you. Over spring break, he cheated on you with some girl in California.” he looks shattered by his words, and also angry at his brother. But his eyes when they looked at you were kind, sympathetic, like he was ready to comfort you if you needed him.
“I know. I’ve forgiven him.” you don’t seem phased by his words, like it wasn’t the emotional sting it had been when you first found out…
“What? You forgave him? Why?” he looks utterly bewildered by your words.
“It was miscommunication. He thought we were broken up. He was really sorry Steve.” you say with a slight waver to your voice, but you can’t even look him in the eye when you say it, realising how ridiculous your excuses probably sounded.
“Christ. You’re serious? You’re gonna marry him, knowing that he slept with another girl, twice might I had. What happened to the girl I used to know? You used to say girls who went back to cheaters were like, desperate and sad. Or the girl who thought getting married fresh out of school was a depressing life for the hopelessly boring women from our small town?” he looks irritated with you now, not just because he was angry at his brother, but because he couldn’t understand when you’d turned into such a pushover.
“Steve shut up. What me and Jeremy have goes deeper than that, we love each other, we stick together through our mistakes. We’re getting married because we’re in love. Who cares if we’re only 18?”
“Me shut up? Who even are you anymore? Getting married when you’re still in college, at the fucking country club, letting my asshole dad plan everything. You’re not thinking straight.”
“Who are you to even ask me that? You barely even know me anymore Steve. I’m not 12 anymore.”
Your words stung, somewhere deep inside Steve’s chest. He knew you better than anyone, or so he’d thought. You were the girl he’d grown up with. The highlight of all his summers spent in this house together. The only girl that had ever truly managed to break his heart.
“Maybe I don’t. But my brother is a dick for what he did. For the way he treats you.” he sighs shakily.
“He’s had a tough time Steve. And besides, you weren’t exactly boyfriend of the year…” your tone is bitter now, the type of tone someone takes when they’re angry, looking to hurt your feelings with words they don’t really mean.
“Maybe I wasn’t as good to you as I could have been, but I never even dared to look at another girl when we were together. Ever. You were the only one I had eyes for.”
As much as you hated to admit it, you knew deep down he was right. Steve had been going through a tougher time than you or Jeremy could ever even imagine when you were together what with usual life stuff of not getting into college and his dad giving him crap, plus the literal supernatural peril with all the Upside Down stuff, and the trauma of getting kidnapped and drugged by Russians, which meant he wasn’t always emotionally present, but he’d never have even thought about any other girls. His eyes had only ever been for you. Hell, it took him months to even attempt dating again after you split, and he still hadn’t been in another serious relationship since you.
“What are you trying to get at Steve?” you sigh softly.
“I love you. I still love you. Always have I think.” his voice is shaky with emotion, those deep brown eyes holding yours with a vulnerability that told you he meant every word.
“Steve I’m getting married tomorrow. Why are you telling me this all of sudden?” you let out a shaky breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding.
“It’s not all of a sudden, don’t you realise that it’s always. Fuck, I still love you… I don’t think I’ll ever get you out of my system…” his voice sounds like he’s almost pleading with you now. And he sort of was. He was placing his heart in your hands.
“Steve I don’t know what to say…” your voice cracks again, and against your best judgement, you felt your heart ache for him. Because deep down you still loved him too…
“You don’t have to say anything Soph, not right now… Just, don’t marry him. Be with me. I swear I’ll love you right this time.” he breaks, gently grabbing hold of your hand, then you tug it away…
“It’s a little too late.” you sniffle softly.
“Don’t say that. It’s never too late to tell someone how you feel, especially with how crazy and uncertain our lives have been these past couple years. But one thing has never changed. I love you. You’ll always be here…” he puts his hand to his chest, where his heart was.
“You’ll always be here for me too.” you put your hand over the same spot on your own chest
You let yourself cry now, even though you so badly want to fight it, to not let him see you cry.
“Hey… Hey… Lets get you inside yeah? It’s late, you’re drunk… I’ll help you clean up…” he places a steady hand on your back, and for the first time in a long time, you let him.
“Thankyou. You’re so good to me Steve…” your tears slow now, as you let your head gently relax on his shoulder as he leads you back up inside his house.
And though you’re not sure what you’ll do in the morning, you know now you won’t marry Jeremy tomorrow. You can’t. Not when a piece of your heart will always beat for his older brother…
new username! ari themed ofc🤭🤭🤭
guys i’m working on the tsitp steve fic i pinky promise it’ll be out soon but i kinda want to write something festive right now. kinda feeling something s5 steve? or dad/husband steve? anyways he’s top of my christmas list…
