i loved your handsy harrington drabble!!
could you do like the fluffy alternative? that steve is a really handy boyfriend too, and you ask him to do projects all the time? and he just adores reader? just something with handyman steve being sweet!
thanks!! you're awesome!!
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a/n: omg, thanks, nonnie! you're awesome!! enjoy! 💋
It takes Steve Harrington exactly once to right his wrongs.
He's a quick study, adaptable, and despite what some may say about his intelligence, he's great on instinct. If suddenly you briefly mention how much you love lilies when he brought you daisies home, the next day, he comes home with a whole new arrangement of lilies. If you casually mention your preferred pizza spot, he's filing that away for later. It's something inherently domestic about him; the desire to provide for his partner and go above and beyond.
That didn't mean he was immune to slipping up occasionally. You had been asking him to mount your hanging pot in the kitchen for the past three days. But he was busy between the radio station and chasing after the kids that it slipped his mind.
You figured that you were handy enough fighting the Upside Down; how hard could it be to hang by yourself? The answer was apparently very difficult.
Somewhere between opening the basket and sliding the plant in, it all had come tumbling down while Steve entered the kitchen. Dirt was smeared all down your front as the basket twisted in its own netting.
Steve dropped whatever was in his hands and rushed over to you, "Honey, are you alright?"
His large hands cupped your jaw while his eyes flitted about your face and head for injuries. His thumbs wiped away the dirt that speckled your cheeks. He did not care for the poor plant beneath his feet, the frayed edges of the once pristine basket, or the slightly striped hole in your kitchen ceiling. He just needs to make sure you are okay before anything else.
From that day on, he does things almost as soon as he's asked. His conscience doesn't need to fret about the alternative of you just doing things without his help.
"Hey, babe, can you come hold the ladder?" You called out to him, "It's a little wobbly."
Steve's gliding into the room, not even a half second later, "What did I say about getting on the ladder without me in sight?"
"I call for your help, I only climbed the first two steps," You shrugged as his hands grasped at the bars.
"You should've mentioned that these lights were out. I would've handled it," He says, as if you've forgotten that he wants to be your handyman.
You descend the ladder and press a kiss to his cheek, "Then who would hold the ladder?"
