Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: Your boyfriend Steve getting your drunken, stubborn ass to bed for the night.
Warnings: Established relationship, mention of being drunk, hungover.
Went out the other night and had quite a few drinks, unfortunately I didn't have a Steve to take care of me.
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fumbling with his keys, Steve opened the door, his arm around you to steady you as he helped you into his home.
You stumbled, wobbling on your feet as you clung to your boyfriend.
Your head spun as you looked around the room, everything in the room visible with a slight blur as Steve walked you up the stairs.
He grunted a little as you fell forward, giggling to yourself.
"What's funny?" He sighed, pulling you up before deciding to just carry you.
"I don't know" you mumbled, leaning into him as he lifted the back of your knees, other planted across your back s he lifted you up, bridal style, up the stairs.
Steve hummed, kicking the door of his bedroom open, huffing as he placed you down on the mattress.
"'Kay, let's get you to bed, s'that alright?"
You whined, rolling your eyes as you curled into the bed.
"No...I don't wanna go to bed" you fought, pulling at covers, trying to drape them over you while Steve stopped you, pushing them away before sitting you up.
"Really? cause it seems like you do" He smiled dumbly, kneeling down in front of you, hands reaching down for the straps of your heels.
"Don't wanna get ready" You slurred, shaking your head as he slipped off your shoes, tucking them under his bed and clapping his hands.
You two had been at one of Steve's old friend's birthday parties when he lost you, looking everywhere for twenty minutes until he found you in the kitchen, downing a drink and going back for more.
"Slow down, baby" he had said when he reached you, hand brushing your wrist as he pulled away the cup from your lips.
But it was already too late for the young Harrington. You were already pissed drunk and babbling your words as you squealed at the sight of him.
"Yeah, well, you gotta take a shower and get changed, I know you don't want to sleep in this" He gestured to your dress, tight and twisted from all your wriggling in the car ride home.
"No shower" you groaned, leeching onto him as his hands snaked around you.
He chuckled lowly, nodding to himself as he walked you to the bathroom "Fine, but you need to brush your teeth"
You were limp in his grip, holding onto the counter for support as he reached into the cabinet, taking the cap off the toothpaste and grabbing your spare toothbrush.
He lifted the brush to your mouth, reaching his free hand to cup your chin when you wouldn't open.
You winced as you took over, lazily brushing your teeth back and forth until he was satisfied, brushing his own teeth next to you with a hand planted on your elbow.
Your head began to slowly calm down, the pounding settling into a soft, still painful headache, but barable to your drunken state.
You spat out the acidic foam into the sink and leaned up on your tiptoes to reach the mouthwash. Almost dropping it as you stumbled, Steve, catching you and the bottle, his toothbrush held between his teeth as foam dripped from his mouth.
Wrapping your arm around him, he held you up, unscrewing the cap and filling it up with the blue mouthwash before handing it to you.
"Don't swallow" he mumbled as you brought it to your lips, rolling your eyes at him.
He spat out the rest of his foam and fixed himself a lid of mouthwash, swirling it around his mouth, swishing and gargling as you spat yours out, him following quickly after and washing the wink out with water before turning to you.
"Do you need to use the toilet?" He asked, turning you around before taking your hair out.
You felt the relief of your scap being released from the tight updo you chose for the night, curling your fingers through your hair to massage your head, moaning in dramatic pleasure as he grabbed his brush, ready to rush it out for you.
You shook your head "no, I'm fine"
"Are you sure?"
You nodded, closing your eyes as he brushed the bristles gently through the tangles, placing a soft kiss your shoulder as you watched him through the mirror.
You yawned, barely noticing when he stopped brushing and started stripping you of your dress.
You giggled loudly, squirming away from him.
"Stop! I never said you could do that, naughty boy" you teased weakly, slapping his hands away from your zipper.
He sighed, now growing tired himself "Baby, we gotta get you changed, don't you wanna wear something more comfortable? I'll get you in my clothes"
You whined softly before giving in, letting him unzip your dress and slide it down your body.
Stepping out of it, he picked it up, throwing it in the hamper as he lead you back to his room.
His hands were gentle as he guided you to his bed.
"Can I wear the yellow sweater?" You mumbled, laying down the plush of his bed as he dug into his dresser.
"Sure, Honey" he responded, running a hand through his hair as you swung your legs off the mattress, kicking back and forth.
He came over a moment later, a pair of shorts and a grey blue sweatshirt, making you frown.
"I said yellow!" You cried, lifting up the top.
He swallowed, reaching behind you to unclip your bra before you pushed him away.
"Steve!" You groaned "I said yellow sweater"
He picked his lips, eyebrows furrowing as he winced "I know, but you took that sweater home last time, remember? Its at your house"
You pouted as his hands reached for you again, lightly brushing your skin before you twisted and turned, rolling away from him.
"No. You just didn't look hard enough"
He huffed, trying to stay patient with you as he smiled softly "I did, okay? You took it last week"
You shook your head stubbornly, glaring at him.
"No!"
"I'm sorry sweetheart, next time, I promise you can wear it" he mumbled, pulling you up and reaching behind you again.
"-Bullshit" he heard you mumble under your breath, your tone angry and slurred.
He paused, freezing all movements as the word spun around his head.
A moment later, he pulled away from you, eyes blurry and wide as he looked at you.
"What?" He murmured, voice weak and small as he searched your eyes.
"It's bullshit" you repeated louder, glaring harder at him, making him shrink in place.
He flinched as his breath caught in his throat.
"Me?" He asked, voice breaking as he shifted away from you.
"No" you spat "the sweater"
He nodded slowly, still unsure until you leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Can I just wear that striped shirt I like...this is itchy"
Steve got up with a heavy breath, biting his tongue to try and calm down from the almost-heartbreak he just felt.
He took the sweatshirt back, opting for the white and blue striped shirt of his.
By the time he had gotten up and turned around, you wear taking off your bra, throwing it somewhere on the floor without a care in the world.
He watched your eyes following him as he came back over, holding the shirt open for you before slipping it over your head, your lazily holding up your arms to fit through the holes.
You smiled at him dumbly.
"You're so pretty, Stevie"
Steve felt his face flush hot and red as he smiled sheepishly.
"Thank you, baby"
You lifted your hips as he slid down your undies, kneeling in front of you again as you handed him the boxers he laid out for you.
He took them from you and pulled them on, slipping them up your legs to settle on your hips.
He pat your side, giving it a gentle squeeze as you giggled.
"I'll be right back, honey, okay?"
You shifted up the bed, laying down as you nodded, not even thinking of fighting him as he stripped of his clothes, getting changed at the end of his room before leaving.
He heard the light pads of his feet thumping down the stairs as you rolled in the covers, struggling to cover yourself with the blanket as you waited for your boy to come back.
You drifted, eyes closing as you yawned, rolling onto his side of the bed, nodding off to a deep sleep.
By the time Steve came back, you were snoring, spread out and swallowed in the sea of his comforter.
He couldn't help but smile as he climbed in next to you, placing a bottle of water and Tylenol on the bedside table.
He sighed as he laid down beside you. Suppressing a laugh as you turned, cuddling into him before making your lips together.
"I love you, Stevie" you mumbled into his chest, clinging to him.
I think bro's had one too many ice cream sundaes after not getting the manager position of the Krusty Krab 2. Unhinged as heck, but a blessing to see none-the-less. 😆
Have you ever been drunk whilst at school, and if so, did you get away with it?
Yes, and I got away with it
Yes, but the teachers found out
No
Voting ended onDec 9, 2025
Side Note: I don't condone this, by the way, I was just curious because I did this in both high school and college and got caught but wasn't punished due to my mental health circumstances at the time.
