#high steve

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*imagine the boys have just smoked a joint and Steve just comes out with this*

Steve: Ribbed condoms don’t even taste like ribs…

Billy: I- what?

*billy just staring at Steve with a dumbfounded look*

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Cloud Nine

Okay so yeah this will be Steve and Nancy becuase even though Nancy and Jonathan are super cute and I ship them, I also ship Steve and Nancy because I’m a mess. Fight me I guess? It’s pretty much High Steve with Nancy cuddling, kissing and holding hands because he softie and I’m soft for them.

Steve held his breath, relishing in the feeling of smoke in his throat until his lungs started to tingle and burn for air. Blowing the smoke out in a cloud-like line, he looked over to Nancy.

She wasn’t really against him smoking, but it wasn’t something she wanted to do herself. Steve understood that too, she didn’t try to stop him and he didn’t try to make her start. Instead she would come over to his house for a few hours on the weekend and they would just hang out while he got a bit high. Nothing too strong, just some Weed, even if he didn’t hang out with Tommy anymore he had to admit, smoking was one of the few good ideas he had.

Unlike the party Steve most expected, Steve got tired and lost his tough boy exterior when blazed or drunk, it’s why he never drank too much a parties. But with just him and Nancy he didn’t have to worry about seeming over the top or playing into a role.

Instead he was huddled under a blanket with Nancy against his chest watching him do a few of the smoke tricks he mastered, some random movie playing in the background.

It wasn’t long until his blunt had been smoked down to the very last bit, he made sure the embers were out before tossing the butt onto his coffee table. He whined, wrapping his arms around Nancy’s waist and holding her close, “Nance, I’m cold. Warm me up.”

The pale girl couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across her cheeks. Turning so their chests were pressed together she leaned up just enough to press a kiss to his cheek. One of her hands reached up to run through his unkempt hair, nails slowly scratching at his scalp.

Steve pressed into her hand, not unlike a kitten desperate for affection. Nancy thought it was quite cute, Steve always got more clingy and lovey when he was high. He would just want to lay down and keep her close, kissing and sleeping through the day.

She pressed a kiss against his lips, soft and delicate. Steve reached for her remaining hand, linking their fingers a few inches from his face.

Her lips hovered not even an inch away from his and asked, “Did that warm you up?”

Steve nodded and pressed his face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling into her skin. Nancy laid her head on his shoulder and let him cuddle into her, pressing kisses against his forehead to match the pecks on her neck.

“L’ve you Nance. Love you so much.”

A blush spread across Nancy’s face, down to the kisses under her jaw. It wasn’t the first time Steve had said the L word, but each time it caught her off guard with how open and honest it sounded.

“I care about you so much Steve, more than words can even describe.”

Steve just huddled in closer, humming in response.

They stayed like that until Steve started shifting, growing restless. Nancy was surprised, Steve normally wouldn’t want to move at all when he was high, “You comfy Steve?”

Steve grunted, not in denial or confirmation.

Lifting her head Nancy got a good look at Steve, his cheeks were slightly pinker than normal, and he wouldn’t look her in the eye. She stiffened, “What’s the matter Stevie? Do you need something to drink?”

The teen shook his head, mumbling out a few syllables. “Sit ‘n lap.”

That got a raised eyebrow. It was rare that things headed in that kind of a direction. For all of Steve’s playboy reputation he hadn’t tried to make too many moves, at least not this directly. Nancy wasn’t against it though, she didn’t pause for more than a second of shock before she sat up and planted herself on his thighs.

He took her hands and moved them to his stomach. Not quite what she was expecting but she wasn’t the most experienced-

“Please.”

That was a first. Nancy wasn’t quite sure what to think, what was he asking- no begging her to do exactly?

“Please what Steve?”

He shook his head, and planted them more firstly on his sides. “Please do the thing.”

Nancy was more confused now than ever. What on earth was he talking about? His lip started to poke out and his eyes cracked open to stare at her, puppy dog eyes weren’t as effective when she didn’t know what she was supposed to be caving to do, but they made her want to give it to him as soon as she could.

“What thing Steve? I don’t understand what you want me to do. Use your words, okay.”

“Don’ wanna say it. Embarrassing.”

“Shh, I won’t laugh. Come on Steve, just let me know what you want.”

His bottom lip stuck out and his eyes bore into hers. Needless to say, Nancy was not expecting the following words to come out of his mouth.

“Tickle me Nancy.”

She hesitated, shocked into a stupor before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his nose. “Of course, Steve, all you had to do was ask. Do you want the soft ones?”

Steve nodded, already starting to giggle in anticipation, though that didn’t need to last long. Nancy’s manicured nails reached under his shirt and began to trace swirls around his belly button. She felt his legs twitch under, but never push against her. His arms stayed at his sides, not moving an inch to push her away. Nancy knew he was ticklish, and had figured out he didn’t really mind it as much as he tried to pretend months ago. She let him keep up the facade for his own dignity’s sake, she thought it was cute though. He was a squirmer most of the time, but with the help of his guilty pleasure his limbs weighed a hundred pounds.

She traced words, sentences. Drew pictures and any shape she could think of. Steve just laid there and took it, giggling like a man.

She let a few teases get through, asking him where it tickled more, “Here… or here?” Which to her surprise he actually answered.

“Do you want me to stay where it tickled worse?”

“Yehehes!” He nodded.

She kept her touch feather light. Not stopping their game till Steve shook his head. “Cuhuhudle time Nancehe. Cuddle me.”

Who was she to deny Steve Harrington anything.

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After a few hours of foggy napping and lots of cuddling Steve felt himself coming down from his high. He still felt better than he had in weeks though, like he was on Cloud Nine or something.

He was thirsty and his limbs were stiff but moving didn’t seem worth the effort yet. Instead he turned his head to look at Nancy, sleeping peacefully against his shoulder. He wasn’t sure how long he watched her, but he couldn’t move his eyes away. Not even when she started to blink awake.

“Hey sleeping beauty. Did I wear you out?”

She chuckled and sat up, cracking her back as she sat up and straightened out.

“More the opposite I think. Don’t you remember?”

“Remember what?”

Instead of answering she slipped her nimble fingers back under his shirt, wiggling less gently against the dips of his waist.

“Wahahait!” He cackled, memories rushing back to the forefront of his brain. His back arched off the couch, even Steve wasn’t sure if he was trying to get away or get closer. “Not fair! Ihi was hihigh, dohoesn’t count.”

“Mmm seemed like it counted to me. What was it you said, ‘Please do the thing.’ ‘Tickle me Nancy.’ Does that sound right?”

Steve’s face heated up, slowly turning a bright tomato red that his hands couldn’t even begin to cover, though they did try. His legs jerked around, nearly bucking Nancy forward when she spidered her fingers over the dips of ribs. “Naho. No no nohoho.”

She noticed how he didn’t try to stop her now either. His hands were holding the arm to the couch, his face hiding in his elbows instead of reach for her hands or moving to protect himself. Adorable. Even now he still wants it.

“No? I’m pretty sure that’s what you were telling me though Steve. Unless of course you don’t want me to tickle you, in which case…”

Her fingers came to an abrupt stop, not moving over his chest, but not off either. No, they stayed just where they were, half bent and ready to attack at any second.

Steve sat there for a tense thirty seconds before looking up at Nancy, it was truly a heartbreaking sight. He looked like a confused puppy whose owner had to leave for work. He stared up at her, with hopeful and pleading eyes.

“I, um. Nancy, your hands.”

“Mmhmm, what about them Steve. I’m not tickling you so surely you don’t mind me keeping them there, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course. I mean, yeah. Fine. Perfectly fine.”

“You’ll tell me if you want me to move them right?”

“Of course. I- yeah. Yeah.”

There was another pause, Steve’s face slowly grew pinker and pinker until he forced himself to make eye contact. “Um Nancy?” He asked, biting his lip.

“Yeah?”

“Could you, um… please…”

“Please what Steve?”

“Tic...kle. Me.”

“Awe of course Steve! All you have to do is ask. Now do you still want them to be the soft ones, or should I go a bit rougher.”

“Rohough.”

“Not a problem Tickle me Steve.”

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Fuck, Marry, Kill.

So this is kind of really shit but I can’t figure out how to make it not shitty so here you go folks. XD sorry. Pretty much more High Steve with Robin just chilling with hints of sad because oof. Not a ship, they just friends.

The store was empty for the first time in three, long, trying, and teenage filled hours. Needless to say Steve and Robin were dead on their feet as they closed up shop.

Robin was quick to lock the doors, and Steve sped threw mopping the ‘poop deck’, otherwise known as the shops front. Chairs were flipped and scoops were washed at record speed. Robin was about to grab her purse when Steve stopped her.

“Hey Rob, I was wondering if you wanted to smoke tonight? We could just throw a movie in or something.”

Well that was new. Not that she didn’t know Steve smoked every now and then, but she’s never been invited before. They had been getting closer over the summer, so it kind of made sense, and hey, if he was going to offer it out for free who was she to say no.

“Sure, just let me go home and change first, meet you at yours in about an hour?”

Steve’s smile was damn near blinding. He nodded along eagerly, and they split off, Robin heading to where her mom was picking her up and Steve to his car.

After five minutes of small talk Robin decided she couldn’t put it off any longer.

“Hey mom, I was wondering if I could hang out at a friends house tonight. They’re having a movie night, I know it’s kind of last minute but I thought it might be okay since I’m off tomorrow anyway.”

She hummed in thought, “Who’s house is it?”

“The boy I work with, Steve, I’ve told you about him before.”

“He won’t try to get in your pants?”

Robin couldn’t hold back her laugh, “Not a chance, he knows I like girls mom.”

The elders face lit up, “Oh of course then Honey, I’ll drop you off whenever your ready and maybe he can take you home tomorrow.” She relented, relaxing back into her seat.

They pulled into their driveway and Robin made quick work of showering and getting comfy close for the night. Clad in sweat pants and an old band t-shirt she threw her still wet hair up in a messy bun and gathered her favorite blanket in a bag. Down stairs her mother was watching the end to the nightly news.

“Ready Mom!”

The brunette turned and did a once over of her daughter. Concluding that she was appropriately dressed for a sleepover she picked her purse up from the coffee table and the two made their way out the door.

A quick drive later and they were pulling into the Harrington’s long driveway, the first floors lights sprinkled to show where exactly Steve was.

Her mom wished her well and Robin made her way to the doorbell. Soft chimes sounded through the house.

The double doors were yanked open to reveal none other than Steve Harrington himself, ushering her inside and waving to her mom as she pulled away.

“Welcome, welcome to the wonderfully cozy Harrington residence. We have two of fifty rooms occupied, my bedroom and the living room, feel free to pick either to get fucked up in.”

Robin eyed the blank walls of the too clean house. It just wasn’t Steve at all, it seemed empty? Lonely? Like some Hallmark mansion, just not realistic at all. Down the hall she could see the flashing glow of a television and pointed. “There.”

“Living room it is then.” Steve hummed with a soft nod. “That’s where I got everything prepared so I was hoping you’d say that.”

God he was a dingus.

There was a large L shaped couch in the middle of the room, a TV facing it against the wall on top of a dresser like stand, and a coffee table littered with snacks, movies, and a few blunts between the two. Given the stack of blankets already pulled out Robin assumed that tonight was going to be filled with warm, cozy cuddling and lazy conversations.

She wasn’t complaining though. She plopped down on the bouncy cushion and reached to flip through the movie choices.

“Anything in mind Harrington?”

“Nothing particular. They’re mostly horror though.”

That raised an eyebrow, hadn’t he already had enough horror in his life already? “You a big fan of horror then?” she asked.

Steve just kind of huffed then chuckled. “My dad says a real man doesn’t watch musicals or romance stuff. He only allows ‘manly’ movies in his house, don’t you want to watch a manly movie Rob?”

Robin just rolled her eyes and mumbled. “Wouldn’t know good movies if it hit him.” But she loved a good horror movie herself, she grabbed the copy of Nightmare on Elms Street and waved it in Steve’s face. “Pop her in then buddy.”

A minute later and they were situating blankets across the two of them as trailers flickered across the screen. Really Robin thought five blankets was a little excessive but Steve seemed to think it was lacking. He leaned forward and grabbed the pre popped popcorn, a lighter, and the first blunt of the night.

Ever the gentleman Steve gave her the first hit. She held it in her mouth, coaxing it down her throat while he took his own puff. After a few seconds she opened her mouth and let the smoke find its own way out, floating from her mouth and into the air like a cloud.

Steve was not as patient or content to see the slow going process, after a few seconds he blew the air out like flames from a dragon's mouth.

They traded it back and forth, watching each other’s different tricks as the drug slowly took effect, till the movie started up, their eyes glued to the screen.

Something Robin realized fairly quickly was that Steve was not a fan of horror movies. She could feel him slowly pressing further against her, flinching when things got too jumpy. She couldn’t blame him, besides if she could help comfort him through this one then she could find at least one happy movie to put in next, right?

After a particularly gruesome scene she decided she couldn’t wait that long. You might be thinking, why doesn’t she just say she wants to change the movie? Well, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. Instead she moves in with a quick distraction.

“That Nancy Thompson is pretty cute right?”

Steve stares up at her for a few seconds before nodding. Hell yeah she was cute.

“And that Glen dude, any character Johnny Depp plays is going to be eye candy.”

“Yeah.”

Good. If she had him talking then he wasn’t paying attention to the movie.

“Quick! Fuck marry kill, Johnny, Nancy girl, or Tina?”

He stuttered for a few seconds, his mind wrapping around the character selection. “Umm, kill Tina, Marry Johnny and fuck Nancy?”

Robin couldn’t help but laugh at how unsure he sounded.

“Hey well how about you?”

“Mmm,” she paused to think. “Kill Johnny, Marry Tina, fuck Nancy.”

The game kept up with characters before moving onto people they knew in real life. “Clair Burk, Tommy H, and Carol.”

Steve huffed long and hard for that one, taking another drag before even contemplating. Robin thought about her own answer as well, Clair was pretty cute, and surely Carol would have some redeeming qualities. Tommy was a nice guy if you caught him around the right people, but prone to violence, she’d have to go with “I’d marry Clair, fuck Carol and kill Tommy.”

Steve actually laughed at that one. “Understandable, understandable. But get this okay. Fuck Tommy, kill Clair, Marry Carol.” He was quick to continue when Robins head jerked to look at him, eyebrows raised. “I’ve known them for a super long time, right? So marry Carol cause we could just act like friends, and like I know you like girls and all but Tommy is kinda cute. He has freckles Rob, freckles. And he’s super strong-“

She stopped him before it could get graphic “Woah woah woah keep it PG, I don’t need a full description of how you’d want him to give it to you.”

They’d cycled through most of the kids in their grade that they both knew by the time the credits started to roll.

Steve sat up and stared her down, excited not unlike a golden retriever.

“Wait wait wait okay okay. So. Watch, sleepover with, or dinner with, kid addition.”

Color her intrigued. She gestured for him to continue. “Okay So Mike, Dustin and Max?”

The kids had grown on her since that night at the Mall, she’s like to think they were all friends. “Okay so watch Max, Sleepover with Dustin and Dinner with Mike.”

Steve burst into laughter.

Fine, if he was going to just laugh at her she’d give him something to laugh at.

Robin turned to face him and reached to grab ahold of his side, squeezing away at the fleshy skin. “Oh your going to laugh at me? Well you have a better idea Dingus?”

Steve’s laughter doubled and his hands grabbed onto her wrists. No matter how hard he tried to squirm to the other side of the couch he was stuck. Their legs had gotten tangled in the many many blankets about an hour ago, and neither had the motivation to unstick themselves.

Boy does he wish he had.

“I was lahaughihing cause mihine is the sahahme! Ihits the sahame.”

Oh. Well, no reason for her to stop. “Yeah, cause Mike's a shithead and gets in trouble, of course it was going to be the same! But now look at you Stevey, Hmm let me think of one.” She slowed down for a second, focusing in on who she would pair up. “How about Lucas, Jane, and Will? I won’t stop tickling you till you answer.”

I Steve kicked out as she moved her way up his ribs, digging between the bone. Somehow he ended up with his back against her, trapping himself.

“Wahahtch Lucas, dineher with Jahanehe, Wihihill sleheep ohover!”

She slowed down her fingers, not quite stopping but changing to fluttery touches that left him giggling.

Steve’s arms felt heavy and all he could think about was the tingling of her nails over his stomach and neck. He let his hands drop into his lap and threw his head back onto Robins shoulder.

“It feheheels weirherd.”

Robin leaned down to his ear to tease the poor boy. “Do you mean it tickles Steve?”

The boy nodded, hiding his blush in the crook of her neck.

“Come on, you can say it buddy. Tick-le, easy peasy.”

Steve burrowed deeper into her neck, hiding himself away from the word.

“Fine,” she huffed. “If you won’t say it then at least tell me that you like it. It’s kind of obvious at this point.”

He only leaned further onto her, probably hoping to disappear.

“Well that just confirmed it Dingus.” She cooed.

She kept up the light touches till Steve’s face had lost some of its pink. He was still squirming occasionally when her fingers strayed a bit to close to his side, and he rolled himself so they were chest to chest.

If she was wondering what kind of stoned Steve would be before she had her answer. He was touchy and clingy when high, and it somehow fit perfectly even with his previous bad boy routine.

His breathing evened out and he was fully slumped against her.

Robin stretched as far as she could for the remote and a bag of chips before laying herself back down. Now that Steve was actually asleep she could try and really watch the movie. What were best friends for if not being a pillow anyway?

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Can we also talking about canon Steve Harrington smoking weed. Because whole mood right there. 😂😂😂

He doing he puff puff smoke smoke right there. Like Jeez Dad. He doesn’t do them drugs, it’s just marijuana.

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So I may or may not be writing another high Steve and Robin fic and I feel like someone needs to stop me cause I know nothing about the drug y’know. But um. Haha oops.