Lil blurb taking care of a drunk + touchy Steve? (hi Katie!!! Hope ur well<3)
hi ri !! i hope you had a great day and tysm for requesting <3
steve has had way too much to drink.
he’s lazily sprawled across the couch and taking up too much space, thigh-to-thigh and arm pressed against yours; it’s as if he can barely hold himself upright anymore and has to lean on you for support.
the party has died down a bit by now, the current time reaching close to 2am, but there’s still a quiet buzz of muffled conversations and low music filtering throughout his living room that’s interrupted by the boy next to you.
“you’re so pretty,” he slurs in your ear. his head is resting on your shoulder, the messy pile of chestnut hair brushing across your cheek and you’re wondering how it would feel to run your fingers through it—would it be as soft and full as it looks?
he doesn’t mean anything by it, he’s just drunk, you convince yourself. steve is your best friend, after all. he’s never shown any interest in you like this before.
“i think that’s enough for you,” you tease gently, slipping the red solo cup from his other hand and placing it on the side table next to you. “you’re talking nonsense now.”
“not nonsense,” steve mumbles argumentatively, a soft pout to his lips. “prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” he readjusts his position on the couch, the movement causing you to tilt toward his lap. you quickly pull away so as to avoid any further awkwardness between the two of you, but he just slips his hand into the back pocket of your shorts and brings you to rest fully on his lap.
“there,” he whispers, a satisfied grin pulling at his lips.
your face heats at the contact. you’ve never been this close to him before, the most you’ve ever done was hold hands or playfully punch his shoulder, but this is a completely different territory for you and you aren’t sure what to do. the close proximity allows you to scan his features: the strong brows and constellation of moles that dot his face, the soft pink lips and wide brown eyes that shine a melted caramel in the lamplight around you.
you clear your throat softly and stand up but steve stops you before you can take a step further.
“where are you going?” he pouts, hands reaching for you as you pull away. he looks so adorable like this, so unlike his usual cool self that you can’t help but giggle to yourself.
you clasp his hands in yours gently before lowering them back to his lap. “just going to grab you a water, harrington. i’ll be right back.”
he reaches for you again, this time hooking his fingers into your belt loops to tug you toward him and in between his spread legs. “but i’ll miss you.”
you bite your lip to suppress a smile, his childish antics alighting your chest in gooey warmth and sunshine. “i’ll be right back,” you assure him. “you won’t even notice i’m gone.”
he quickly shakes his head back and forth, causing the mop of messy brown hair to flop around and fall into his eyes.
you chuckle before tenderly brushing it back and meeting his gaze. with a defeated sigh, you ask another partygoer nearby to pass you a bottle of water from the cooler without you having to move away from steve.
bottle in hand, you wipe off the condensation and twist open the cap, passing it to steve and watching as he takes a few gulps, adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater and hands it back to you to place on the table alongside his cup from earlier.
he nuzzles into your side, the warmth of his breath tickling your neck as he rests up against you, arms wrapped comfortably around your hips.
“thanks for taking care of me,” he whispers.
you smile to yourself as you rub his back, “always.”
ALSO hi congratulations on 1K !!!! so so well deserved, your writing has me so down terrible and I adore it as much as I adore u 🫶 for your 1K celebration, may I request “was that your first kiss?” with Stevie?! 🥹
RI my bestie i love u ofc <333
Steve Harrington x female reader
“Was that your first kiss?”
cw: mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption
Spin the bottle. Arguably the dumbest game on Earth. At least in your humble opinion. You and your friends had graduated high school, you would think everyone would be past this game. But get some alcohol into you and your friend group, and Robin was claiming spin the bottle was the best idea she’s had all night.
You were sitting next to Steve, knee nudged against his jean-clad one. Despite being newer to the group, you had already developed a crush on Steve. And everyone was aware of it, except for the man himself.
Robin shares a knowing glance with Nancy sliding the bottle to Steve, and quirking an eyebrow.
“You first Harrington.”
He swallows harshly, nodding before sliding the bottle, hard.
It spins the circle a couple of times before slowly stopping directly in front of you.
A cherry-hue climbs up his neck and cheeks, fingers fumbling awkwardly through his hair. “We don’t have to—”
“Yes! Yes you do!” Robin leans over Steve, slurring just the slightest bit. “Rules are rules.”
“It’s fine Steve,” You’re smiling now, your own cheeks growing warm under his gaze. “Rules are rules.”
He shifts forward on his knees, crouching down to cup your face, before carefully depositing a gentle kiss to your lips.
Your friends cheer and giggle dramatically, Eddie going as far as clapping when you pull away.
You’re embarrassed, shifting your gaze around the room, but Steve’s stare is still stuck on you.
“Hey, come with me for a second.” He says, grabbing your hand and carefully tugging you up off the floor. Ignoring the whistles from everyone, Steve tugs you out onto his porch, cool night air surrounding you, sweet relief to your hot cheeks.
“Listen,” He sighs heavily, looking anywhere but you. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I just wanted Robin to shut up and was that your first kiss by the way? I swear if it was I’m gonna feel like such an ass and—”
You cut him off by kissing him, swallowing whatever words he’d been about to say.
“Steve,” You smile, pulling away. “It’s okay.”
“So Robin was right.” He smiles smugly. “You do like me.”
“Hate,” You correct teasingly. “Can’t stand you actually. And no, that was not my first kiss.”
LOLA WONDERFUL LOLA I am up to: “I’m not, fuck ____,” He sighs, running his hand down his face. “I was joking, okay? I don’t want any other girls; I just want you.” In illicit affairs and HOHHH MY GOD I HAD TO PUT DOWN MY PHONE AND SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW, BRO 😭🫶 I don’t want this fic to be over it’s so fucking good the concept the details the way you’ve written it I am wailing and crying and God okay I’m gonna go keep reading but I just needed to come here and yell for a second I love u
RI!!!!!! i am genuinely tearing up this means the actual whole fucking world to me that u liked it this much and are telling me about it! U CAN ALWAYS COME AND YELL ABOUT FICS TO ME ugh i love u
