steve harrington x reader
you fawn over steve in a backwards hat while secretly dating him
w.c - 1k, fluff fluff fluff
I sat atop a counter, watching the hustle and bustle of the group around me in the basement of the WSQK. Nancy rummaging for bullets. Dustin throwing on a piece of gear. And Steve searching for a usable weapon. My eyes trained on that man, taking in his new look from head to toe. He looked good, there was no denying it, but the one thing I couldn’t tear my gaze from was that baseball cap.
He slammed a toolbox drawer shut, hefting something in his hand. Seemingly satisfied with the find, he moved toward me, as if instinctively sensing my stare. “You’re ignoring me,” he commented, the words drowned from the others’ ears by the ambient noise.
I pursed my lips in a smile, pleased with being at eye level for once. “This isn’t exactly the privacy of the backseat of your car.” I nodded upwards. “I like the hat, it’s different.”
A new voice popped up beside him, startling us both. “Gotta go out in style while you determine the fate of the world.”
Steve glared at Dustin. “I’m sorry, what are you exactly, a weed?”
The boy spread out his arms, taking in his leafy army attire. “It’s a gillysuit,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Ok well, go gilly your suit somewhere else.”
Dustin rolled his eyes and spun away, but not without throwing up a finger at Steve’s back. I threw one up in return, only for the jokes. “Woah- Careful with that.” Steve grabbed my hand, forcing my attention on him. I chuckled, becoming warm under his touch. He fidgeted with my fingers, until they interlocked with his. I lowered our hands, out of sight of the others.
I glanced up at him, taking in the intense look of adoration in his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”
A glint of amusement flickered across his face. “Like what?”
“Like I’m paranoid.” I lied.
He laughed, a sound that sent butterflies flying through me. “I’m not looking at you like that.”
“Then what are you look at me like?
I held back another broad smile. “Well, I have a not-so-secret secret.” I paused for effect. He raised his eyebrows impatiently. “I really like that hat.” A giggle escaped me, and I felt my cheeks go hot.
“You want it?” he teased knowingly.
I jokingly glared at him, “No.”
“Ah, okay,” he grinned. His hand reached up, and the next thing I knew, the cap smashed against my head.
“Uh, no,” I imitated him. “I like it on you.”
“Oh on me,” he drawled. “Should’ve said so.”
I rolled my eyes, “You’re ridiculous.”
He chewed his lip, as if about to seriously debate that statement. But he only replied with, “Mmm, okay.” I pulled the hat off and slammed it on him. “Not the hair!” he groaned, fixing the accessory.
A laugh escaped me. “You’ll live.” My eyes wandered over his shoulder, as I realized people began shuffling their way up the stairs and out of the basement. “Everyone’s going up,” I pointed out.
“I’ll be the last one,” he shrugged.
“You’ll be late, that’s not really a good look.”
“According to you, I am the good look, so I have that covered.”
I snorted, “I never said that.”
“I said I liked the hat.”
“I feel like you’re lying.”
“Okay well,” a smirk pulled at his lip. “You tell me the truth, and I’ll share my secret.”
I watched as Joyce, the final party member, escaped up the stairs. I bit my lip, suppressing a smile. “Fine. I… Might love that hat.” I raised my eyebrows, voice turning low. “What’s your secret Harrington?”
I barely finished the sentence before his lips found mine. A noise of surprise escaped me, but it quickly became lost in the reveling of him against me. I took a breath, barely parting from him. “I take it back,” I mumbled. “I adore that hat.”
His hands latched around my waist as if those simple words awakened something deeper in him. He pulled me against him, my legs wrapped around him, as his mouth devoured me, finding every spare inch of my skin. It had been far, far too long since we had experienced a moment like this.
