Steve Harrington who is absolutely in love and obsessed with his girlfriend. You're all he thinks about-Everything reminds him of his favorite person! He sees a plush toy of your favorite animal? He buys it without a second thought. Cassette of your favorite artist? Bought. Flowers in your favorite color? Bought!
"They reminded me of you-They didn't have your favorite flower, but they had your favorite color! You're hell-of-a-lot prettier though"
Steve Harrington who no matter what job he was at, he turned it into a love language for you. At Scoops Ahoy you always got free ice cream. That whole summer you were cooled down by free frozen treats and then warmed back up by his sweet compliments. When he was at Family Video? He rarely charged you. Sneaking you free rentals and candy, flirting with you in the isle after you so kindly asked for a movie recommendation-when you know he was just going to suggest re-watching Top Gun together. "come on, it's a good movie..just come to my place, we can watch it together.."
All giggly when he would scold you about forgetting to rewind your tapes. "Come on, I know you know how to rewind these things" he would murmur when you came in to return the tapes, "I like making you work hard" you teased in response. "Oh ha ha-real funny."
Even working for the radio-WSKQ, Steve Harrington made it known how much he was in love with you-Making a little dramatic announcement saying "And a favorite of mine, for my favorite girl who always 'Take's My Breath Away" ...He does it at least once a shift-many people are annoyed with him for it.
Steve Harrington is just such boyfriend material! Loving, talkative, thoughtful, such an obsessed little freak. You are always stuck in his mind, and because of that, you're stuck with him forever! How could you ever want to leave?
I love Steve soso much!! Happy Stranger Things Eve!! <3
(Don’t expect to hear from me if he gets killed off !!)
I need a blurb or something about S5 Steve offering his gf!reader to Johnathan pretty please!
Shared Responsibility ♪‧₊
₊˚✩ Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x Reader
₊˚✩ After the events of the Upside Down, all Jonathan Byers wanted was peace. Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have picked up a gig at the WSQK if he knew it meant being so close to Steve Harrington all the damn time. Worse, being close to you, Steve’s newest girlfriend. Call him a perv, but he just can’t help but stare when you wear that pretty little dress. Steve, always the gentlemen, decides even former enemies deserve a chance to taste his sweet angel.
₊˚✩ ~2.1K wc one shot. Basically just smut tbh. No use of Y/N.
₊˚✩ tags - MDNI 18+: (AFAB reader (she/her), (smut), (dub-con), (oral fem receiving), (brief guy on guy oral), (vaginal fingering), (cock-stroking), (light spanking), (semi-public nudity), (bisexual themes?), (dominate slightly mean Steve), (Big Dick Steve Harrington), (sub reader), (sub/inexperienced Jonathan) (nipple and tit play), (fluids - just spit and cum), (slight degradation,) (fem nicknames), (voyeurism) - lemme know if I missed any.
₊˚✩ Ahh my first time writing! Thank you for the suggestion! Warning for weird punctuation since my phone loves autocorrecting periods to commas.
I wasn’t sure how much smut you wanted, anon...so I may do a part two where it’s just porn no plot later on if y’all want :)
STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST ♡
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“Get a good enough look, Byers?” Steve snorted, holding you against his chest, “How many times do I have to ask you to stop staring at my girlfriend?”
Jonathan looked away. He knew taking this stupid job at WSQK would be a terrible idea, but he’d let his mom convince him into it as a way to distract from his breakup with Nancy. Not to mention that he definitely needed some cash to save up for his move to New York. He figured ‘radio technician’ would look pretty spiffy on a resume. What he hadn’t accounted for was the difficulty of working so closely with Steve Harrington.
“I wasn’t looking at anything. It’s a small recording booth, Harrington. My eyes just land-”
“On my girl’s ass,” Steve corrected, “cause it might be a small space, but I don’t think I ever catch you looking at Buckley’s ass like that.”
Robin turned her focus away from her nightly task of filing vinyls across the room, “Rude! I am right here!”
Steve waved her off before turning his focus back to you, “I suppose some people just can’t help it, huh, baby? You are looking so cute in that dress I bought ya after all,” he cooed, pulling you onto his lap so you would subtly feel his cock hardening in his jeans. The man was insatiable and seemed to love a good tease at the worst of times. You know he loved to see you squirm. He’d do almost anything to make you blush, and it usually worked.
“I actually do love this dress,” you added, running your fingers over the soft velvet material. “I appreciate you picking red instead of blue this time.”
Jonathan snorted from across the room, more focused on you and Steve than on helping Robin catalogue music. “Wait, Harrington buys your clothes?”
“Sometimes,” you say shyly, “ he’s a man of good taste,” which wasn’t a lie.
Steve had spoiled you the moment you two had become official. Fancy date nights, shopping sprees, flowers, chocolate, and anything else that would make you happy. He’d fallen hard for you. The fact you were so beautiful… so sweet and smart, was like a reward from the universe for dealing with all the craziness that was living in Hawkins. He would do anything in his power to make sure you were taken care of. It gave him a sense of normalcy, being a doting boyfriend. Why wouldn’t he want to show you off?
“Who knew ‘Steve Harrington has good taste’…” Jonathan mumbled, shaking his head as he roughly shoved more records into the shelves, “Is that why he purposely buys you dresses that are way too short?”
The air was now heavy with unspoken tension as Jonathan and Steve exchanged a glance you couldn’t quite interpret. You knew the two of them have had spats in the past, but neither your boyfriend nor Jonathan was ever willing to explain what exactly had transpired between them over the years.
“Break time!!” Robin declared loudly, as she sat down her pile of unsorted records. She awkwardly skipped out of the recording room in an attempt to avoid the inevitable drama that always ensued when Steve and Jonathan started bickering over women.
You remained frozen, now suddenly self conscious, looking down at the dress that barely reached your mid-thigh. It was quite short for the weather, but Steve insisted it was worth the few extra eyes checking you out constantly. Steve's large hands gripped your hips, rough fingers kneading through the velvet, “What is this, Byers, the 50’s? We’re all adults here. Nothin’ wrong with a bit of skin.”
You nodded eagerly in agreement, looking to Steve. His brown eyes softened when they met yours for a moment, as you enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath gracing your forehead. Steve gently pulled your legs onto his lap, cradling you close on the cramped sofa. His fingers rhythmically moved up and down your legs, searching for any bit of exposed skin he could claim. His gaze eventually drifted towards Jonathan now, pairing it with that signature lopsided smirk Steve Harrington was infamous for, “and so what if I like to dress her in revealing clothes! Might as well show the world what it’s missing out on, yeah?”
Jonathan shook his head, pretending to be occupied with his cardigan sleeve, fidgeting mindlessly with the buttons. Unbeknownst to you, Steve reveled in Jonathan's jealousy. He sincerely loved everything about you, but there was a satisfaction that came with having a woman that everyone lusted for. Someone that his past rival so obviously wanted but couldn’t have. Perhaps it was leftover resentment from the Nancy drama back in high school, or maybe just a need for a sense of control Steve had yearned for.
Either way, the look on Jonathan's face as Steve began to slowly moved your dress up your plush thighs, over your hips and up to your waist was priceless. He adjusted the velvet material, making sure the full view of your ass was now explicitly exposed to the room. Jonathan’s eyes widened as you were now basically on display to him, the soft flesh of your round ass cheeks barely covered by the white silk of your thong. Steve’s voice came out lower this time, just above a growl as he gripped your ass like a prize. Every move he made was deliberate, keeping everything as visible to Jonathan as possible, “I’ll ask you again, Byers. Get a good enough look at my girl, yet?”
“I-... Jesus Christ,” Jonathan immediately turned away, focusing his gaze anywhere but where his now throbbing cock was begging him to look, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Harrington?”
“Nothing is wrong with me. Princess here doesn’t mind being shown off, is all.” Steve said, his calloused hand immediately landing on your right ass cheek with a hard smack. You let out a whimper, though you had always been one to enjoy pain, especially when it was given to you so lovingly by Steve.
Your sweet whimper almost made Jonathan break, who was now glancing back at you, eyes peaking over shyly from under his long bangs. No. This is wrong. Look at the floor. The ceiling. Anywhere else, his mind yelled. Yet, he took a tentative step towards you both, seemingly unable to control his actions, “Why are you doing this?”
“Cause she’s fucking hot and I know there's a little freaky pervert in you who wants what I have,” Steve said blankly, “plus my babygirl can be a bit cock-hungry at times.“
“Cock-hungry?” Jonathan laughed loudly, his mind barely functioning due to the dream worthy scene in-front of him, “you-you’re out of your goddamn mind, Harrington. You’re just fucking with me, again. Haha. Not funny,” he spat.
Still, his words didn’t seem to hold much weight as Jonathan’s gaze was fixated entirely on what was now unfolding in front of him. Steve had adjusted you on his lap, with your back against his chest and your legs sprawled on top of his. You were now facing out, the most intimate parts of you an alluring offering to Jonathan.
Steve's fingers moved from your ass towards your inner thigh. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear between soft bites to your neck. His index and middle finger traced upward to your core, “being such a good girl, baby. Look how pretty you are all spread out for us. Want Jonathan to make you feel good, princess? I bet he will. You can be such a good whore when I allow it, huh?”
You moaned something that sounded like a ‘yes’, but the scene was almost too erotic for you to think clearly. Steve's large fingers moved the string of your thong to the side, finally exposing you completely to Jonathan. You heard the other man's breath catch as he watched Steve caress up and down your folds, “God, she’s so wet, Byers. Guess Princess turns into a bit of a slut when you’re around. Go figure.” Steve chuckled, slapping the inside of your thigh as punishment for being a such a whore before his fingers eventually traveled back up to your pulsing core.
The tension in your stomach built as you felt Steve’s finger circle your needy hole. Ever the tease, Steve was. You could feel his cock almost bulging from his jeans under your ass. Jonathan’s pants also did little to conceal the arousal he was feeling, as well.
“Touch me, Jonathan,” you moaned. You’d never done this before, and it was unlike you to be so desperate while so vulnerable, but the softness and warmth Jonathan had shown you these past few months made you let go of all shame, “please?”
Jonathan's pupils dilated, looking between your pretty pussy and Steve, smirking arrogantly behind you.
“You heard the girl,” Steve chuckled, still tracing your entrance and clit with his fingers, “you wanna just watch or do you want to stop being a little bitch and get in on this, too?”
“Fuck you, Harrington,” Jonathan muttered before he shed his cardigan askew on the floor. Before you knew it, Jonathan was quickly on his knees, pulling your legs around his head and pushing his face desperately into your soaking cunt.
Your moans echoed through the recording booth as your slim fingers immediately began lacing through Jonathan's soft locks. He was devouring you in a way you haven’t felt before. Like your juices were the only thing that could quench his thirst. But even in his lust, he was thoughtful. Gentle, almost. Unlike Steve, who dominated every inch of you to achieve maximal orgasm, Johnathan was worshipping your pussy. He moaned into it, palming his length still confined in his jeans as his tongue traced through your folds to find your clit. His voice was muffled by his now swollen lips, which have gently encompassed your bundle of nerves, sucking and licking slowly.
It felt new. It felt taboo, but dear god, you’d be lying if you hadn’t ever dreamt of being fucked by the two of them. Hopefully, you wouldn’t have to dream too much longer.
Steve let out a low growl at the scene, thoroughly impressed with Jonathan's gall. Steve pushed down the straps of your dress, his large hands grabbing both of your breasts as he palmed them. His thumbs twisted and pinched your nipples, watching them perk up with excitement, “Good job, Byers. That was a real pretty moan you got out of Princess, there. I’m impressed. Your mouth is useful for something other than whining, for once.”
Jonathan’s eyes looked up at you, hazy with arousal, before his eyes moved to Steve’s, filled with the same want. He reluctantly pulled back, catching his breath. Jonathan didn’t bother removing his silver rings as busy fingers began to spread open your glistening folds, mesmerized by your clit before murmuring, “No woman has ever let me do this before. Not even-... God, I-…” he chuckled, shaking his head as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, causing your legs to shake on his shoulders.
He gently placed his fingers inside your enterance, eye fluttering as the warm walls of your pussy wrapped around him. He moved his middle and ring fingers in more until his rings forced him to stop.
He leaned back down, pumping in and out of you as your cunt became soaked again, leaking down his fingers. His lips gently kissed the soft inside of your thighs, legs still dangling over his shoulders. His movements were reverent as he kept his eyes on the wet mess he’d proudly made, “holy shit,” Jonathan mumbled, eliciting a soft whimper when he pulled his fingers out in an effort to not pass out from adrenaline.
Jonathan’s one and only ex was rather conservative in the bedroom, making the scene before him feel like it was straight out of his darkest fantasies he was way too embarrassed to ever speak of. Most usually involving you, and sometimes Steve. But here, there wasn’t any shame. Just want.
Steve chuckled deeply into your neck, glancing at Jonathan as he continued to work on a particularly big hickie, his grip never leaving your tits. Always the boob man, Harrington was, “Yeah, it’s pretty great. You’ve been missin’ out, bud. Especially Sweet Girl, here. She’s very reactive. Gets my ego goin’ pretty high.”
Jonathan let out a soft laugh in affirmation before leaning back into you and taking one long lick from your entrance back up to your clit once more. His tongue was flat, placing pressure almost painstakingly against all the right nerves as he all but consumed you.
“Fuuuuuuccckkkkk,” you cried out, gripping onto Steve’s tanned biceps that were now wrapped protectively around you as you rode through your first of many orgasms. Both men let out stifled moans in approval of your pleasure.
With a quick movement, Steve moved your body off of him and back onto the sofa. You completely lost yourself for a moment, the scene in front of you mingling with the intoxication of endorphins, leaving you in a warm bliss. The sound of The Police record spinning on the Squak turntable was the only thing keeping you semi-grounded in the moment.
His large fingers carded through his sweaty hair as Steve let out a snort, “She cums once and is decommissioned for a minute, my poor baby,” he flashed you a teasing smile, shaking his head as he turned back to Jonathan, who was looking just as glassy-eyed as he had been a minute ago.
“Aye. Eyes on me, Byers.” Steve chuckled, gently tapping Jonathan's cheeks.
Jonathan snapped out of his pussy-drunk state, “I-… sorry.”
“Huh. Good boy,” Steve nodded in approval, unbuckling his jeans. “You said you’ve never eaten a girl out before?”
The question earned a flush of warmth to Jonathan’s cheeks, “Uhm, no. Not until now,” he said, throwing a shy glance your way as your naked body was sprawled out so beautifully on the worn sofa.
Steve pushed down his jeans and belt, taking his black Hanes briefs along with them. Jonathan had heard the rumor that Steve was packing. Hell, all of Hawkins had to have known about Steve “Big Dick” Harrington at this point, but the cock that was in front of his eyes right now was nothing short of porn-esque.
Steve pumped himself slowly, his large hand barely wrapping around the thickness of his cock. If it weren’t for the sight of pearled precum gathering at the tip, it would be Steve’s natural heady musk that drew Jonathan under the Harrington spell. Steve’s voice growled lowly, looking down at Jonathan, still kneeling below him, “Looks like tonight is gonna be a lot of firsts for you, huh, Byers?” his words taunted, Steve's thumb wiping the remaining sweet juices of you off Jonathan's lips.
“Sweetheart? C’mere, babygirl,” Steve exhaled, pulling your legs closer to him, “I want to fuck you with my fingers while you watch Jonathan and me try something new,” Steve smiled, sucking your cum from his thumb, “Can you do that for us? I promise Jonathan and I will play with you again if you’re good… maybe at the same time…if your pretty holes can take it, of course,” he winked.
You immediately blushed once again, pink cheeks glowing as you adjusted your position close enough for Steve to caress your skin once more.
Steve laughed, turning to Jonathan. “hear that, Byers? If you make me come, I’ll let you fuck my girl.”
“Is that a challenge, Harrington? Cause you seem to be enjoying this more than I expected.”
Steve let out a loud scoff before turning to wink at you. He began taking off his shirt to reveal his heavy torso, tuffs of brunette chest hair curling about. Steve’s fingers gently touched Jonathan’s cheek, tracing down to his lips.
“Pretty,” Steve began, dipping the fingers inside Jonathan’s mouth, eliciting another moan from the man as they gently pushed towards the back of his throat.
“Shh. I’m just getting you warmed up, don’t get too excited,” Steve chided, “although you do look rather pathetic right now, Byers. Looks good on you.”
Steve’s large fingers, now slick with Jonathan’s saliva, were finally removed from Jonathan’s mouth before he gently placing them into your warm, aching cunt once more. You tried your best to focus on your own upcoming orgasm, but it was quite distracting watching Jonathan stick out his swollen tongue, a look of concentration in his eyes as he assessed Steve’s massive length for the best starting point before applying the same technique he’d done to you. One long, pressured lick from Steve’s balls to his tip, using a rather visible vein as his guide.
Steve tried to hold back a moan of ecstasy, but the pleasure of the moment seemed too much, even for him. Your boyfriend smiled, turning towards you with that spark of cockiness that always twinkled in his eyes during sex. “Mmm... see, babygirl? I told you the dress looks good on you!”
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Dustin's Older Sister!Reader
Summary: Robin sends Steve on an errand at Hawkins Music store, and he runs into Dustin's older sister. After not seeing her since his graduation from high school, he notices she seems different. Why has Dustin never tried to set them up?
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.8K
A/N: heyyy part 2!! glad you guys are liking it!! also, sorry i know it's an x reader fic, but since it's Dustin's sister I did add a couple things in to signify their relation, but not too much, just eye color and hair! also, pretend timelines aren't a thing, i was struggling with good music release dates. Let me know what you guys think, and if you have any recommendations for other fics!! I'm thinking of maybe writing a Mike fic, and maybe some Byler too idk. What are y'all thinking of the new trailer????? My christmas countdown is just a vol. 2 countdown atp.
Masterlist
Steve found himself in the parking lot of Hawkins Music again just a week later. Thanks to Y/N, Robin didn't chew Steve out when he got back to the station with the right cassette tape. Still, she didn't trust him to make any other runs to the store if she was able to go herself. Today though, Robin hadn't sent him on an errand, and Steve still found himself driving to the music store. He made more effort in his appearance today, too. Steve never left the house with putting some effort in, but today he took even more time than usual, draining more hairspray from the can than usual. He hadn't used this much hairspray probably since high school.
Looking in his rearview mirror, he ran his hands through his hair one last time, making sure he had no stray hairs sticking out, before getting out of his car and making his way towards the front door. As he opened the door, the bell signaling his entrance, he noticed Y/N in the same spot she was the last time he saw her. She looked different today. Her hair was in a high ponytail, a dark green scrunchie holding it together, with some loose hairs falling around her face by her ears. Steve noticed she had more jewelry on today, too--big gold hoops hanging from her ears and a pendant necklace resting high on her neck just above her collarbones. At the chime of the bell above the door, Y/N looked up from the book on the counter she was reading, giving Steve a small smile, which he returned tenfold.
"Hey, Steve. Robin send you on another errand?" She asked, the corner of her lips lifting up at her question. "Oh, um, yeah." Steve lied. "Nothing specific, though. She just asked me to go find some new music we don't have. Any recommendations?" He didn't know how else to start a conversation with her. The only things he knew they had in common were Dustin and Jonathan, and both topics were a total airball when he'd brought them up last week. He figured she must like music, considering her job, and he worked at a radio station, so he thought it would be safer. He still didn't know if she hated him or not, but he was leaning towards yes, so he thought the only way he could get her to talk to him was if it was under the guise of the radio station.
"Yeah, I've always got recommendations. I wish I could recommend Michael Jackson's new album, but with the quarantine it'll be months before we get it, like the album you got last week. Any genre in specific you're looking for?" She asks, a smile still on her face. Steve unfortunately hadn't thought this far. Robin always got the "new" releases, at least new in Hawkins terms, right when they got into town. Steve also had no clue what they actually had in their repertoire at the station, he just put in whatever tape Robin told him to. He never thought to memorize all of their collection. "Um, not really. She just told me to get something good we don't already have. Sorry, I didn't think to look at our collection, I just thought.. I don't know just tell me what music you like." He gave a crooked smile. Y/N squinted her eyes at him, a look signaling she knew he was lying, but she didn't say anything. "Okay, let me see what I can do. Wanna look around with me?" She gave him a smile, and he could see a slight notion of humor behind her dark eyes. He nodded, following her as she walked from behind the counter.
She ditched the jeans today, a park of dark denim shorts covering her legs. He let his eyes drift a little further today, scanning over her entirety as she walked in front of him. Dustin's face flashed in his mind as he did so, a warning he knew Dustin would give him if he were there. Don't even think about it Harrington. Off. Limits. Steve imagined himself shoving Dustin's face away, ignoring his warnings. He should probably listen, but he chose not to care about the likely bad outcome.
He followed Y/N as she walked around the store, scanning the shelves for an album for Steve. She turned around, her ponytail whipping as she did so, and looked up at Steve, "You want a cassette again, right?" She stopped walking, looking to Steve for his answer. "Yeah, that'd be great." He tried to think of a flirty response, but he was grossly out of practice. Ever since working at the station, a place with no customers, the only women he was ever around were Robin, Nancy, and Joyce--all women he had no business practicing his flirting skills on. Not that his flirting skills were any good at Family Video or Scoops Ahoy, either, but now they were pretty much nonexistent. Y/N just nodded, turning around to continue scanning the shelves.
Eventually, she stopped at a shelf that had a big sign hanging above it from the ceiling, labeled "POP ROCK". She crouched down on the floor, her finger brushing over all the tapes before stopping on one on the bottom shelf. She pulled it out of it's spot, and stood up to present it to Steve. "Do you guys have this one? It's technically a movie soundtrack, but it's Bowie, so it's amazing. The movie is, too. Have you seen The Labyrinth yet?" She had a big smile on her face, clearly excited about the tape she had picked out for him. "No, not yet. Ever since I stopped working at the video store, I haven't gotten to watch as many movies. Lost my benefits." Steve said with a laugh, before continuing, "I've heard it's good, though. I think Robin watched it with a date a few weeks ago. Who doesn't love Bowie, though? I'll take it." He rambled. Clearly she liked the movie and the soundtrack, and he wanted to show her he was really interested in it. And her. She excitedly nodded before walking towards the register with the tape.
Shit. They only had a few more minutes together before he lost his excuse to talk to her. Would it be weird if he asked to watch it with her? Probably. What if Dustin found out? He realized he'd stayed in his spot for too long when he heard Y/N ringing him up on the cash register, and quickly made his way to the counter.
As Steve approached the counter, he slid his arm across it, leaning against it, and popped his hip while watching her as she finished ringing him up. The register popped open, and she looked up at Steve to give him the total. As her eyes landed on him, her eyebrows shot up. "Your total is-- why the hell are you standing like that?" Her hand raised up to cover her mouth, trying to suppress a laugh, but it still slipped through. Steve quickly stood up, straightening his posture. He ran his hands over his shirt, awkwardly trying to smooth it out. "I was just uh-- getting comfortable-- No, yeah, I don't know, sorry. What was the total?" He ended his sentence with a big, awkward smile on his face, trying to save himself from further embarrassment. She just laughed again, shaking her head before telling him the total.
After handing Y/N the cash, they stood in silence, Steve watching her as she bagged the tape and printed his receipt. "So, is The Labyrinth still in theaters, or is it on VHS yet?" He asked her, trying to find a better excuse to spend time with her besides lying to her about being sent on an errand by Robin. She handed him his new tape, and looked up at Steve again, "Yeah, it's on VHS already! I actually just bought it for myself a few days ago. I can lend it to you once I finally get time to watch it, if you want." She offered, smiling at him still. Steve didn't want to watch it by himself, but didn't know how to ask her to watch it with him without sounding like he just wanted to sit in a dark room with her at one of their house. That would just make it sound like he wanted to get in her pants. He didn't want to say no, though, so he agreed. "Yeah, that'd be great! If you like it, I'm sure it's great. Thanks." She just nodded at him, a silence falling between them again. With nothing else to say, Steve started heading for the door.
As he opened the door, the familiar bell chiming above the door as he moved to leave the store, he stopped in his tracks. He turned to look at Y/N again, not wanting their conversation to end. "Do you want to maybe watch it together? Maybe tomorrow after my shift at the squawk? I have a shit attention span when watching movies alone, and if it's as good as you say it is, I want to really watch it." Before she could speak, Steve started again, "Like, totally in a chill, just movie-watching kinda way. If you don't want to it's totally fine, I can just come back next week and grab it from you if you don't want to. Or if you don't want to give it to me now, that's fine, too, I totally get it. Or-" She cut Steve off before he could ramble anymore. "I don't know, Steve. I've got plans with Jonathan and Nancy tomorrow. I don't know how he'd feel about me cancelling for...you. No offense or anything, I know he's dramatic about your guys' whole situation. He's just.." She trails off, squinting one eye in apprehension. Steve just drops his head, nodding solemnly in defeat. "Yeah, totally, totally, no worries, I get it. See ya around!" He waves awkwardly, trying to keep a positive attitude, not wanting her to see his obvious disappointment.
Steve turns around again, pushing the door open further to leave, before he hears Y/N speak up again. "Wait, Steve!" Steve stops in his tracks, turning around again to face her. "I'll cancel. He's cancelled on me plenty of times, he deserves a taste of his own medicine. I'd love to have someone to watch it with." Steve just smiles at her, and she starts again, "What time do you get off?"
