Summary: You watched as Steve Harrington sat in the driver's seat of a car with two girls closely next to him. And then what? Go read!
CW/Disclaimer: There's alcohol involved, doesn't have to do with Steve or reader though. But drunk people are around.
Author's note: Just a little blurb based of a dream I had :)
Words: 1326
It was a mediocre festival. Small, music okayish but not great, and above all… in your town, where nothing exciting ever happened.
You watched as Steve Harrington sat in the driver's seat of a car with two girls closely next to him, one nudging herself in between from the backseat. The girls were having the time of their lives it seemed, and you couldn’t blame them. It felt obvious that they knew.
Steve on the other hand, looked less than impressed. You recognized his fake smile (why did you recognize his fake smile?) and it seemed that he was trying to convince them to leave the car. Eventually, he reached a limit for their giggles and got up to get them out. One girl followed, stumbling out of the car and the other got some help for her friend. Steve looked around for, perhaps a place he could take them to safely? You didn’t know. But when your eyes met his, you did realize that you had been staring for way too long.
You opened and closed your mouth nervously and looked away, but it was too late. With big steps he approached you, girls in tow.
“Hey, do you know any hotels around here?”
Your mind completely blanked.
“Uh… uh there’s one nearby, I think, if that still exists…” you rambled, trying to get out a useful response for him. Steve nodded. Waited.
“I’ll look it up, hang on.”
Steve took another step closer and turned slightly so he could look along with you. In the meantime, one of the girls had slipped and fell to the ground, dragging the other one along with her with lots of giggles.
Steve sighed quietly and his mouth was close enough to your ear to hear him lick his lips.
“Your friends?” You asked softly. Steve huffed a laugh and shook his head.
“Nah, not really.”
“You’re sweet for taking care of them, then.”
And you meant it. Trying to help out strangers was a rarity nowadays.
“Figured I might as well, and I also need a room it turns out,” Steve shrugged. You handed him the phone number to call and stuck around while he discussed it. From the sound of it he managed to get a room. Just one, though. Would he stay… with them? When he hung up, he grimaced.
“Just one room left.”
“Oh, that sucks,” you said emphatically. Steve shrugged and gave you an easy smile. “Guess I gotta dance until the sun comes up,” he mused.
“That’s a looong way to go still.” You chuckled and he followed along as you wordlessly got one of the girls in your arms. Somehow it had been silently decided you were gonna help him.
“Yeah, but I’ve got some company, right?” Steve looked at you, gently bit down on his lip with a smile as he tried to make an angelic face.
“I think they will be out like a light as soon as they hit the bed,” you responded, trying to slightly tease him. Steve snorted and poked your arm with his finger, as if he didn’t need all his strength to hold up this girl like you did.
“You know I meant you.”
“Perhaps I did.”
Getting them into the rooms required some effort, and the hotel clearly wasn’t happy with the ordeal but you considered yourselves lucky that the girl behind the desk really didn’t seem to want to step in. When one of the girls asked for Steve’s number he politely declined and wished both of them a good night, whereas you were already waiting outside in the hall.
“So… what’s good around here?” Steve asked, leaning sideways against the wall, arms crossed and looking at you with a lopsided smile.
“Uh… well, not much?” you giggle when nothing comes to mind. Steve hums and pushes himself off the wall, nodding ahead of him so you go along.
“Then let’s find a huge chunk of grass and watch some stars. They’re always around.”
“Except when it’s cl—”
“Shush! Don’t jinx it, dude,” he laughed, giving you an elbow nudge. As you made your way outside, you directed him to a nearby forest that had a huge open spot in the middle. You’d never go there by yourself and honestly, shouldn’t be going there with a stranger either but, gosh… What a way to die, right?
“Hey, I actually don’t know your name yet, I’m Steve.”
“I’m Y/N,” you told him, accepting the hand he held out. Steve smiled and brushed his thumb over your knuckles before letting go.
“Hi Y/N,” he said softly. “Thanks for helping out earlier, by the way. Didn’t expect that. Very welcome though.”
“Kinda felt inspired by your selflessness, I guess.”
“Who says I wasn’t doing it to impress you?” Steve said, wiggling his eyebrows before laughing again. “I mean, it would be original.”
“Sure would. I guess it’s more original than inviting me to the woods in the middle of the night,” you muttered, causing Steve to grimace.
“That’s actually really fucking creepy isn’t it?”
“I guess it should be, would it not for the fact that I opted this place.”
“Oh, right. Wait…”
Steve narrowed his eyes at you.
“Are you gonna murder me in those woods?”
You laughed.
“Yeah, I’ve got my ax and plastic bags waiting near a familiar tree stump.”
“Damn, you really thought this through, huh?” Steve asked with a chuckle.
“I sure did! Always come prepared.”
When you arrived at the open spot, Steve immediately took off his jacket and placed it down. It was big enough for the two of you to rest your head on if you lay close together.
“Won’t you be cold?” you asked.
Steve shrugged.
“Might have to snuggle you a bit if I do.”
“Gonna steal all my warmth?” you asked, while also trying to keep your breathing level and your mind in one piece. Steve hummed warmly and you could feel him turn his head towards you.
“Might try sooner than later,” he mumbled. He shifted his body, moving to lay on his side when suddenly—
Rain. Lots of rain.
You both laughed and scrambled up quickly, instantly realizing that the walk back to any type of shelter would be way too long for you to not get soaked. Still, Steve tried his best and held his jacket above his head, motioning for you to grab the other ends as he stood in front of you.
You could barely make out his face now that it was partially shielded from the moonlight, but his smile was evident. As well as the rain gliding down his arm from the angle with which he held up his jacket. Neither of you moved just yet.
He watched you, his breathing coming a little fast from the sudden movement, and his smile slowly grew wider. With ease, he leaned in, softly pressing his chapped lips against yours, the plush of them still soft despite the rough edges. You kissed him back, suppressing your own smile. Steve dropped the jacket in favor of holding your waist and your hands ended up on his back and in his hair. The jacket rested mostly on your heads and a chuckle escaped his lips when he felt the rain soak his shirt from behind. He threw the jacket off with one hand so he had more freedom to move around, cup your cheeks (one of each) and explore your mouth with his tongue.
A soft gasp escaped you as his lips followed your jawline, right up to your ear when his whisper distracted you despite the loudness of the rain.
“You’ve got a place?”
“Mhm, came here on my bike though,” you sighed as you craned your neck. He got lost in kissing your neck for a bit before he responded.
“I’ll cycle? You on the carrier?”
You nodded.
“Sounds good.”
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