☆ celestial — steve harrington x reader
info : bff2l!steve harrington x reader !!! steve is such a cutie poopie head !!!! i tried making this like Good or wtv but lowkey it just comes off as really cringy but just know that i put my whole heart and ass into this instead of sleeping before a flight that i have in like 5 hours 💖💖 also the pacing is ass but they're just reallyyyy into each other TRUST 🤞
You tap your thighs to the beat of the song Steve has put on in the car. It’s a familiar tune, but you don’t quite remember its name. Steve hums along softly, nodding his head to the song, and you steal a glance at him without turning your head. The harsh light of the nearby street lamp, its glow softened by the misty night, glides over his face, casting a warm, golden hue. It’s as if he’s a rogue star pulled down to Earth from the night sky, his features illuminated with a soft, ethereal light.
You lower your gaze, your hands resting on your thighs, and sigh. You hear shuffling on Steve’s side of the car, and the song pauses. You look back up at him, and he seems almost concerned.
“Everything okay?” His hand reaches up to rest on your shoulder.
Your chest tightens, and your heart rate picks up at the contact. You take a deep breath and attempt to compose yourself before responding. “Yeah, all good. ‘M just thinking.”
He shifts in his seat to face you properly. You can tell his position is uncomfortable, but unintentionally smile at how caring he is. He retracts his hand, and the car suddenly feels ten degrees colder. “What’s up?”
You force out a laugh. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
He cocks his head to the side slightly, and his hand moves to rest on your thigh. Your breath gets caught in your throat for a second at the unexpected contact. “Come on, [Y/N]. You know you can tell me anything.”
“I know,” you mutter, staring at his hand on your leg. “It’s just that… sometimes… this is all a little much for me.” Your voice is soft, almost a whisper.
Your admission stuns Steve into silence for a couple of seconds.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, like… this whole ‘taking me on late-night drives’ thing. And taking me out to dinner as ‘friends.’ And buying me books. It’s too much,” you confess.
You finally look back up at Steve, and he looks sadder than you’ve ever seen him. The light that once shone on him dims and almost shines blue. He bites his lower lip, seemingly contemplating something. His eyes aren’t on you anymore, and he retracts his hand again.
“Oh,” he says softly. “I thought… y’know what? Nevermind. Do you want me to drop you home?”
Your eyes widen. He’s completely misunderstood what you said.
You place your hand up as if to stop him from doing anything. “No, Steve, I want to stay. What I meant is, it’s too much knowing that we’re,” you pause, trying to muster up as much courage as you can, “just friends.”
Before you can stop yourself, you glance at Steve, who now has a practically earsplitting grin. His hands reach up to cup your cheeks, and he lightly tugs your face closer to his.
“Oh, sweetheart, if you wanted to be more than friends, you just had to say so,” he murmurs. Your stomach practically flips at his words and tone, and he pulls you an inch closer to him. Your noses are almost touching, and you watch his gaze flicker down to your lips.
“Are you going to kiss me, Steve?” Your voice comes out breathy and unstable, and Steve takes your words as a sign of confirmation.
He leans in, sealing his lips with yours. He kisses you passionately with the amount of patience of a man starved. His lips are hot on yours—practically burning—and you feel like the luckiest person alive to be experiencing Steve Harrington in all his glory.
One of his hands remains on your cheek while the other slides down to the back of your neck for more leverage. Your hands raise to his hair, and you card your fingers through it. He deepens the kiss, leaning slightly forward into you, and you feel like he’s almost stealing your breath. The car seems to disappear, as does the rest of the town. The two of you are in your own galaxy, lost in the moment.
Needing oxygen, you break apart, both of you practically gasping for air. As you calm down, you both lean in once more, this time letting your forehead rest against his. “That was…” you whisper, unable to complete your sentence. All coherent thoughts have since escaped you.
“You are the best thing to ever happen to me,” Steve whispers back. His breath is warm against your face and contrasts the cool night air that still seeps in from the outside world.
You redden and duck your head down so he can’t see your face. His fingers touch the bottom of your chin, and you lift your head so you’re level with him again. “Be my girlfriend?” His voice is small, unlike the usually confident Steve Harrington you know.
Your lips curve into a small smile, and you lean in for another kiss, much more gentle and soft than the first. It only lasts a few seconds, but when you pull back, you whisper, “Yes,” and that’s all the two of you need for the rest of the night.
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