Steve Harrington Imagines

Ready roommate one

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Steve glanced up as the bell over the door chimed. He was leaning on the front counter and talking on the phone. You walked around the store for a little while and looked at the new movies they had in.

"Ma'am I understand your frustration but there is no movie with that name. Do I know the movie where the guy does the thing at the end? I'm not as familiar with that one as my co-workers, so why don't you try and call back tomorrow. No Ma'am we don't deliver pizza we're a video store. Why don't we deliver pizza with the videos? Well Ma'am like I said we're not a pizza shop. We don't sell pizza and we don't deliver the VHS tapes. You'd have to pick them up. I apologise for the frustration but it's only myself working tonight so I would not be able to go, order your pizza, drive it to you and man the store here. I don't know how you expected to get your pizza ma'am. I'm just the video store guy. Uhu. My manager's name is Keith and he'll be in at ten thirty. Ten thirty is just when he gets in." Steve sighed as he hung up and leaned forwards. He slumped against the front desk, head resting on the cold surface.

"That sounded. Frustrating." You said as you headed up to the front desk.

"We can't all be dog walkers (Y/N). Some of us have to live the hard life of a video store clerk." Steve muttered. His face was still pressed against the count muffling his voice and leaving a fog of condensation around his face.

"Actually about the dog walking thing." You said quickly, stepping closer to the counter. Steve's head whipped up and he eyed you with suspicion.

"One of the dogs is evil. No! Can talk. Can the dogs talk (Y/N)?" Steve asked. You could see the tired rings under his eyes and one side of his hair was now slightly flat and droopy.

"Not that I know of. It's not about the dogs." You waved a dismissive hand in the air and went on to talk but Steve interrupted you.

"Well you said 'about the dog walking thing'. Either the dogs started talking or you lost one." Steve pushed up off the counter when the phone started ringing. He picked it up and set it straight back down again. "You were saying."

"You don't need to get that?" You asked as the phone immediately rang again.

"Do you?" Steve sounded half hopeful as he glanced at the ringing phone.

"I'm looking for a roommate." You explained. Steve nodded and then stared at you.

"At the video store. At this time of night you're not going to find anyone you want to be your roommate (Y/N). I mean look at this guy." Steve leaned over the counter and peered down a nearby aisle. An older balding man wearing a brown velour matching tracksuit was picking his nose and staring at a video in his hand.

"He could be a nice roommate you don't know otherwise." You mumbled to Steve. As the man ate whatever he'd picked out of his nose and then did the same to something he picked out of his ear Steve turned to you. The look on his face was one that said one of us is off their rocker and it isn't me. "Ok, maybe not him."

"I thought you liked your place? Living on your own is supposedly fulfilling. Isn't that what you told Nancy?" Steve smiled when you sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Yes, that is what I told Miss Blabbermouth Wheeler. But she would have told everyone It wasn't going as well as I thought it would and gotten involved." You complained.

"Is that a bad thing?" Steve asked.

"It is when Nancy was all like 'are you sure' and 'you could always move into my room when I go to college, mum won't mind'. I insisted that I was fine! It'd be so awkward." You explained. Steve smiled and shook his head at you as you complained. You stepped aside when someone came to the desk to return a tape.

"So." Steve started as soon as he was finished putting the video back. "You're looking for a roommate."

"Would you think about moving in?" You asked Steve. Steve sighed and huffed, raising his eyebrows as he stared at the door behind you.

"Wow. Well that is something to think about." Steve smiled when you huffed and frowned at him. "I've been packed for a week. Robin kept saying I would have to unpack if you didn't ask me soon.

"Who told you? Dustin! Ugh. He found the bill when they came over last week!" You groaned as you recalled Dustin and his friends rushing into your apartment. They'd been shoting about some kind of nonsense and snooped around your apartment for a while. Before you could make heads or tails of what they had been saying they left.

"Yeah. He saw the bill with the warning on it and was worried about you. He called here as soon as he got home. We were waiting for you to ask me to move in before we said anything but, when you didn't I was just going to pretend I needed somewhere." Steve admitted. You laughed and covered your mouth.

"That is so... nice. It's stupid but very nice. Why didn't you say anything?" You asked Steve. Steve smiled and shrugged as the phone rang again and he reached to pick it up.

"I didn't want to upset you by assuming things. You were so happy to move out and be on your own. I couldn't bring you down by being a jerk." Steve admitted. You smiled shyly recalling how excited you'd been on the day he'd helped you move in and how he and Robin had been certain that you'd do great on your own. "Can I start moving in after work?"

"Yah. Sounds great. I have a spare key for you." You held out the spare key. It had a small D&D figurine, that Dustin had painted to look a little like Steve when he'd worked at ships ahoy, superglued to a keychain dangling from it. Steve pulled a face and nodded.

"It's a little me!" He asked cheerfully.

"Yeah. Dustin made it." You laughed when Steve cheerfully took the key and answered the phone. You waved to him as you headed to the door to leave and he waved back, gesturing with his key that he would see you later.