Steve Harrington Imagines

Ugly

PSA: I know how it feels to absolutely hate yourself, and if you need anyone to talk too or just rant too, my DM's are always open! I don't even have to reply if you don't want, but please always be kind to yourself. I love you!

*Requested by: emokidithink

Y/n POV

I walked in my room, looking at the pictures of my friends and I taped to my mirror. They were all so pretty, full of life, skinny, and there I was in the picture. I seemed so out of place, and not like the rest of my friends. I wasn't the skinniest girl in the room, I wasn't the prettiest, the funniest, the most talkative, the one with the good jokes. I was simply just... existing.

I doubt Steve even likes me, we'd been dating a year and I am still waiting for the day he say's "jokes on you!". Hadn't happened yet. I looked at myself in the mirror, examining my face, the way my knee's looked, the size of my thighs, my stomach, my arms. It was all disgusting. I hate myself, I hate this reflection of whoever was looking back at me.

Maybe a shower will help.. I walked to the bathroom but I couldn't even take my clothes off without wanting to cry and throw up. I felt so repulsive, so hideous, so completely disgusting I'm this skin.

I walked back into my room, completely breaking down, in a ball on my floor I sobbed and sobbed. There was a tap at my window but I refused to look at who it was, they probably think I'm ugly anyway.

My window opened and I heard footsteps approaching. The figure knelt down next to me and lifted my chin, I looked into Steve's brown eyes with my teary ones. Salty tears trickling down my face, I sniffled.

"Sweet girl, what's wrong?" I looked down at the ground. I went silent, not knowing how I was supposed to tell him that I hate myself.

"Am I pretty? Because I think I'm really ugly.." I was barley able to get the last word out without breaking down again.

"Baby.. look at me." I looked up at him and he sat down in front of me.

"Remember when we met? And I said that you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen?" I nodded.

"Well, what I never told you was that I had worked up the courage to talk to you for 2 weeks, because I was so intimidated by you. Now I know what you're thinking, how was Steve 'the hair' Harrington nervous to talk to a girl? And I get it cause I'm awesome, but man you were, and still are, something else.

You're personality and the way you light up any room you are in is a magic power I wish I had, and your style is so unique I always take a few extra minutes of my day just to see what you decided to wear, because it is always fun to look at. You hold yourself so well in this big world, like you know exactly who you are all the time, no questions asked. You are the sweetest person I know, you take care of your mom when she needs help, you are bestfriends with your little brother which is super unheard of by the way.

You are so smart, so wildly smart it blows my mind and I am so lucky that you even speak to me." I sighed and he looked at me.

"And your eyes, they sparkle like the stars.." He leaned forward and kissed my closed eye lids.

"Your cheeks, they're so cute I want to squeeze them all day.." He kissed both cheeks.

"You're forehead wrinkles make my smile wider each day..." He kissed my forehead.

"You're lips, that make me absolutely weak at the knee's.." He kissed me slowly, and I kissed back lightly.

"You are beyond beautiful, and it baffles me you spend any amount of your time hanging out with me when you could have literally anyone else in the world.." I looked at him in awe. He was the sweetest boy in the world.

"When we met, I wasn't sure how to talk to you because all I knew about you want that you were pretty. And I was scared. So I walked up to you and said "I like your socks, and remember what you said?" I smile.

"I said 'you can't see my socks, but thanks!'." He laughed.

"Exactly, another example showing how nice you are. You could have totally told me I was a weirdo and shooed me away but you didn't! And I am forever grateful for that." I laughed.

"I love seeing you laugh, and smile, and you be your goofy self." I wiped away my tears and looked down.

He got up, walking away for a minute and coming back with a towel.

"Come on baby, get up." I stood up and he undressed me, not in a sexual way but in a sweet way.

He wrapped the towel around me and walked down the hall with me and to the bathroom, I looked in and saw the bath was ready with hot water, and my table tray with my favorite drink. I smiled at him, and he kissed my forehead.

"You didn't have to do all this.." he shook his head.

"No I wanted too, because you deserve every ounce of kindness this world has to offer."

I spend a while in the bath, just sitting in the water and relaxing. Getting out I wrapped the towel around myself and walked back to my room, where a fresh set of pajamas were sitting on my bed, they were warm.

"I just took them out of the dryer, I thought maybe the warmth would help you feel better. I also got you some hot tea, and water, and some snacks as well. I also put on a movie in case you didn't want to talk anymore." I shut him up with a kiss.

"You managed, to break me out of my mental breakdown and change the way I see myself. You also ran me a bath, made me tea, got me snacks, made sure my clothes were warm for after my shower and put on a movie. All while making sure I was comfy and happy. You, Steve Harrington, are worth the world and more."

"Well, lucky for you, you are my world."

"And you, are mine."

The rest of the night was sweet, we watched a movie, snacked and joked. We fell asleep cuddling and I don't think I've ever had a better night of sleep.