Steve Harrington Imagines

Sloppy Steven (X)

Request by: smile_motherfocer

I sat on the back patio, soaking up the sun on the sunny Thursday it was, a smile on my face and a tall glass of iced coffee next to me.

"Ahh Wheeler, are you always here? Or do you just wait around all day to hopefully see me?" My smile turned to a straight line.

"Harrington, this is my house, in which you are always at unfortunately. But I will say, your face makes me remember why I should consider myself lucky." He smiled condescendingly at me.

"And why's that?"

"Cause yours is so ugly."

"You're too sweet to me, you know. I was just curious if your bother is home." I shrugged, looking back at the magazine in my hands.

"Why don't you ask Nance?" He awkwardly changed his standing position.

"Because I wanted to ask the ray of sunshine in the family. Obviously she isn't here." I stood up to walk in the house and check for Mike.

"Oh Steven stop it, you know my ego is too big for more compliments." I scooted past him.

"Steven? Who the fuck is Steven?" He followed me down into the basement.

"You are." His eyes were wide and he looked like an idiot, I laughed to myself.

"Uhh it's Steve. S-T-E-V-E." He pronounced.

"N. Steven!" He was getting more angry by the minute.

"Are you stupid or something? ITS STEVE."

"It's okay Steven, your secret is safe with me!" I patted his chest and went to walk up the stairs.

"ITS STEVE!"

"Jesus my man, calm down. What has your dick all twisted?" I heard laughing upstairs and noticed it was Nancy's voice with... Jonathan.

"Oh... that's awkward." he sighed and walked past me, leaving the house and slamming the door shut.

"Y/n, please don't slam the door!" I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry mom!" I walked up to Nancy's room, opening the door I saw her and Jonathan sitting on her bed giggling.

"Steve came by, listen Nance, if you don't like him just tell him. He obviously really likes you for some reason, you owe him that much." She got up and walked to her door.

"Mind your business." She shut the door in my face. God she's a bitch.

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I sat on the roof, just outside of my window listening to the night, the trees in the wind and the air against my skin. I looked down on the lawn and saw Steve with a case of beer.

"Want one?"

"Bring it up Steven!" He rolled his hands and climbed up, handing me one.

"Thanks." He nodded and we sat for a while, drinking a few each. To be honest I hadn't drank in a while and it hit me a lot harder than I expected it too.

I started laughing at something he said, I don't even remember what it was but we laughed together and I fell over from my sitting position onto him. I looked up at him, he met my eyes and we stayed starring at each other for a few moments.

He leaned down and connected our lips, and I kissed back quickly. His hand made its way to my neck and I placed mine on his thigh. We made out like this for a while