It was early when you awoke the following morning, a soft yawn parting your lips and releasing into the air around you. You got up shortly after and showered before heading downstairs. Steve had already left for work, so you decide to spend some time cleaning up after the following day since neither one of you had much chance last night to do so.
Once the cleaning was done, you toss some clothes into the laundry and then into the tumble dryer once finished. The place was spotless and your new clothes were clean and dry and folded.
A nod at your own productivity preludes the realisation that you had nothing else to do now. And it was barely mid-morning.
Almost lunch, you think, eyes peering up to the clock on the kitchen wall with an idea blossoming in mind. Noting that you had enough time, you get to work on making a few sandwiches - peanut butter and jelly since you weren't really good at anything else - and packing them along with some snacks into a paper bag. Then you flick through the clean laundry for your overalls and.. Hm...
Your shirt was beneath them, but above them was one of Steve's. One that you thought might look good with the overalls - a navy blue polo with a thick white stripe along the midsection and a matching color for the collar and the hems of the sleeves.
So you pluck it free from the pile and change into it, finding amusement in the way it hung from you in that familiar loose way all his clothes did. You really needed to get more clothes of your own. You pin half your hair up away from your face, twirling it and tying it off in a little half-bun.
Satisfied that you were ready, you grab the prepared lunches and head out on your little adventure, locking the door behind you and walking the same way you had the first time.
You were less afraid of the other people this time, though made an effort to keep to yourself just in case. It took a long while but just as the sun was sitting comfortable at its peak in the sky, you reach Family Video, its door firmly shut against the chill of Autumn. You barely felt it, still barely acclimated from the years of being in the endless cold of the other world.
As you push the door open, a familiar voice fills the air, though far more frustrated than you'd ever heard it. "I'm telling you, Robin - I'm fine! I'm acting perfectly normal, there is no girlfr--"
"Hi!" The girl he's stood beside at the counter, the same one as before, greets you with a broad smile. Her eyes, blue like the sky, run over your form, halting at your shirt with a look you could only describe as satisfaction. She turns to Steve then, who was struck by your sudden appearance according to the dumbfounded look he gave you. The girl flashes him a knowing smirk, mumbling something that sounded like 'I knew it.'
It felt like you had intruded upon something you shouldn't have, which only served to rise the impending sensation of humiliation. You shouldn't have come. Steve was mad. Was he? No, Steve was smiling, ever so slightly, at your flushed features and awkward shuffling. "Uhh- hi." You manage to say, flicking your glance between the mischievous grin of his colleague - Robin you guessed - and Steve, your eyes pleading for him to say something.
The bag rustles loudly under your tightening grip and you're reminded of your reason for being there in the first place, clearing your throat in a futile attempt to diffuse some of the tension as you take a step closer to the counter.
"I, um... I thought you might like to have lunch together?" The words make your throat ache, feeling far more out of place in the store than you would have liked. Steve rests his elbows on the counter, his expression finally warming as he looks down at the paper bag in your hands. "You made lunch?"
"Barely. I made PB & J's." The grating tension in your chest had begun to ease, though only a little as you rest the bag on your side of the counter, leaning ever so slightly against it now that you were caught up in the gravitational pull that was Steve.

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Surrender // Steve Harrington x Reader
FanfictionShe didn't know any better. Years of being raised by the evil entity that was once Henry Creel skewed her view of the world she once lived in. When Y/N is sent by him from the Upside Down to infiltrate those that so tediously continue to thwart his...