Steve Harrington Imagines

Jealous

"I just don't understand why he's like so in love with her, it makes no sense like she's cute I understand that but she's totally not his type.." I was ranting to myself as I normally do on a boring Saturday afternoon.

"Who's not who's type?" I was interrupted by my mother, who never knocks..

"Mom, Steve is acting like he's so in love with his coworker Robin and he's totally ditched me to go do some stupid 'secret' things he can't tell me about and it's so annoying." She looked at me with her eyebrows raised. "What?"

"So you're jealous she's taking all the attention away from you?"

"No! I'm totally not jealous! It's just annoying because she's so not his type for one, and for two like why can't I know what they're doing? I've been apart of the crew for forever now.."

"Honey, I don't think you have to worry about Steve being in love with Robin at all, but if you're really upset about it then go talk to him." I was baffled she even suggested that.

"Go talk to him? Are you kidding me, that's so embarrassing to say my feelings are hurt because he's forgotten me. That makes me look like a pussy mo-"

"Language."

"Sorry, it makes me look like a loser." She rolled her eyes.

"How do you expect the situation to get better if you don't say anything?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"Anyways, I'm going to the store you want anything?" I shook my head and hugged her as we exchanged saying our I love you's.

— A week later —

I walked past Scoops ahoy as fast as I could, I'd been ignoring Steve for the past week, too nervous to talk to him because now I'm paranoid I'm jealous, as opposed to annoyed. I don't like Steve, do I? There's no way, we've been friends for a few years now and we've never talked about feelings because they're not there. No way.

"Y/n! Wait up!" Fuck it's Steve. He caught up to me and stood in front of me so I couldn't walk away.

"What Steve?" Little hostile I know, but that's alright.

"Woah, why so hostile?" I rolled my eyes.

"Hmmm I don't know, you've been totally ditching me to go do random things with Robin behind my back maybe."

"Woah woah, I'm sorry. I didn't know I'd be stepping on your toes. I'm just trying to keep you safe." I scoffed.

"Safe? Please, it's so easy to see that you're in love with Robin." I did not just say that out loud. Fuck.

"Wait, in love with Robin?" He has the audacity to start laughing at me?

"You know she likes girls right?" I was immediately confused.

"Wait what?" He then got a smug look on his face.

"You're totally jealous of me hanging out with Robin aren't you?"

"Jealous? Me? Yeah right. Just annoyed my best friend has been ditching me."

"You're so jealous, oh my god. You like me don't you?" My cheeks starting burning and everyone around us has started starring at us. I was starting to become anxious and my heart was beating in my throat.

"Steve can we not talk about this right now?" I could feel everyone's eyes on me, judging me, whispering about me to themselves.

"You totally like me! Oh my god, who would have thought you would start liking me? I didn't see it coming! This is so crazy!" He was being so loud, my bad bitch attitude suddenly got replaced by my insecure side, I felt vulnerable.

"Steve stop." He was laughing, so loud. I didn't realize I had started crying until I was running out of the mall.

I got home and flopped on my bed, completely ignoring my mom and brother questioning my tear stained face. I was so embarrassed that I let my guard down, everyone was laughing at me.

I had fallen asleep and was woken up by my mom, asking me to come downstairs. I groaned and got up, rubbing my sleepy eyes as I adjusted my sweatpants and tank top. I got downstairs and saw a huge bouquet of flowers sitting on the dining room table and my mom was nowhere to be seen. I walked over to them and found a note labeled "im sorry."

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking around I didn't see anyone. I heard a crashing sound coming from the kitchen and immediately walked in to see Steve, in my kitchen, with a baking pan that had fallen onto the ground. He looked up at me with wide eyes and gave me a goofy grin.

"Steve what are you doing?" I nervously laughed and looked down at the upside down baking pan.

"Well I felt really bad about earlier, that was wrong of me to keep talking after you asked me to stop and I wanted to apologize but I just dropped.. that cake.." I fought the smile that so desperately wanted to peek through.

"You baked me a cake?"

"I tried.." he took the oven mitts off and walked towards me, grabbing my hands in his he looked at me with a look of seriousness.

"Listen Y/n, I've liked you for a while and I'm sorry I ditched you. I promise it was some crazy shit I can tell you about another time. But I'm sorry, for being an asshole." I smiled at him, his goofy face and puppy dog eyes gave me some unknown confidence because next thing I knew my hand was holding the back of his head and my lips were on his.

His arms snaked around my waist and he pulled me in closer, deepening our kiss. I pulled away and rested my forehead on his. He let out a shaky breath.

"Wow, that was amazing.."

"Yeah, it was." Next thing I knew, we were kissing again.