November 22nd, 1986, 11:45 PM
(Reader's Perspective)
Laughing with Steven, as we sat next to each other on my bed, watching a funny movie, my heart felt so warm, and I was so happy. He had persuaded the other band members to give me a spot in the band as an extra bassist, and I was so happy when he told me!
"(Y/N)! I'm having so much fun!", he told me, smiling his adorable smile.
"Me too, Steven!", I replied, smiling back at him.
He then glanced around, and smirked, like he was thinking about something.
"But.. I know how we can make this sleepover more fun!", he said, in a slightly hushed voice, leaning in closer to me.
I blushed a bit, considering his lips were just inches from mine, and I wasn't sure if he was trying to kiss me, or not.
"What if... you...", he began.
"Yeah?", I replied.
"Paint my nails!!", he yelled, laughing.
"Steven! Are you serious? You want me to paint your nails?!", I asked, laughing at him.
"Actually, yeah! I.. I want them black, please", he asked, blushing with slight embarrassment.
He looked so cute. With that cheeky smile, and those rosy cheeks.
I looked down, smiling even more, at how adorable he was. Then, I looked back up at him, our eyes locking.
"Okay.. I guess I can do that for you", I admitted.
"Yay!", he cheered.
I then got up off of my bed, walking over to the cabinet, in the corner of my bedroom. Small bottles of nail polish were neatly organized by color, inside of the cabinet. My eyes followed the colors, all the way down to black. Grabbing the nail polish, I turned to Steven, with a smile, and gently sat back down on the bed next to him. Taking his hand, I looked down, and I was shocked. His hands were very soft, and they looked very nice.
"Oh, you've got beautiful hands..", I complimented him.
"Better hands than most women I know!", I went on, still in shock.
Steven laughed a bit, and blushed a ton. I laughed with him, and I then got to work on the nail polish.About 15 minutes later, his nails were painted black, and had dried out, enough. They looked so cool on him.
"Whoa!", he said, looking down at what I had done.
"What do you think, Popcorn?", I asked, using his nickname.
"I-I love it!", he admitted, with a big smile.
"That's great!", I replied, smiling back.
"Oh! But, wait!", He suddenly said, reaching for something behind me.
I turned around, confused, and then turned back around, and saw that he had one of my pillows, and he was holding it out, as if to hit me.
"You wanna pillow fight..?", I asked him, with a smirk.
He nodded in response, giggling a bit.
"You're on", I replied, with a sly grin, as I grabbed another pillow off my bed, and held it up, the way he held the pillow he had.
He took the first swing, whacking me. I laughed, and hit him back, making him almost fall off of my bed. Eventually, we were off the bed, just pillow fighting in the middle of my room.
"Haha! I'm gonna get you, (Y/N)!", he declared, hitting me harder than earlier.
"Ooh! You really wanna try me?", I asked, as I then hit him back, whacking him a bit harder.
He grunted in pain, and hit his head on a wall behind him. I gasped, dropping my pillow, and covering my mouth, in shock.
"Steven! Are you okay?", I asked him, rushing over to him, scared I really hurt him.
"Y-yeah..", he replied, wincing.
"Are you sure?", I asked him, getting super close to him, now.
"Y-yeah.. I'm okay..", he replied.(Steven's Perspective)
"Oh my gosh.. she's so close to me. Her lips look so delicious, and they are just inches from mine. What if I kissed her?", I thought to myself, my cheeks heating up.
She was gazing into my eyes, with a cute, worried look on her face.
Our breathing was heavy, as we both stared into each other's eyes. I licked my lips, as I stared at her.
"(Y/N)..", I said, quietly.
"Y-yeah..?", she replied, still looking at me.
"You're.. k-kinda close..", I told her, gulping.
"Oh.. I'm sorry..", she apologized, blushing, as she took a step back.
"No, no! I.. I like it..", I confessed, as I suddenly grabbed her, and pulled her in close to me, looking down at her, as she stared into my eyes, with a shocked look.
"Steven..?"
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Steven Adler X Reader (Contains Lemon/Smut) - Cute, Charismatic, and Lovesick
FanfictionYou and Steven Adler met in eighth grade, back when you two were just 14 years old. Ever since then, you've always spent time with each other, being happy, messing around, and being the immature, but adorable duo you guys always were. It's 1986, whe...