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keerussy · 2 years ago

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NINA THIS WAS SO GOOD 💕

lemonade

overview: your parents are fighting and it’s gotten to the point where you cannot handle it anymore. you’re only solution is packing your bags and going over your best friends house… but are you two more than you seem?

tw: mentions of parental fighting

steve x reader, fluff, comfort steve, use of y/n, mutual feelings

•••

The night was fairly new and you sat glumly on your bed listening to the bickering and fighting of your parents in a distant room. This has become a daily occurrence within the household. Most of the time you could plug your headphones into your walkman and listen to music. Tonight, you couldn’t. You felt a sense of hopelessness, sadness, anxiety, and worry for the future as you listened to the non relenting bickering.

Quickly, you stood up from the foot of your bed and paced back and forth. Your head was whirring with thoughts. By now, your moms voice was louder and more angry. You needed to leave.

You grabbed a small pink duffel bag from your closet and walked over to your bed placing it down. Walking over to drawers you pulled out blue pajamas, a purple sweater and blue jeans for the next day, and your hairbrush from your vanity. Luckily, you had a joined bathroom in your room. You walk in and you grab your toothbrush and perfume. Neatly placing all the items within the duffle bag. You turned off every light within your room besides your bedside table lamp. Sighing at your parents still fighting, you run your fingers through your long auburn hair. You slowly tiptoe over to your window and place your hands on the cool surface opening it slowly. Your breath hitches as the window makes a slight squeaking sound. You pause listening to your parents to see if they noticed. They continue to fight and you exhale. Opening the rest of your window, you grab your duffel bag and place it over your shoulder. Your house is one story so the drop isn’t too bad. You swing your legs out and jump down onto the wet grass. You reach your fingers up and close your window slowly. Walking slowly you feel each foot sink into the wet grass as you walk around the house to the front. Dodging the windows you walk towards the sidewalk illuminated by the yellow street lights. It was slightly drizzling as you walked along the sidewalk and away from the chaotic house.

There was one place you were going… your bestfriends house..

..the one and only…

…steve harrington.

Your houses weren’t too far away from eachother. It usually took about 15-20 minutes to walk to eachother houses. Turning the corner to leave your neighborhood you could feel the rain pick up from a slight drizzle to a steady rain. “Oh shit.” You curse underneath your breath. Picking up the pace, you walk faster. The weather decided to be against you today. The steady rain picks up to pouring. “Fuck.” You curse once more as the rain soaks your hair and your clothes. Water drips from your hair as your clothes cling to your body like a toddler leaving their mother. You shiver with the cold water touching your skin.

After a few long dreadful minutes you finally arrive. The giant house is all dimmed besides a faint light within the living room. The only car within the puddled driveway was Steve’s maroon BMW. You exhale gladly wiping the wet hair out of your eyes. His parents were not home.. per usual.

You hesitantly walk to the door. You’ve only been here a million times yet it feels like the first time. Walking up the steps you pause once you reach for the doorbell. Building up the courage to ring it, you press your finger against the smooth surface. In an instant, you hear a faint song inside. Your breath hitches as you try to listen for any signs of humanity. A couple seconds go buy until you hear soft running and a voice so recognizable you could pick it out in a crowd of people “Im coming.” The lock clicks open as Steve scrambles to open the door.

“Hi, can I he-“ he says before coming to a complete stop. His mouth slightly open as his facial expression changes from a confused and respectful look to a concerned and gentle look. His outfit makes you want to faint on the spot: a yellow crew neck and gray sweatpants. His hair was a little messy as well.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” he says looking at you soaking wet while running his hand through his hair.

“Please Steve let me in, i’m freezing.” You say darting your head at your feet.

“Come in.” He says opening the door wider and shifting out of the way. “Stay here.” He says dashing away to get what you assume was a towel. You take your bag off your shoulder and place it on the ground next to you. Looking around you observe the house. Everything was neat and clean like it has been ever single time you came over. You could hear the faint talking of the TV. It felt very homey. A few seconds later you see Steve reentering the room with a towel.

Once he reaches you he draped it over to shoulder. “Thanks.” you say breathlessly feeling warmth for the first time in 30 minutes.

You two are face to face now. His gentle eyes meet yours and you slightly smile. His heart begins to race at the sight of your smile. Your face then returns to an upset and bothered look as you dart your eyes away from his. Steve notices and in his mind knows you aren’t acting right. “Is everything okay?” He asks trying to grasp your attention once more.

“I’m going to go change.” You say ignoring the question and walking to the nearest bathroom. He turns to look at your dumbfounded as you rush to turn the corner and move out of sight. He thinks to himself, “Something isn’t right.”

Dropping the duffel bag onto the ground and draping the now soaking towel onto the sink, you scour through your bag. Everything was soaked. “For fucks sake.” You say under your breath as you open the bathroom door to find Steve in the same spot caught in his thoughts.

“Steve… Steve” You snap your fingers as he finally looks at you with that lovesick stare that gets your heart beating every single time.

“My clothes are all soaked.” You say defeated fighting away tears.

He stammers for a moment, “You-you can borrow some of mine.”

You look at him and smile once more “Thank you Steve, I really appreciate it.” His heart flutters as he slowly walks over to you. Placing a arm gently around your shoulder he walks with you to his room. Butterflies flutter inside at his touch. The warmth from his body warms you up and you feel happy for once in a long time.

His room was the opposite of neat. There was clothes littered on the floor and papers flooding his desk. His bed was unmade and the sheets were wrinkly. “Excuse the mess.” he says taking his arm off your shoulder he walks over to his dresser. You stand a few feet away from the door just looking at him. The light from the street slightly lights up the room. You admire his side profile as he gently looks through his drawers for something for you to wear. You notice his tongue peak out in concentration and you try to stifle a giggle. A few minutes later he grabs a pair of his flannel pajamas and an old Hawkins High Swim Team shirt. He walks over to you placing them in your open arms. You smile wide as his heart skips a beat at the sight of it. He is down.. bad.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom. Steve stays in the room as he sits at the foot of his bed. He listens as he hears the unzipping of your jeans and the dropping of each item on the floor. He smiles unable to contain his feelings. He likes you.. no fuck.. he loves you.

Once you finish changing you open the door. Your arms hold the wet clothes from outside. He looks over at you and at the sight of you in his clothes he smiles really wide. Your cheeks blush as you grow more shy. The shirt is 2 sizes too big as it drapes around your body like a bag. The black and white flannel pants pool around your feet. “You.. you look beautiful.” Steve says quietly with a smile.

“Shut up.” You say blushing even more now. A red crimson envelops your cheeks as you drop your head in embarrassment.

Steve gets up and walks over to you. “They look better on you then they do me.” He looks at you sincerely in the eyes. You smile unable to contain it. He just makes you so so so happy.

“Let’s go down stairs. I have your favorite!” He says eagerly.

“Lemonade!” You smile feeling warmth pool inside you.

You rush in front of him and run down the hall. You leave a strawberry perfume scent in your path. He smiles so wide at the sight of you being happy ever since you got here. He knew lemonade would cheer you up. He buys it just for you.

“Jesus Christ y/n, slow down” He says laughing running after you. You quickly hurry down the stairs initiating a race.

“I win” You say giggling reaching the kitchen first and turning around to see Steve smiling. You watch his chest rise and fall and he catches his breath.

He walks past you opening the fridge to reveal a full container of lemonade. Almost like he knew you were coming. You grab two glasses from the cabinet and place them on the counter. He walks up behind you and slightly brushes your side as he stands next to you to pour the contents inside the cups. Butterflies form at the touch. You look at him and he looks at you and you two both smile. Feelings of giddiness and butterflies buzz in both of your stomachs. You grab your glass and walk over to the couch. Steve follows behind you. You both sit down a few inches from eachother. Steve watches as you raise the glass to your lips taking a small sip. Seeing this brings him back a few years when he first ever laid eyes on you.

a few years earlier:

Steve recently just broke up with Nancy Wheeler and dropped all of his douchy friends. He was alone. No longer top of the school. No longer King Steve.

One day he strolled into the cafeteria. After grabbing his disgusting lunch he looked around for an empty table. He laid eyes on one of the prettiest people he has ever seen. He almost dropped his tray. You were sitting at the table by yourself fiddling with your can of lemonade and looking glum. Wearing a pink sweater and light blue jeans with your auburn hair draping over your shoulders made him almost melt in the middle of the cafeteria. He stood there building up the courage to walk over and sit with you. Taking a deep breathe he walked over to your table and pulled out a chair placing his meal down. Obviously, this action diverted your attention as you look up to look at him. You looked almost confused and nervous.

“Hi i’m Steve.” He says sitting down and adjusting himself “Mind if i sit and eat with you?”

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. Yeah uh go ahead” is all you mutter out.

He was handsome. He was wearing a dark green shirt and dark blue jeans with white shoes. His hair was perfect and he smelled of cologne and the ocean breeze. You admire his facial features as he looked at you with a smile. He had dark brown eyes and two little freckles on his cheeks. Adorable.

“Are you new?” Steve asks with a mouthful of chicken in his mouth.

Trying to stifle a giggle at the sight you reply “Yeah I moved here last week.” You look down and fiddle with your lemonade. He notices.

“Are you just drinking lemonade?” He askes again.

You nod and take a sip. The other hand pushing your hair behind your ear.

“I can buy you lunch if you’re hungry.” He says getting caught by the way you push your hair behind your ear and smile when you finish drinking.

“It’s okay, thank you though. I’m fine with lemonade. Its my favorite drink.” You reply.

He smiles at you and you smile back. His stomach does somersaults as all he can do is stare at you and drink in everything just like you were drinking that lemonade.

For the rest of the lunch period you guys chatted about random things and you’ve been best friends ever since.. And..

He’s loved you.. ever since…

And you.. loved him ever since

•••

Now you sit, several years later anxiously bouncing your leg while staring at the glass of lemonade. You aren’t your normal bubbly self. Steve knows something is bothering you.

“Are you okay y/n?” he asks looking at you. You don’t reply or look at him. You continue to stare at the glass. He reaches out a hand and gently brushes against your hand not holding the cup. “Y/N?” You cannot hold back these feelings any longer. You begin to cry. Tears begin to flow down your face as you start to sob and shake. Steve takes the glass from your hands and places it on the ground before enveloping you in a hug. “Shhhhh” he coos rubbing your back and running his hands over your hair. “It’s okay, i’m right here.” He says. You hide yourself into the crook of his neck. These feelings are poured out. It feels like a dam has been released.

After a few minutes when your sobs recede to a sniffle you unbury yourself from Steve’s neck and let go. He lets go of you as you two look at eachother. He raises his hand up to wipe a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb. You brush the hair out of your eyes.

“What’s wrong y/n, you can tell me.” He whispers.

Trying to subside more tears, you blurt out the truth. “It’s my parents. I only came because I had to get away. They were fighting and I can’t stand to hear it. It’s really upset me. I’m sorry I never told you, i just couldn’t. I was too scared.”

Steve’s face turns gentle and almost pitiful. “Oh y/n. I’m so sorry.”

“It only made it worse when it began to downpour on my way here.” You exclaim slightly laughing at the no luck you have been getting lately. “I came here because I needed to get away. I knew you would do something to help me. That’s what bestfriends do.” You say with a slight smile as you sniffle.

Steve smiles back “My door is open forever and always.” He grabs your hand in comfort as you wrap yours in his. He rubs his thumb over your hand as you rub your teary eyes with the other.

“Thank you Steve for always being here for me and of course the lemonade” you say with a slight giggle.

“I knew that would make you happy.” Steve says. “Y/n Im always here for you. I will always be here.”

You greatly appreciate these words as you look at his sympathetic face. His eyes gentle and comforting as his lips curve to a slight smile. Your body gets filled with warmth as you dart your eyes from his eyes to his lips.

“Steve?” You whisper breathily.

“Hm?” He says looking at you with adoration.

“Kiss me.” You whisper darting your eyes back to his lips.

“What?” Steve says growing a blush on his cheeks.

“Steve, kiss me.” You repeat with your cheeks blushing a rosy pink as you two move closer. Your breath hitches as you are nose to nose with him.

Without a second thought, Steve closes the gap between your lips. You shut your eyes as you two kiss. One of his hands finds it’s way to the small of your back as he unconsciously pulls you closer. The other placing it’s self on the back of your neck tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your lips taste like sweet and crisp lemonade. Steves new favorite flavor of all time. One of your hands grips on to his yellow crew neck in an effort to keep him as close as possible as the other gently rakes through the back of his hair. After a few time- stopping moments you two break apart. Pent up emotions and feelings were poured out within this kiss, ones pushed away for years. Love was officially reciprocated. Your lips feel numb and tingly as you just stare at each other with adored stares. You breathlessly sigh with your mouth still slightly open. He stares back with a huge smile. You two were both drowsy with the kiss.

“I love you Y/N” Is all he mutters out. “I’ve loved you since I met you at the cafeteria when you were drinking that can of lemonade.”

“I love you too Steve. I always have.” You reply feeling like you are on a cloud. This cannot be real. It feels like a dream…

You just kissed your crush. Your best-friend.

And you liked it. You loved it actually.

“Do you want some more lemonade?” He asks innocently before you laugh and lean in to kiss him once more.

Lemonade never tasted as sweet.

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