#I’d tagged him in a few other mike wheeler pieces I’d done and I guess he was snooping 😆

[kidovna]

manifested mileven at the snowball in 2016, so now I’m manifesting byler at senior prom🪻🌻

[captainmarvels]

just the two of us

Summary: You’re quite the shy one, but Steve always manages to get a few words out of you, no matter what.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Someone tell me to do my college work, and stop writing fics! who am I kidding, though - I can’t stay away from this angel. Also, I am not very good at writing shy readers, apparently :/ I will do better with the next shy reader fic I’m writing, I promise! enjoy xx | masterlist

You hear three sharp knocks at the front door, and you nearly trip over yourself as you go to answer it, slipping your backpack on as you opened the door.

“Hi there, cutie.” Your boyfriend says, a wide grin pulling at his lips as he greeted you, leaning against the side of the door frame. You shied away from his gaze, immediately burning up from your nerves. You felt his hand on your chin, bringing your attention back to him. “How’s my girl doing this morning?”

“Just fine. How are you?” You mumble, shutting the door behind you as Steve takes your hand in his.

“Better now that I’m with you, princess.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you walk to his car.

“You’re cute, Harrington.”

“Yeah, but you’re the cutest.” You giggle, looking down at your feet as you finally reach the car, Steve opening the passenger door to reveal Dustin, Will, and Lucas in the backseat.

“Can you guys please stop being gross? I’m just about ready to puke over here!”

“Shut it, Henderson! Otherwise, I’m dropping your ass here and you can walk it to school, got it?” Steve glares at Dustin as he takes your backpack. You grab his shoulder, pulling him to you as you look over at the boys.

“I promise he won’t do anything like that, Dustin. Right?” Dustin smiles, looking between you and Steve as he sighs, kissing your cheek before pulling away.

“You’re lucky she’s here, shithead. So lucky.”

After dropping off the boys, you and Steve sit in his car, working on his homework before the first bell.

“Still can’t believe it.” Steve whispers to himself, looking at you as you studied his paper.

“Still can’t believe what?” You ask, not looking up, only because you know you’re going to end up looking away the moment Steve opens his mouth.

“Still can’t believe I landed myself an adorable, genius girlfriend.” You smile, your face warm once again as you shake your head, training your gaze on the paper before you.

“Am I wrong, princess?”

“I’m no genius, Stevie! You give me too much credit.” You whisper, feeling his hand on the small of your back, tracing the lined pattern of your sweater as you finished scribbling in notes on his essay.

“There’s no such thing as too much credit when it comes to you, baby. How’s it going?”

You bite your lip, smiling wide as you glance over at him, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

“All done. And just in time, too. We have class, c’mon,” You hand back the essay, unlocking the car doors before you both step out into the parking lot. Steve grabs his sweater and your backpack, setting them on the hood of his car as he comes up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you to him. You let out a small squeak in surprise, flustered as you look up at him, a smile on your lips.

“I love you. You know that, right?” Steve asks, smiling as he meets your gaze. You only nod, wrapping your arms around his waist as the two of you stand still.

“I gotta hear you say it, princess. C’mon, for me, please?” He says softly, leaning in, resting his forehead against yours. You sigh and press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I love you, Steve. So, so much. Happy now?”

“I always am with you, you know that! I love you, I love you, I love you,” He says, accentuating every statement with a firm kiss to your forehead, nose, and lips. You giggle at his actions, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he hugs you tightly.

“I think we’re going to be late.”

“Totally worth it.”

Steve walks you to class, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, with your backpack hanging off his. Once you reach the room, Steve kisses the top of your head, giving you one last hug before handing you your bag.

“See you after?”

“Yes!”

“I love you, princess!” Steve says, a little louder than usual. You wave him off, your face warm with embarrassment as you head into class, Steve poking his head in after you.

“Mr. Harrington, do you need anything?” Mr. Wright asks, eyeing him as he shakes his head, gesturing over to you.

“Nope, just came to say goodbye, sir,” He looks over at you, everyone in the room following his gaze. You immediately hide behind your hands, smiling even though you’d rather be buried alive than have every pair of eyes on you. Damn it, Steve.

Just like he said, Steve was waiting for you out in the hall after class ended, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. As soon as he saw you, he smiled, reaching out for you. You walked right into him, hiding your face in his chest as he hugged you, burying his face in your hair.

“How was class?”

“I’m pretty sure you want me to die of embarrassment, Steve!” You whine into his chest, your words muffled by his shirt. Steve chuckles, the vibrations making you laugh as well.

“Now I know you know that’s not true - I just really love you, that’s all.” Steve whispers, kissing the top of your head. You sigh, shaking your head as you pull away.

“I don’t how I handle you, Harrington.”

“I know I’m a handful, but you love me anyways,” He says, grinning as he takes your hand, leading you down the hall. You reach a stretch of lockers, Steve leaning against them as you open yours.

“Are you busy tonight?”

“I promised Mrs. Wheeler I’d watch over the boys’ game night tonight. Why?” Steve sighs, turning to press his face against the lockers.

“Wheeler’s or yours?”

“Mine.” Steve instantly lights up, grinning as he turns to look at you. “What are you thinking?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as you shut the locker door.

“Can I join in on the babysitting?”

“Really?” You ask, surprised.

“Oh, c’mon. I saved their butts last fall - plus, they’re kinda growing on me. But don’t tell them that, or I’ll never hear the end of it.” You laugh, shaking your head as you come up to him, resting your hand on his cheek.

“Such a dad, Harrington. I love it. I guess you can come, as long as you promise you’re not planning anything.”

“Why would I do such a thing?”

“Y/N, Steve is here!” Dustin shouts, running past you in the kitchen as he heads down to the basement. You laugh, setting down the kitchen towel in your hands as you round the kitchen table, almost bumping into your boyfriend.

“Hey there, beautiful. I missed you,” Steve whispers, smiling as he catches your lips curling up before you look away, your hand coming to rest on his chest as he pulls you to him.

“Hey there yourself, Mr. ‘I’d be here 20 minutes ago’.” You say, face straight as you watch Steve blank out for a second.

“I brought some snacks! That makes up for my being late, right?”

“Depends.”

“Let’s go up to your room and I’ll show you, yeah?” Steve doesn’t give you the chance to answer, leading you right to the stairs as you start to protest.

“Steve, no! We can’t just leave them alone, and we are most definitely not mak-” Steve stops at the top of the stairs, shaking his head as he gestures to your room.

“We’ll be right there, babe! Besides, what do you think we’re going to do in there?” You immediately freeze, your mouth slack as your eyes widen.

“Steve Harrington, I swear to God…”

“C’mere!” He says, laughing as he pulls gently on your hand. You shake your head, following him up to your room, letting him close the door behind you as you fall onto your bed. You watch him lean against the door, dropping the plastic bag of snacks onto your desk before shrugging off his jacket, hanging it off the back of your chair.

He walks towards you, sitting on the edge of your bed, his hand resting on your ankle as you stare at him, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.

“So, what do you want to do, princess?” Steve asks softly, his fingers dancing lightly on top of your jeans. You shrug, shaking your head as you watch him silently.

“What was that?” He asks, and you know what he’s getting at it.

“Just kiss me already, before I throw something at you.” You mumble, averting your gaze from him as the words slip out, your face hot with embarrassment. Steve chuckles, grinning as he moves up the bed, laying down right next to you.

“This how you want me, baby?” He coos, giggling when you gently smack his arm.

“You’re the worst, you know?”

“I’m a sucker for ya, sweetheart. Now give me some love,” He whispers, cupping your cheek, bringing you down to him. His lips brush over yours, and you can’t help but smile.

“I love you, Steve.”

“And I love you, princess.” He finally leans in, softly kissing you while his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you completely down onto him. You don’t break away, instead letting your hands settle in his hair, gently tugging on his locks when you find it hard to breathe. He chuckles, pulling away, only for his lips to move down to your neck, his grip on your waist tight as he slowly rolls you both over, a small gasp escaping you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, angel.” He whispers breathlessly, his lips moving down your neck to your collarbone, his hand cupping your cheek once again.

“Good.” is all you can manage to get out before a loud knock sounds at your door.

“Y/N, can we order the pizza now?” Lucas’ voice sounds from the other side, and Steve drops his head into the crook of your neck as you giggle, rubbing his back.

“Yes! Mike knows where the phone is - just make sure to get enough for everyone, please!”

“I should’ve known this wouldn’t work out,” Steve mutters, dropping onto his back as you laugh again, cuddling up to him.

“You’re an adorable fool, Harrington. Let’s shoot for next time?” He smirks, nodding as he kisses the top of your head.

“You bet there’ll be a next time, princess. Just you wait.”

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