#band-psycho's 3.6k drabble celebration

[girl-next-door-writes]

3am

Characters: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: It’s 3am and Steve allows himself to feel a little comfort in the midst of all the madness.

Word Count: 500 words

Prompt: ‘You’re my new pillow’

A/N: This is for the amazingly wonderful @band--psycho and their drabble celebration. This was difficult to keep under 500 words!!!!

It was late, and nothing good ever happened at 3am. He felt like he was always the last one for the penny to drop, always a few steps behind everyone else mentally, and he worried that if he closed his eyes for a second that something terrible would happen.

Sitting in the Wheelers basement, surrounded by the gentle snores and occasional shifting of his sleeping friends, he allowed himself a second to just breathe. His gaze drifted in the gloom to you, leaning against him with a peaceful expression, and his heart ached. You had never really been his, but that didn’t stop his heart leaping into his throat every time he saw you. Not that he had ever told you that. Steve knew he was not good enough for you, you deserved the world, but he wanted you to be happy, to get through this nightmare as unscathed as possible. Part of him wished you’d never been dragged into all this, and another part was grateful you were by his side.

Maybe one day, the stars might align, and you would see he was sitting here simply waiting for you, but until then, he was content to just be in your orbit. He shifted slightly, laying back against the arm of the sofa causing your head to rest against his chest. Steve froze as you let out a deep sigh and then snuggle into him, your hand coming to rest by your face, softly rubbing his chest. A goofy smile played on his lips as he looked down at you with a lovestruck expression he knew would result in mercilessly teasing if witnessed. Things were crazy, and he was so afraid he wouldn’t be enough, but right in this moment he allowed himself to feel something else, something lighter.

You let out a soft groan and your eyes opened slightly, taking a moment remember where you were. A soft smile pulled at your lips as you realised you were snuggled up to Steve, assuming he was asleep. Sneaking a glance up at him, your eyebrows rose when your eyes met his warm chocolate one.

“Hey.” You whispered, voice still thick with sleep.

“Hey.” He hummed back, the rumble in his chest vibrating beneath your hand.

“You comfy?”

“Yeah. You?”

“You’re my new pillow.” You grinned sleepily and Steve felt his heart explode at just how adorable you looked right now.

“Any time.”

“Careful, Harrington, I might just hold you to that.” You murmured as you snuggled into his chest once more, already feeling sleep calling you back into its depths.

“Good.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around you, and letting his own eyes close. The weight of you against his body was reassuring, a reminder that he wasn’t alone, that he was just a nineteen-year-old kid, and it was okay not to have his whole life together. He placed an absentminded kiss to the top of your head and allowed himself to drift off and get some well-deserved rest.

[band--psycho]

Oh how I love Steve Harrington 💕

Thank you so much for writing this amazing fic for my writing challenge; it’s so pure, heartwarming and just completely amazing!

3am

Characters: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: It’s 3am and Steve allows himself to feel a little comfort in the midst of all the madness.

Word Count: 500 words

Prompt: ‘You’re my new pillow’

A/N: This is for the amazingly wonderful @band--psycho and their drabble celebration. This was difficult to keep under 500 words!!!!

It was late, and nothing good ever happened at 3am. He felt like he was always the last one for the penny to drop, always a few steps behind everyone else mentally, and he worried that if he closed his eyes for a second that something terrible would happen.

Sitting in the Wheelers basement, surrounded by the gentle snores and occasional shifting of his sleeping friends, he allowed himself a second to just breathe. His gaze drifted in the gloom to you, leaning against him with a peaceful expression, and his heart ached. You had never really been his, but that didn’t stop his heart leaping into his throat every time he saw you. Not that he had ever told you that. Steve knew he was not good enough for you, you deserved the world, but he wanted you to be happy, to get through this nightmare as unscathed as possible. Part of him wished you’d never been dragged into all this, and another part was grateful you were by his side.

Maybe one day, the stars might align, and you would see he was sitting here simply waiting for you, but until then, he was content to just be in your orbit. He shifted slightly, laying back against the arm of the sofa causing your head to rest against his chest. Steve froze as you let out a deep sigh and then snuggle into him, your hand coming to rest by your face, softly rubbing his chest. A goofy smile played on his lips as he looked down at you with a lovestruck expression he knew would result in mercilessly teasing if witnessed. Things were crazy, and he was so afraid he wouldn’t be enough, but right in this moment he allowed himself to feel something else, something lighter.

You let out a soft groan and your eyes opened slightly, taking a moment remember where you were. A soft smile pulled at your lips as you realised you were snuggled up to Steve, assuming he was asleep. Sneaking a glance up at him, your eyebrows rose when your eyes met his warm chocolate one.

“Hey.” You whispered, voice still thick with sleep.

“Hey.” He hummed back, the rumble in his chest vibrating beneath your hand.

“You comfy?”

“Yeah. You?”

“You’re my new pillow.” You grinned sleepily and Steve felt his heart explode at just how adorable you looked right now.

“Any time.”

“Careful, Harrington, I might just hold you to that.” You murmured as you snuggled into his chest once more, already feeling sleep calling you back into its depths.

“Good.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around you, and letting his own eyes close. The weight of you against his body was reassuring, a reminder that he wasn’t alone, that he was just a nineteen-year-old kid, and it was okay not to have his whole life together. He placed an absentminded kiss to the top of your head and allowed himself to drift off and get some well-deserved rest.