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dee-writes-smut · 2 years ago

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WHAT SHOULD’VE BEEN YOU

FEATURING husband!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING mentions of infertility, mentions of miscarriages, loads of angst, sadness, reader blames herself a lot, Joyce had a kid before Jonathan

SUMMARY The day your future felt apart, and then the days after.

AUTHORS NOTE This is literally so sad, but I felt as a reader and writer this topic isn't brought up enough. Infertility and miscarriages happen a lot more than people think and I am hoping that I did those women's experiences justice in this piece. Sorry in advance if you cry.

TAGLIST @livsters

The doctor's words landed like a heavy blow, leaving you reeling with a mix of disbelief and devastation. Infertile. It was a word you never imagined would be associated with you, with your hopes and dreams of motherhood. Each syllable seemed to carve deeper into your soul, shattering the image of a future filled with children that you and Steve had woven together.

In the beginning, you both approached the idea of starting a family with excitement and anticipation. You had mapped out your future together, picturing a bustling household filled with laughter and love. But as the months passed and each positive pregnancy test ended in heartbreak, the hope you held onto began to wane. The joy of anticipation turned into fear and uncertainty, and with each loss, a piece of your heart fractured.

The doctor's explanation about Thrombophilia sounded distant and muffled, drowned out by the deafening roar of your own thoughts. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of despair, struggling to find solid ground amidst the waves of grief crashing over you. How could this be happening? How could something you had wanted so desperately slip through your fingers like grains of sand?

The realization that you may never be able to conceive a child of your own felt like a dagger to the heart. You felt a sense of betrayal, not just by your own body, but by life itself. It was as if the universe had dealt you a cruel hand, snatching away the one thing you had longed for most. You couldn't help but feel like a failure, like you were somehow less of a woman because your body couldn't fulfill its most basic function.

As you sat in the car with Steve, the weight of your grief pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket. The silence between you was thick with unspoken emotions, each tear that rolled down your cheeks a silent testament to the pain you were feeling. Steve's hand in yours offered some small measure of comfort, but it couldn't erase the ache in your heart or the sense of emptiness that now filled you.

In that moment, the future you had envisioned together felt like a distant dream, slipping further and further out of reach with each passing second. The road ahead seemed dark and uncertain, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being adrift in a world that had suddenly become unfamiliar and hostile. All you could do was cling to Steve's hand and hold on tight, praying that somehow, someway, you would find a way to navigate this new reality together.

"Honey?" Steve's voice quivered with emotion as he softly spoke, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "We're home."

You nodded weakly, feeling drained and hollow as Steve helped you out of the car. As soon as your feet touched the ground, you collapsed into his arms, clutching him desperately while you wailed. The weight of your grief bore down on you like a leaden blanket, suffocating and relentless. You cried and cried, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood, a raw expression of the pain tearing through your soul.

Steve held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he could shield you from the agony that threatened to consume you. His own tears mingled with yours, his heart breaking at the sight of your anguish. Together, you shared a moment of profound vulnerability in the dim light of the driveway, the world around you fading into insignificance as you clung to each other in silent desperation.

At some point, Steve guided you inside the house, his touch gentle yet firm as he led you to bed. He left briefly to fetch water and crackers, a small gesture of comfort in the face of overwhelming despair. When he returned, he found you lying on the bed, your eyes hollow with grief, your body trembling with exhaustion.

"Here, lovie, you need to eat," Steve said softly, his voice tender with concern as he offered you the sustenance. You took the water and crackers silently, the simple act of nourishment feeling like a monumental effort in the midst of your despair.

As you lay together in the quiet darkness of your bedroom, the weight of your grief pressing down on you like a physical force, Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a wordless embrace. You clung to him desperately, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace, finding fleeting comfort in the knowledge that you were not alone in your pain.

The days blurred together in a haze of numbness and pain, each passing moment a reminder of the void that now consumed you. Steve watched helplessly as you withdrew into yourself, your once vibrant spirit dimmed by the weight of grief. He tried to reach out, to offer comfort and support, but his words fell on deaf ears, lost in the vast expanse of your despair.

The visits from your friends provided brief respite from the crushing silence that enveloped your home. Dustin's infectious laughter filled the air, a fleeting moment of joy amidst the suffocating darkness. Nancy's homemade casserole offered a taste of warmth and nourishment in the midst of your barren emotional landscape. And the presence of Eddie, Robin, Max, and Lucas brought a sense of familiarity and camaraderie, a reminder that you were not alone in your pain.

But even their well-intentioned efforts could not penetrate the walls you had erected around your shattered heart. You listened to their voices, watched their faces, but felt nothing but the empty ache that gnawed at your soul. Their concern washed over you like a distant echo, a faint reminder of the life you once knew, but it was not enough to fill the void that now consumed you.

You curled up in bed, a small, fragile figure lost in a sea of blankets and pillows, seeking solace in the darkness that surrounded you. Steve sat beside you, his presence a silent anchor in the storm, but even he could not reach the depths of your despair. You longed to let him in, to share the burden of your pain, but the words remained trapped in your throat, suffocated by the weight of your grief.

In the silence of your shared sorrow, you found yourself adrift in a sea of emptiness, lost in the vast expanse of your shattered dreams. The days stretched on, each one a reminder of the life you had lost, the future that would never be. And as you lay in the stillness of the night, the tears flowed freely, a silent testament to the pain that now defined you.

Steve's entrance into the room was marked by the soft creak of the door and the gentle shuffle of his footsteps. The exhaustion etched into the lines of his face told the story of a long day's work, yet his eyes held a glimmer of concern as they met yours.

"How are you doing today, honey?" His voice was tender, a soothing balm against the turmoil raging within you. But despite his gentle tone, his presence only served to exacerbate the ache in your chest.

The words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, a desperate plea born of anguish. "You should just go," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the weight of your emotions.

Confusion clouded Steve's features, his brow furrowing in bewilderment. "What?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Leave. I can't give you what you've wanted your whole life. I ruined our future," you confessed, the words heavy with the weight of your despair. Each syllable felt like a dagger to your heart, tearing at the fragile threads of hope that still remained.

Steve's disbelief turned to frustration, his features hardening as he struggled to comprehend your words. "Are you serious?" he demanded, his voice laced with hurt.

"Just go, Steve," you sighed, the words escaping your lips like a prayer whispered into the void. Clutching a pillow to your chest, you sought solace in its soft embrace, hoping to quell the storm of emotions raging within you.

Without another word, Steve turned and left the room, leaving you alone with your grief. The hollow echo of his footsteps reverberated in the silence, a haunting reminder of the chasm that had formed between you.

As the weight of your despair threatened to consume you, tears welled in your eyes, blurring the world around you in a haze of anguish. Each sob wracked your body, a visceral manifestation of the pain that gripped your soul.

The sound of Steve's voice drifting from the next room served as a cruel reminder of the life you had lost, a life that now lay shattered at your feet. Exhaustion washed over you like a tidal wave, pulling you into the depths of a restless sleep haunted by the echoes of your shattered dreams.

Awakening from your restless slumber, you found yourself enveloped in a tender embrace, the warmth of Joyce's presence a soothing balm against the cold grip of despair. Her gentle touch brushed against your damp cheeks, offering a silent reassurance that you were not alone in your pain.

"Sweetheart?" Her voice was soft, filled with a kindness that washed over you like a gentle wave. "Hello there," she greeted you with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that resonated with your own suffering.

"I'd ask how you were doing, but I know first hand how much that sucks," Joyce confessed, her words carrying a weight of empathy born from her own experiences. Memories of her lost daughter, Josephine, hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the room. "My first child was supposed to be a girl. I was going to name her Josephine. Jo for short. She died at six months and I carry that burden with me every day."

The revelation hit you like a sudden gust of wind, stirring the depths of your soul with a newfound understanding. You had never realized the depth of Joyce's own pain, the grief she carried with her like a heavy cloak. In that moment, you felt a profound sense of connection with her, a shared bond forged in the crucible of loss.

"I know what you're going through doesn't even hold a candle to what happened to me. I could never imagine-" Joyce's voice faltered, her gaze dropping for a moment before she gathered her resolve once more. "Doesn't matter. What I'm trying to say is that you don't have to give up because of this. You are stronger than what is happening to you. You will survive, and come out stronger in spite of it."

"Does it ever get any better?"

"The ache?" she asked softly, her voice filled with a sense of empathy that made it easier for you to open up. You nodded in response, the weight of your emotions hanging heavy in the air.

"Yes, but it never goes away," Joyce explained gently, her words carrying the weight of her own experiences. "You just have to recognize it's there and use the pain to keep pushing forward."

Her words struck a chord deep within you, resonating with the part of your soul that longed for solace amidst the storm of emotions raging inside you. For a moment, you found comfort in the simple truth she offered, the realization that your pain was not a burden to be carried alone.

"Thank you," you sighed, feeling a sense of relief wash over you like a gentle tide. In Joyce's presence, you felt lighter than you had in days, as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

"Of course," Joyce replied with a warm smile, pulling you into a tight hug that spoke volumes of the bond you shared. As she stepped out of the room, you felt a renewed sense of hope blossoming within you, the knowledge that you were not alone in your struggles serving as a guiding light in the darkness.

"Steve?" You called out, your voice wavering with emotion, and he hurried into the room, concern etched across his features. "I'm sorry. I love you, and I never want you to leave. I'm just scared."

"Hey," Steve sighed, his expression softening as he settled beside you on the bed, gently cradling your face in his hands. "I know you're scared. So am I. But you have to know that I'm not going anywhere. Got it? And you are everything I ever wanted. Kids or no kids, it's you I want. I love you, honey, and we're going to get through this together."

As his forehead touched yours, you felt a rush of warmth flood through you, his words wrapping around your heart like a comforting embrace. Unable to resist the pull any longer, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a tender, emotional kiss. In that moment, with your tongues dancing together in a silent symphony of love, you poured every ounce of the emotions you had been wrestling with over the past few days into showing your husband just how much he meant to you. How you couldn't bear the thought of facing the future without him by your side. If he was content with having only you as his future, then you were more than content with having him as yours.

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dee-writes-smut · 2 years ago

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THE BET

FEATURING Steve Harrington x fem!chubby!reader

CONTENT WARNING Steve falling in love with a literal stranger, reader is a bookworm, fluff, love-sick idiot, Robin (because she is a warning)

SUMMARY Who knew strangers could be so unforgettable

AUTHORS NOTE As promised, here is another fic! I thought this idea was really cute, so I just had to write it. Also, I based the reader off of how I see myself, so if any of you were wondering what I look like, this is pretty accurate in my opinion. Let me know if you would like to see a part two of their date!

Taglist @livsters

As Steve rushed towards his car parked near the arcade, his mind buzzing with thoughts of his next shift at Scoops Ahoy and the plans he had with his friends later, he never expected to collide with someone in such a serendipitous manner. It was like something out of a movie—the way you appeared seemingly out of nowhere, a whirlwind of chaos and grace that caught him completely off guard.

In that fleeting moment of impact, as you stumbled into his chest and the papers in your arms scattered to the ground, time seemed to stand still. Steve couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of you, a complete stranger, with your dramatic gasp and your eyes wide with surprise. There was something about the way you carried yourself, a blend of vulnerability and strength, that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

And then there was your voice—a lower, but strong womanly voice—that washed over him like a soothing melody as you apologized for the collision. It was a voice that resonated deep within him, stirring something primal and unexplainable. In that moment, Steve found himself utterly enchanted by you, swept away by the charm and allure of a stranger he had never seen before.

He didn't even know your name, and yet you had him ready to swoon with just a single encounter.

"I am so sorry!" You gasped, the apology tumbling from your lips in a rush as you scrambled to your feet, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. With a sense of urgency, you darted after the wayward pages that had scattered across the pavement, each one a testament to the chaos of the moment.

"No, it's my fault," Steve interjected, his words coming out in a hurried rush as he joined you in the frantic pursuit. Together, you both chased after the flyaway papers, the sound of footsteps echoing against the pavement as you worked in tandem to gather them up.

Amid the commotion, Steve couldn't help but steal glances at you—your determined expression, the way your hair danced in the breeze, the graceful movements of your hands as you reached for the wayward papers. There was something undeniably captivating about you, a magnetic pull that drew him in despite the chaos of the moment.

As you took the remaining papers from him, a grateful smile gracing your lips, Steve couldn't help but take the opportunity to really take you in. There was something undeniably captivating about you, something that drew his gaze and held it captive as he observed you with newfound interest.

You were on the larger side, as far as he could tell. The oversized hoodie you were wearing obscured his view of your stomach, but he couldn't help but notice the curve of your hips and the gentle swell of your chest beneath the fabric. His eyes lingered on your figure, tracing the contours of your body with a mix of curiosity and admiration.

He estimated you were probably a C cup in bra size, your shoulders broad and slightly masculine, a hint of strength evident in the way you carried yourself. But it was your legs that truly caught his attention—the light-washed boot-cut jeans you were wearing hugged your curves in all the right places, accentuating the deliciously thick thighs and beautifully sculpted calves that had Steve practically salivating at the sight.

Damn. You were something else.

As you straightened up, Steve took note of your height, estimating you to be around 5'5, give or take. You weren't what he was used to—those pin-up stick-thin girls with blonde hair and perfect figures—no, you were different. And yet, there was an undeniable allure about you, a raw beauty that defied conventional standards and left him utterly captivated.

Your brunette hair framed your face in soft waves, the natural rosy tint of your chubby cheeks adding to your charm. The large black glasses perched on your nose only served to accentuate your features, drawing attention to the almost clear blue of your eyes and the dirty blonde color of your eyebrows.

So, you weren't a natural brunette. Interesting.

Steve couldn't tear his gaze away from you, mesmerized by the way you moved, the way you carried yourself with an air of confidence and grace. In his eyes, you were nothing short of a goddess, absolutely perfect in every way.

And as your eyes met his, framed by those large glasses that only seemed to enhance your beauty, Steve felt a spark of something ignite within him—a spark of curiosity, of fascination, of a desire to know more about the enigma that stood before him.

"Thanks for the help, and sorry again for, y'know, bumping into you," you said with a warm smile, your voice carrying a hint of genuine remorse as you clutched the large stack of unorganized, messy papers to your chest.

"No problem at all, and seriously, it was my fault," Steve replied earnestly, his tone tinged with self-deprecation as he attempted to absolve you of any blame. "I shouldn't have been running without looking where I was going and—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the soft snort that escaped your lips, a sound so unexpectedly endearing that it made his heart skip a beat. The sight of your eyes twinkling with humor only added to the charm, and Steve found himself momentarily lost in the warmth of your laughter.

But the moment was fleeting, shattered by the sudden intrusion of Dustin's urgent voice blaring through the walkie-talkie. "Steve! Did you not hear me the first time?! CODE ORANGE! I repeat! We have a CODE ORANGE!"

Steve cursed inwardly, the interruption coming at the most inconvenient of times. "I think you should get that," you chuckled, offering a sympathetic smile as you gestured toward the device. "Thank you again."

As you turned to leave, Steve felt a pang of regret wash over him, a sense of longing for more time with you, for the chance to learn more about the intriguing stranger who had crossed his path. But before he could gather his thoughts, you were already disappearing into the crowd, leaving him standing there with a sense of loss gnawing at his insides.

Watching you go, Steve couldn't help but wonder about the story behind those papers you carried, about the secrets they held and the purpose they served. He wished he could have asked, could have gotten to know you better, but now it seemed like a missed opportunity slipping through his fingers.

With a heavy sigh, Steve shook off the disappointment and turned his attention back to the urgent call from Dustin, his mind already racing ahead to the chaos that awaited him. But somewhere deep down, amidst the noise and commotion, a small part of him held onto the hope that fate would once again bring you together, that this wouldn't be the end of your unexpected encounter.

Steve couldn't believe his luck when he spotted you again, nestled in the most secluded corner of the Hawkins Library, completely engrossed in your work. It had been over three months since he ran into you, and yet here you were, as captivating as ever, with your small notebook and typewriter, lost in a world of your own creation.

Just the sight of you made Steve breathless, his heart racing as he took in the sight of you. You were wearing a pair of black leggings and a large graphic t-shirt with the words 'Yeah… No' scrawled across the front, a casual yet effortlessly cool ensemble that only seemed to enhance your natural allure.

"Steve!" Nancy whisper-shouted from his side, snapping him out of his reverie. "You wanted to come with me and Robin, but if you aren't going to take this seriously, I'll sentence you back to babysitting."

Steve blinked, torn between the desire to stay and watch you and the obligation to follow Nancy and Robin. He knew he couldn't just abandon them, but at the same time, he couldn't tear his gaze away from you, from the way you seemed so focused and determined, your brow furrowed in concentration.

"Sorry, it's just—" Steve started to say, but he stopped himself before he could reveal the true reason for his distraction. He couldn't very well tell Nancy, his ex-girlfriend, that he had a massive crush on a girl he barely knew. It would only complicate things and make everything awkward.

"It's just what?" Nancy pressed, her tone slightly irritated as she threw him a pointed look. Steve hesitated, unsure of how to respond without revealing too much. He could feel Robin's curious gaze on him, and he knew she would pick up on any slip-up in an instant.

"Nothing," Steve replied, though his voice carried a hint of distraction as he watched Nancy's retreating figure with a mixture of longing and resignation. He couldn't help but feel torn between his obligation to his friends and the overwhelming desire to linger in your presence, to soak in every detail of your being.

"What's got your panties all bunched up, dingus?" Robin teased, her playful jab accompanied by a mischievous grin. "Is it the environment? Too much knowledge, your little brain is hurting," she quipped, enjoying the opportunity to ruffle Steve's feathers.

Steve rolled his eyes at her antics, feeling a twinge of annoyance at her relentless teasing. "Whatever," he muttered under his breath, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface.

But Robin wasn't one to let things go easily. "Okay, but seriously though, what has you going all gawky McGee over here?" she persisted, her curiosity piqued as she leaned in closer, her eyebrows raised expectantly.

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Steve hesitated before finally confiding in her. "You know that girl I ran into a while ago?" he whispered, casting a furtive glance around to ensure they weren't being overheard.

Robin's eyes widened in recognition as she nodded in understanding. "No, you've only talked about her every day for three months," she quipped, unable to resist a playful jab at Steve's expense. "What about her?"

"She's here," Steve admitted quietly, the words tumbling from his lips like a guilty confession. His heart quickened its pace as he spoke, the mere mention of your presence sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through him.

"Like, here here?" Robin echoed, her surprise evident in the way her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yeah, she's over at one of the tables in the corner, messy space," Steve confirmed, his gaze fixed resolutely ahead as he resisted the urge to steal a glance in your direction. But Robin, ever the curious one, craned her neck to catch a glimpse of you over his shoulder, her interest piqued by the revelation.

"Huh," Robin mused, her brows furrowing slightly as she pondered Steve's admission.

"What does 'huh' mean?" Steve's nervous demeanor didn't escape her notice, and she couldn't resist teasing him about it.

Steve shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flickering away as he toyed with the edge of his jacket sleeve. "Wow. Don't even know her name and you're already whipped," Robin teased, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. "Huh, meant that she isn't what you usually go for."

Steve's cheeks flushed a shade of pink at Robin's teasing, but he couldn't deny the truth in her words. "I know, but there is something about her," he confessed, his voice softening as he thought of you. "It's like… I can't quite put my finger on it."

Robin's face lit up with excitement as she leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh! I have a great idea!"

Steve groaned inwardly, knowing from past experience that Robin's "great ideas" often led to trouble. But despite his reservations, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity at what she had in mind.

"I am going to make you a bet," Robin declared, her smirk widening into a mischievous grin. "If you lose, you have to go ask her out. But if I lose, you get to pick my punishment."

Steve's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his interest piqued by the prospect of a challenge. "Okay," he agreed cautiously, knowing full well that Robin's bets were never as simple as they seemed. "What is the bet?"

"I bet that she is in college for," Robin paused, her gaze flicking over to where you were seated, "oh, I know! She's an education major!" Her expression was positively smug as she turned back to Steve, her confidence in her guess evident in the cocky tilt of her head.

Steve considered Robin's wager carefully, weighing the odds in his mind before nodding in agreement. "Okay, so if she is literally any other major, I win?"

"Fair's fair," Robin agreed, her grin widening as she eagerly awaited the outcome of their impromptu bet. With a newfound sense of determination, Steve focused his attention back on you, silently hoping that Robin's guess would turn out to be wrong.

"Alright," Steve agreed reluctantly, his heart sinking as Robin smirked triumphantly before striding off in your direction. It was then that he truly regretted his decision, knowing full well that Robin's schemes rarely ended well.

You, on the other hand, were completely engrossed in your work, your attention fully focused on the task at hand as you scribbled away in your notebook. You were oblivious to the approaching figure until a loud voice shattered the quiet atmosphere of the library.

"Hello!" Robin's voice rang out, a little too loud for the tranquil setting, causing you to startle in surprise.

"Uh, hi?" you responded tentatively, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you turned to face the unfamiliar woman who had interrupted your concentration.

"You see that hot guy over there?" she asked, gesturing back toward where Steve was seated. You followed her gaze, your eyes landing on Steve who immediately blushed, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"The one with too much hair gel?" you replied, unable to suppress a slight smirk as you observed Steve's embarrassed reaction. Robin burst out laughing at your remark, earning a reproachful glance from Steve.

"Dingus does put too much in, doesn't he?" Robin chuckled, her amusement evident as she turned back to face you. "Anyway, we have a little bet running, and if I win, he has to ask you out," she explained, her words leaving you feeling increasingly bewildered.

You blinked in surprise, your mind struggling to process the unexpected turn of events. Sure, you remembered bumping into the cute guy from the arcade, but you never expected anyone, especially someone as attractive as him, to be interested in you. The realization left you feeling flustered and unsure of how to respond.

"What's the bet?" you ask, your curiosity piqued by the unusual encounter.

"What is your major?" the woman responds eagerly, bouncing with excitement as you play along.

"I'm an education major. I want to teach college english," you reply without hesitation, feeling surprisingly comfortable opening up to this stranger.

"Yes!" Robin cheers, pumping her fist in the air with triumphant glee. "Please hold…?" she trails off, prompting you to provide your name.

"Oh," you chuckle awkwardly, telling her your name, a faint blush coloring your cheeks as you realize you've been caught off guard by the unexpected interaction.

"Please hold," Robin says, flashing you a quick smile before darting off toward her friend.

"Guess who's getting their hot date with mystery girl," Robin taunts Steve, her voice lilting in a sing-song manner. Steve lets out a resigned sigh, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and nervous anticipation.

"Get over there, lover boy. A bet is a bet," Robin adds, nudging Steve teasingly as she gestures toward your table. With a deep breath to steady his nerves, Steve begins to make his way over to where you're sitting, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through him as he approaches your busy figure.

"Um, hi," Steve greeted, feeling a surge of nervous energy coursing through him as he finally mustered the courage to approach you.

You looked up from your work, your attention captured by the sudden interruption. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in Steve's appearance, his presence somehow managing to make your surroundings feel a little brighter.

"Oh, hello," you replied with a warm smile, feeling a flush of embarrassment color your cheeks as you realized that Steve was the guy Robin had mentioned. It seemed she had won her bet after all.

"My name is Steve," he introduced himself, his voice tinged with nervousness as he extended a hand towards you.

"I'm Y/N," you responded, your voice soft with a hint of amusement as you shook his hand. Despite your own nerves, you couldn't help but find Steve's awkwardness endearing.

Steve cleared his throat, his nerves getting the better of him as he struggled to find the right words. "I bet my friend over there," he began, gesturing towards Robin who was watching the exchange with eager anticipation, "bet me that you were an education major. And, well, you obviously are, so… basically, what I'm trying to say here is, will you go out on a date with me, Y/N?"

A rush of excitement surged through you at Steve's question, mingling with a hint of disbelief. No one had ever asked you out before, and the prospect of going on a date with someone as charming as Steve was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

"Sure," you replied with a gentle smile, your heart fluttering with anticipation.

"Really?" Steve asked, his eyes widening with surprise at your acceptance.

"Really," you confirmed, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you watched the disbelief flicker across Steve's face.

"Wow, great! Wow," Steve babbled, his words tumbling out in a rush as he struggled to contain his excitement. "What time should I get you?"

You couldn't help but smile at Steve's enthusiasm, finding it endearing despite his nervousness. "How about I give you my number, and you can call me to let me know when you're free? I'll see if I can make it," you suggested, already reaching for a small notebook tucked away in your bag.

"Here. Call me," you said warmly, tearing out a page from the notebook and handing it to Steve with your phone number scrawled on it. Steve accepted it eagerly, a grateful smile spreading across his face as he realized he was one step closer to seeing you again.

"Thanks, I'll give you a call," Steve said, his voice filled with gratitude as he tucked the slip of paper into his pocket. With a final nod of farewell, he turned and walked away, his heart racing with excitement at the prospect of getting to know you better.

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