#sailor presents: steve harrington x afro babe

[sailor-peeking]

Concept: Steve + S/o with a big Afro.

They're both obsessed with their hair. Living together would be insane.

Y/n, with wet hair: did you. Take. My wide tooth comb.

Steve,scared: ...no?

Y/n: HARRINGTON.

Y/n: you touch that curl cream you lose that hand.

Steve: I'm bored.

Y/n: ...

Steve: ...

Y/n: hair store?

Steve: hair store.

Y/n, in the car: honey are you ok today?

Steve: yeah I'm ok.

Y/n: it's just... your hair is a little...flat.

Steve: FLAT?!

Y/n: I've got hair spray in my bag. I gotcha, doll.

Y/n: what's are the rules Steve?

Steve: *mumbling*

Y/n: huh?! I. Can't. Hear. You.

Steve, LOUDLY: THE BIGGER THE HAIR THE BIGGER THE CONFIDENCE.

Y/n, LoudER: THE BIGGER THE HAIR THE BIGGER THE CONFIDENCE! AND?!

Steve: THE HIGHER THE HAIR THE CLOSER TO GOD!

Y/n: AMEN.

Steve: AMEN.

Dustin: I'm scared.

Steve, wearing y/n's bonnet: I feel pretty.

Y/n: you're gorgeous.

Bonus-

y/n: now give it back white man. 😒

Steve:

[sailorwritesstuff]

Purple rain.

Steve Harrington x black reader

Steve and his girlfriend disagree on the Dustin's hair for the snowball dance. The down side of having two hair perfectionist as "parents"

"Steve...why does my baby look like white Prince?"

You get into the back of your boyfriend's car in the middle of Steve and Dustin talking about the dance tonight.

"Hello, my boys." You loop your arms around the back of the chair leaning forward to peak between the middle seats. "Gimme kiss, Stevie." You lean closer to Steve so he can press a short kiss to your lips. "Thank you, handsome."

"And you. Lemme get a good look at you. Dusty." You get a good, gently firm grip on his cheeks, looking him over. "Steve." You puff air into your cheeks slowly exhaling before turning back to your boyfriend. "What is this?"

Steve's eyebrow raised as he glanced at you out the corner of his eye curiously. "What is what?"

You look at Steve with a blank expression then back at Dustin and back to Steve.

"Did you do this?" You stare at Dustin's chubby little face in your hand and he gives a big close mouth smile to you.

"Did I do what?!" he glanced between you and the road "stop playing im driving."

"Steve." You start slowly, letting go of Dustin's face. "Why does my baby look like white Prince?" You frown.

"He does NOT."

"He does look at him."

"He does not look like Prince!"

"You should have pushed his hair back with a little Jheri curl. He would have been so cute." You start pushing Dustin's curls back gently off his forehead only for Steve to reach one hand off the steering wheel to slap your hand away from Dustin's curls.

"Absolutely not. stop it that took hours. A Jheri curl? Are you serious." You smack his hand again, fidgeting with his hair again "A Clark Kent moment."

"No. His hair is perfect."

"No LOOK." You lean out of the way pulling Dustin close to Steve's face."He looks like he's about to sing Purple Rain to me." You smile goofily at Steve who starts shaking his head slowly.

"Don't do this, please."

"Purple rain, purple rain. I only wanted to see yooou." You lean close to Steve's face singing a bit off key.

"Please. Sit back and put on your seat belt."

"Bathing in the purple rain." Dustin joins you cheerily as Steve turns into the front of the middle school

"I NEVER WANTED TO BE YOUR WEEKEND LOVER... I ONLY WANTED TO BE SOME KIND OF FRIEND!" The two of you chorus loudly.

"You two are actually insufferable. Henderson. Get out of my car." Steve Reaches across the two of you to open Dustin's door.

"Wait no wait! Lemme see the teeth first." You beg.

"DON'T Do the thing-."

"Grrrrr" Dustin makes a growling noise with a wide open mouth smile showing off his teeth.

"don't. Don't do that." Steve shook his head in disapproval.

"Oh my God, the ladies are going to love you." You coo at him.

"Don't lie to him."

"I'm NOT. It's adorable. Do it more like a cat. Purrrrr-" you roll your tongue.

"STOP."

"Purrrr."

"YES. that's it!"

"Don't encourage him." Steve sighed loudly, opening the door again. "Ok ok get out of my car"

"bye dust bunny! Have fun honey." You watch Dustin walk up the stairs and fix his suit before walking in. "...he SO looks like Prince."

"Stop that." He swats at you as you dive into the front seat. "Watch the Leather!"

"Seriously. He looks like he could be our baby. The curls? Those Little brown eyes? I hope our babies are that cute." You tease shoving his shoulder a little.

"You want a baby with me?" He paused, looking away from the road to you.

"Some day..." You smile "Maybe."

"some day..."

[sailorwritesstuff]

You think I'm pretty, baby?

Part of my afro babe series??? Collection???

Steve likes to watch his girl when he thinks she can't see him. She can.

Warnings: she/her pronouns (because it's a "period piece.") Literally 200 words.

Steve was no idiot; he knew beauty when he saw it and often he wasn't afraid to call it out, to express his thoughts and opinions. He'd always been that way loud and proud about who he was, a privilege that came with who he was. But there was something about you that made his tongue tied and his brain turn to mush when you looked at him just right. So he often just observed you do mundane tasks that he'd seen you do a hundred times before.

Unfortunately for Steve, you were also not an idiot. You felt his eyes on you as you checked your hair and lips in his car mirror. Holding a brown lip liner with a steady hand despite the moving vehicle and blending the color easily like you'd done it a thousand times. Then cherry cola lip balm and strawberry passion lip gloss.

You slide back properly into your seat and open his glove compartment rummaging for gum.

"I can feel your eyes, Harrington."

"Hm? I- um.." his eyes flicker again from the road to you sitting up straight now holding your prize of mint gum.

" 'you think I'm pretty, baby?"

"Absolutely gorgeous." He smiled, his eyes filled with nothing but adoration and pure wonder. And you knew he meant it. You're no idiot.