#steve harrington flashfic

[arislore]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚જ⁀➴ Wedding Planning

Pairing: Wealthy!Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: This is what Steve daydreams about when he’s with you, even though he hasn’t even proposed.

Warnings: none

Tags: this is my first time doing a flashfic! i really hope you all like it lol. i know it’s more headcanon-y than story-like, but i thought it would be fun to do.

Word Count: 500

Steve is the biggest softie. You could be the biggest lovergirl on Earth, and Steve would still beat you in terms of how much he loves planning your wedding.

For the wedding colors, he’d really want a mix of baby and navy blue. He’d probably want the bridesmaids to have the baby blue dresses and navy blue accessories and the groomsmen to have navy blue suits and baby blue ties and handkerchiefs.

Going off of that, he’d want the flowers along the aisle and all the decorations to be blue and white. He’d want stuff like baby’s breath, irises, and forget me nots.

He doesn’t go dress shopping with you, because he knows you’ll be drop dead gorgeous in anything you choose, but God, he wants to see the dress. Every few days or so, he’ll ask you questions about it, trying to envision it in his head.

“Is there lace? What about beads?” he’d ask.

“You know I’m not gonna tell you, Stevie,” you giggle back.

He’d want to wear a white suit, with a navy blue handkerchief. He’d wear white leather shoes and navy blue socks. He’d also make sure his face is clean shaven and his hair is perfect so that he looks good–for you and the photographers.

He’d want the ceremony to take place in nature, preferably in the venue with a small, rocky waterfall. He’d want the reception to take place in an old castle about a half an hour away, just for the character. He’d even pay for everyone to sleep there, if he had to.

For the cocktail hour, he’d probably choose a large charcuterie board. We’re talking about the whole table, covered in meats, cheeses, and fruits. He’d also do free drinks for everyone, with themed drinks about your relationship, including how you met, your first date, and how he proposed.

For the food, he’d want it to be simple but elegant. He’d want a pasta dish, a beef dish, and a chicken dish. He’d also include a vegetarian dish for Robin, since she’s not a fan of meat. For the pasta dish, he’d probably want cavatappi and pesto with chicken. For the beef dish, he’d probably want ribeye with a sweetish glaze, like blackberry or honey. For the chicken dish, he’d probably want coq au vin. For the vegetarian dish, he’d probably want vegetable lasagne.

He’d taste every cake the bakery would make, but ultimately choose lemon with raspberry icing. The bakers would get so annoyed after the third or fourth appointment, because they know it’s just him being indecisive.

He wants to hire a DJ for the reception so you can choose your own music. He wants songs like “Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore” by R.E.O. Speedwagon or “I Want to Know What Love Is” by Foreigner. You know, real sappy songs. He’d want your first dance song to be “Somebody to Love” by Queen.

As an extra, he’d want to hire a wedding painter for the ceremony.

[berenwrites]

Guardian at the Gate – Steddie Flashfic – PG

A/N: Didn’t get a chance to write for last month’s prompt (only got as far as the first line) but was determined to manage for November. Hope you enjoy my efforts. Don’t forget to check out all the other great fics at @steddiemicrofic too💖.

Written for prompt: REST | 387 words | rated: PG  | cw: none

Wayne stepped into Eddie’s hospital room unsure what he was going to see. What he wasn’t expecting was a filthy, dishevelled teenager to surge to his feet and plant himself between Wayne and the bed where his nephew was lying, covered in bandages.

“Won’t let you hurt him,” was the flat warning.

The handle of some sort of bat poking out from behind Eddie’s guardian’s leg caught Wayne’s eye. He held up his hands.

“Not here to hurt him, son,” he said slowly. “Name’s Wayne, I’m Eddie’s uncle. You must be Steve.”

When the Henderson boy had told him Steve was looking after Eddie, Wayne had not expected anything so literal, or the Steve in question to be Steve Harrington, former star of Hawkins High.

“Oh,” Steve said, all the strength seeming to melt out of him, “Dustin found you. Eddie’s innocent, sir, he’s a hero. I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Wayne replied. “You were protecting my boy.”

Wayne had seen the look in Steve’s eyes on soldiers in Vietnam. Exhaustion and determination in equal measure clung to the young man. Now the danger was past, he also swayed in place.

“It’s okay, son,” Wayne said, gently taking the bat from Steve’s hand, “I’ll take over for a while. You can rest.”

Steve looked confused by that, eyes glassy and unfocused.

“Rest?” he asked as if that didn’t make sense.

Wayne nodded.

“Eddie…he…”

Whatever Steve was trying to say was lost as Wayne found himself with an armful of semi-conscious teenager. He propped the bat against the bed, wrapping his other arm around his burden. There was a second empty bed in the room, presumably because no one had wanted to share with the suspected murderer. With barely coordinated help from Steve, he manoeuvred them so he could get Steve lying down.

That was when the kid’s jacket fell open and Wayne saw the congealed blood on the shirt on the inside.

“Jesus, son,” Wayne muttered, “what have you boys been about?”

The only response from Steve was an incomprehensible mumble even as the kid rolled so he could still see Eddie through mostly closed eyes.

Wayne was going to get help for Steve, he was going to protect his nephew, and he was going to get answers, in that order.