i think it’d be a wayy cute idea of inviting steve over for the first time at like shy/girly!reader’s apartment/house and her room is just pink galore like just ribbons, lace the whole shtick😛
pairings: steve harrington x girly!fem reader
warnings: sucky writing (it’s been a while i’m sorry!!), suggestive kissing. really not a whole lot!
authors note: i’m sorry if this isn’t that good and or if the writing is lousy!! i wrote this really late and haven’t written in a while so i’ve gotta get back into it :(
Your feet moved silently up the stairs, Steve trailing close behind you as you approached your bedroom. You paused at the landing, turning around to glare past him at your parents, sitting at the dinner table, wine drunk and mostly beyond care. You turned back around, biting your inner cheek and walking down the long upstairs hallway.
You opened your door, cringing as it made noise too loud for your liking. If your father knew you were bringing Steve up to your room, he'd be banished from the house for a month.
You let Steve in behind you, slowly shutting the door after him with a quiet thud. You heard a hum deep from Steve's throat, turning around to see him sitting on the edge of your bed, trying to hide a smile.
And it just now occurred to you how much Steve contrasted with your room.
Lacy white curtains on your windows; tied back with pink ribbons, floral wallpaper, pink bedding, stuffed animals up against the corner of your bed.
You looked at him with furrowed brows, pursing your lips to try to hide your embarrassment.
“Your room's cute,” he said with a sly smile, grabbing a stuffed bear from the corner of your bed.
“Shut up,” you huffed, quickly walking across your room and taking the bear from his hands.
“I'm serious!” he stated quickly, putting his hand up in defense. “It's all cozy and good smelling,” he defended, standing up and making his way over to your dresser.
You rubbed a hand down the side of your face. You could hear him picking up all your dainty decor.
You sat down at the edge of your bed, resting your arms on either side of yourself as you watched him. He opened your jewelry box, watching a ballerina dance in it as the wound-up box played music softly. You let out a huff that caught his attention. He shut the box lightly and turned to face you.
“I don't think I can ever leave,” he said, his eyes scanning over your frame. The way you sat with that pout on your face like you always did when you were embarrassed or annoyed. He took a few short steps over to you, plush pink carpet underneath his feet.
He grabbed your face on either side with his hands, tilting it up so you looked at him before slightly squeezing your cheeks just enough to purse your lips for him to leave a soft peck.
“So comfortable in here, seriously, you'll have to sneak me in every night.”
He hummed, reaching down to tap your thigh so you'd scoot over. You did.
He sat beside you, kissed your shoulder, then under your ear, and you hummed softly before letting out a groan of fake annoyance.
“You were laughing though— I saw your face,” you huffed. He shook his head, a smile creeping across his lips.
“Just cause it's so you, baby, that's all,” he replied simply, leaning back in to kiss your neck.
You pushed him away before he could reach your skin, “What's that supposed to mean?” you asked, your brows furrowed and your tone an attitude that came from embarrassment.
His shoulders slouched slightly, and he leaned his head back with a scoff that turned to a laugh, lying back on your bed.
“I just mean that it's what I expected, I like it,” he shifted to lie on his side, reaching for the teddy bear from moments before and moving its arms around a bit.
You rolled your eyes, moving to lie across from him on your side as you took the stuffed bear from his hands again.
“Yeah?” you asked, eyes flickering across his face for a moment. Now you were trying to hide your smile.
“Yeah,” he replied in a hushed tone, leaning in closer and finally attaching his lips to that part of your neck.
He’ll make you forget you were ever embarrassed.
