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Steve Harrington x fem!ex!reader

Synopsis: After a rough day at your diner job, what seems like the worst thing to happen, might actually turn into the best.

Content: situationship final bosses, in between season three and season four (but lumax is still together suck it), fluff, use of y/n, swearing, steve sounding like an ass, reader is described as being clumsy, idk this is my first time doing this

WC: ~2k

A/N: BEAR WITH ME BEAR WITH ME guys this is my first fic i’m posting on tumblr and im nervous… i made this account a literal year ago and am just now growing the balls to start posting omg help

Now Playing: Baby Come Back by Player

Quite frankly, today sucked.

The diner you worked at had implemented a new rule: every waiter had to wear roller skates.

Personally, you thought this idea was stupid. It was already difficult enough to take care of eight tables at a time, but now, you additionally had to carry around trays while learning how to stop and trying your hardest not to fall flat on your face.

You understood the idea. To be more “retro” and “vintage”. But it just made you look more stupid and clumsy.

For what felt like the billionth time today, you slammed into the bar stool, falling into the stool and putting your head down on the bar.

“This is the dumbest, most dangerous, worst idea in the history of ideas,” you looked up to your best friend, Lucy, who worked with you at the diner, “How are you so good at this?”

“I figure skated in high school,” she bragged.

You groaned and dropped your head back to the table.

“At least we close in an hour,” Lucy shrugged, “Maybe you’ll leave with all of your bones still intact.”

“Don’t even joke about that. It would be a miracle if I broke my ankle. Then they would get rid of this idiotic rule and go back to the Keds. Keep it classy.”

Your words get cut off with the bell above the door ringing, causing a groan to leave your mouth and a gasp to leave Lucy’s.

“Oh my god.” Lucy whispered.

“What? What could possible happen to make today worse?”

You swung around on the stool just to see Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson walk through the door, with a trail of other teenagers following them.

“Oh fuck me.” You fling back around and cover your face. “Please tell me they sat anywhere other than table 12. Please Lucy.”

Lucy pulled your hands away from your face, an apologetic expression crossing her face.

You whimpered, “Of course they didn’t.”

“Maybe he won’t recognize you. I mean it’s hard to notice anything other than the dress and now the roller skates.”

“Y/N?”

Your eyes widened as you heard the voice that you used to hear first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

Your relationship with Steve Harrington hadn’t even begun before it ended.

You kissed, you did a little more than just kissing, you went on dates, you laughed, you fell asleep tangled in each other.

But then the mall fire happened.

Steve lost his job at Scoops Ahoy, and you lost yours at Orange Julius.

But what really stuck out to you were the injuries that Steve had on him. A mysterious black eye and new bruises that he blamed on bumping into things.

When you tried to ask what happened, he closed down. Avoiding questions and changing the subject. Eventually, he turned avoidant all around. Never reaching out or planning other dates.

You missed him. God, how you missed him.

But his ghosting held you back from reaching out. You were afraid to admit it, but you were more afraid that it would happen again.

Maybe he did just consider it a summer fling, even though you wanted so much more.

So you vowed to stop thinking about Steve Harrington and his stupid face.

But now, seven months later, that same stupid face is standing behind you.

You pushed off the bar, turning your stool around to finally see his eyes.

He looked the same. I mean it had only been a couple months. His hair was a little bit longer. A little more scruff on his face. But overall, the same as the last day you saw him.

“Hi, Steve.”

He took a moment, scanning your face from his position, where it looked like he was just about to sit down in the round booth.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” He started to walk a little closer to you.

“Yeah, I just started two months ago. Moved to be with Lucy after the whole fire thing.”

Steve looked at his hands, where he was fiddling with his car keys, “Right. The fire thing.”

The warm smile you had on your face slowly fell, accompanied by a small silence. Despite telling yourself not to, you felt pity for Steve, so you started the conversation back up.

“What about you?” Steve looked back up at you, “Did you end up finding anything after Scoops? Or was it too difficult to find a uniform that was as flattering as that one?”

He let out a chuckle at your attempt at a joke, nodding while shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I actually work at the Family Video now. Still with Robin. We both just kind of transferred together as a two for one deal.”

“The movie place? I don’t think I would classify you as a movie guy.”

“I’m learning,” He shrugged, “And I usually just steal recommendations from the ‘things you may like’ page on the computer.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised an eyebrow, “Give me a suggestion.”

Steve grinned, a stupid smile that took up most of his face as he looked at you, “All the Right Moves.”

You barked out a laugh, remembering the time that you tried to get Steve to watch it with you.

That night had been spent doing everything except watching the screen, in fact, Steve had barely made it past the title screen before he was kissing down your neck.

“And what exactly is it about?”

Steve smirked, “I think you remember.”

“I remember you couldn’t even focus on ten minutes of the movie.”

“I had something much better to focus on.”

Steve’s smirk had softened into a calm smile, your face mirroring his own.

In this moment, you seemed to forget all about the lack of calls. It felt like you were back at the summer before you became an adult. But just as quickly as the feeling appeared, it melted into a pool of remembrance, collecting at the base of your stomach.

“Steve, I-“

“Steve, we need you to settle a debate!”

“Shit, I should probably-“

“Yeah, yeah, get back to your friends.”

You swiveled around to grab your note pad and a pen, “In fact, I’m your waitress so I will follow you.”

You stood up, but unfortunately forgot the state of your shoes.

Before you could fall flat on your face, you felt two hands reach out and steady you.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, looking down at your skates.

“I’m so sorry,” You said, moving your hands from his biceps to the wall beside you. “It’s a new rule just made today. All waitresses must wear roller skates.”

“You can’t even ride a bike. How are you expected to roll around?”

“Don’t you think I know that?” You gripped onto the start of the booths, pulling yourself closer to the table his friends occupied, Steve following every step with his hand hovering behind you.

Finally, you arrived at the table, just to hear the teenagers yelling at each other across the table, pointing fingers and spitting accusations at each other.

“It’s basically an army! A couple of them sweep and a couple of them bite, the bitch is down!” Lucas yells.

“Are you underestimating how strong he is? One stomp and half of your motherfuckers would be dead!” Dustin fights back, pointing a finger straight in Lucas’ face.

“Oh come on, you really believe that? I think you’re realizing your argument is shit, but it’s too late now.”

“This whole argument is shit.” Max rolled her eyes, slouching down in the booth.

Dustin finally realized that Steve was standing beside the booth, immediately turning to him grabbing his sleeve.

“Steve, thank God, Steve. Who would win in a fight, okay? 1 horse sized duck, or 100 little ducks?”

“Are you serious right now?” Steve asked.

“100 little ducks, for sure.” You answered from beside him.

Lucas pointed at you, “That’s what I’ve been saying!”

Dustin groaned slamming his back against the booth cushion, “Whatever, it was a stupid concept anyway.”

“You came up with it dingus.”

“Okay enough,” Steve slipped into the booth beside Dustin, “Give your orders to Y/N, please.”

The kids went around the table, all giving some sort of speciality milkshake that the diner was known for.

“Is that everything for you guys today?”

“Yeah, we’re good. Thanks, Y/N.”

“Of course,” You started to try to turn yourself around to get back to the bar, “We will have that right out for you.”

“Are you going to be able to make it back there okay?”

“I’ll survive,” You smiled, “Hopefully.”

You did survive, and turned around giving Steve a thumbs up before handing the order back to the kitchen.

Lucy skated up next to you, carefully skidding to a stop that you were insanely jealous of.

“Just saying,” Lucy handed in another order to the cooks, “Steve is totally making goo goo eyes right now.”

“No he’s not,” You said through your teeth, “He’s the one that stopped reaching out to me, remember?”

“Of course I remember. All I’m saying is maybe there was a reason. I know a man that doesn’t want to talk to you, doesn’t look at you like that.

“Like what?” You asked, despite your brain telling you not to.

“Like a sad little puppy that is helplessly awaiting adoption.”

“And who am I in this scenario? The adoptee?”

“I guess, I didn’t really think that much into it.”

You bit your lip, twiddling with your pen and replaying the past couple minutes in your head.

“Listen, we close in forty five minutes. Maybe by then you can come up with a way to ask him to talk.” The kitchen sends out some glasses of water on a tray for Lucy to deliver to her table, “Just a suggestion.”

Before you could blink Lucy was off to her table, leaving you with your thoughts.

By the time their milkshakes had come out it was forty minutes until close, and twenty five when you delivered the check to their table.

Twenty when you took the check back, seventeen when you returned it to them with their change.

Ten when you started sweeping the floor.

Nine when you cleaned off the other tables.

Eight when you wiped the seats.

Seven when a mom and daughter came in asking for to go milkshakes.

Four when you handed those milkshakes out.

Three when Steve started to round the kids up.

Two when he finally got them to stand up.

One when he stood by the door, holding it for the kids to go through.

And forty five seconds when he went to leave himself.

“Wait!”

He turned back around just in time to catch you from where you came flying toward him on your skates.

“You have to stop coming towards me like this.”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye.”

Steve’s eyes softened, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“For leaving without saying goodbye.”

You stood there, his hands on your waist. Yours on his biceps again.

“Why did you then?” You whispered.

“Do you have any plans tonight?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Steve-“

“I have to explain everything to you. No, I want to explain everything to you.”

You took a moment, looking into his eyes, across his face, trying to tell if you should trust him again.

“Please.” He whispered in a voice that sounded so small.

You nodded, “Okay. I get home around eight thirty.”

“I’ll be there at nine.”

Steve took you in, similar to how you just traced his face, he followed the same route, going from your eyes across your face.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Steve.”

As he walked to his car where the teenagers had gathered, you realized that this goodbye didn’t feel like it was forever. In a way, it felt like a see you later. A promise that this wouldn’t be the last time you would see Steve Harrington.

And for the first time in months, the thought of seeing him again wasn’t scary or intimidating. It was welcome and exciting.