lover

it aint me babe- steve harrington x reader

summary: it’s time to let steve go.

notes: HEYY i was inspired during my day of doing absolutely NOTHING. hope you enjoy <3

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the ticking of the clock was the only sound in the room. his body was warm next to yours, but you didn’t dare to touch him. you had saw the way was looking and talking to her when you walked into family video. he used to look at you like but it made you think, did he ever stop looking at her like that? you couldn't stay in that bed any longer. you pulled you pants and shirt back on, grabbed your stuff as quiet as you could and got out of that house as quickly as you could.

you got in your car and just sat in silence. thinking back to all the times the two of you were together with nancy. was he less touchy with you around her? were there signs?

steve called and asked if you wanted to go to the diner one night, you gladly agreed. you rode your bike that night, enjoying the one last warm summer night before senior year started. you turned into the parking lot, dropped your bike off at the front door and walked in. the smile on your face faded when your eyes found steve sitting your booth with nancy sitting right next to him. you walked up to the booth slowly, they hadn't noticed you yet. they both had this look in their eyes. it reminded you of the look that you had when you looked at steve. "hello" you said quietly and sat down across from them, they both looked up at you. they discreetly scooted away from each other in the booth, you noticed. the three of you conversed until your food got to the table, nancy got up to go to the bathroom. "why is nancy here?" you asked, "do you have a problem that she is here?" he asked. "no! of course not, i just thought it was going to be you and me tonight." of course you had a problem with her being here, they had been together before you and him started dating, you felt insecure around her. nancy came back to the table, while making casual conversation you noticed steve picking food off her plate. he did that with you. that was the first time you questioned if steve still loved nancy.

days pasted and you ignored his calls. he came to your house and you told your mom to tell him that you weren't here, your car was in the drive way. you started boxing up what was his, the pictures of you with her in them, he sweatshirt he gave you the night you kissed for the first time. the smell of him wafted in your room, it made you nauseous. you turned around and he was there out of breath. "what are you doing here?" you said coldly looking at him. "you have been ignoring my calls, your mom said you weren't here but your car is. whats wrong." you turned around and decided to bite the bullet, "i think we should break up steve." a tear ran down your face. it was silent, all you heard was his breathing picking up, "wait, what? did i do something..." he rambled on. " just stop steve." you looked over your shoulder at him quickly. "im not the one you want." you stood up, picking up the box and quickly handing it to him. "of course i want you, i love you." he sat the box on the ground, refusing to look in it. "no you dont. i see the way you two look at each other steve. i haven't seen you look at me like that in months." you began to cry, he immediately knew who you were talking about. "i would have died for you steve." he was looking at the floor, his jaw was clinched. " go be with her, i will be fine." he didnt put up a fight, he picked the box up off the floor. you walked him to your front door, gave him a final goodbye kiss on the cheek. you heard that maroon car start and drive off. you slid down the door staring into the darkness of your house.

word count: 1,026

warnings: drinking, throw up mentioned

HEY SO I HAD AN EPIPHANY IN THE CAR TODAY. DON'T JUDGE I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN ONE BEFORE. PLS BE NICE <3

you’d hear the whispers the minute you stepped in the room. “did you see the pictures of her wearing that ugly aquamarine dress with him?” the group of high school aged girls laughed. “yeah she looked like a total slut!” a young girl chimed in. the words struck you hard, you thought you had disguised yourself enough to not be recognized from your photographed night on the town with him. But how could you not be recognized, you were out with THE human torch. you sat in the corner of the cafe, keeping your head down, but you couldn’t keep thinking about last night

you sat on your stoop waiting for him, the sky was similar from the new flamingo garden decoration that your neighbor got that wouldn’t stop staring at you. you couldn’t believe that you were going on a date with johnny storm. you hadn’t had a real date with him yet, just hours long phone calls on your new tangerine home phone that he helped you pick out the day you first met him. he was charming thats for sure, it was very clear after you met him why everyone wants him. you’d seen the interviews of him on your gossip magazines, and it did make you blush reading “Johnny loves space, and Johnny loves women.” next to a picture of him wearing his spacesuit and a stupid grin. and you could tell through the phone when he asked you on your first official date he wore that grin, it made you blush.

he walked up to your stoop, he looked so handsome in the sunset. “hello you” he said and held out his hand for me to grab. “what a gentleman” you said, that made him chuckle. “and what does the most fantastic johnny storm have planned for us this evening?” you asked, “well sweetheart, i have it all planned out…” you turned to look at him and it felt like you were drunk. the final rays of light shining on to his blonde and time slowed while he talked about your plans for the evening. that feeling ended quickly when a scream took you out of your state of awe, “OH MY GOD ITS JOHNNY STORM! I LOVE YOU! CAN I GET A PICTURE” a teenage girl screamed, it turned everyone’s head. everyone rushed towards you and johnny with their cameras. you had put a hand up to cover your face from the cameras, but it was too late, there were so many pictures of you and johnny storm. johnny pulled you hard to start running from the fans and the cameras. running in your new aquamarine dress that you picked out just for this occasion, it felt like this was a big mistake. would you have to run away from cameras and adoring fans every time you went on a date with him? johnny pulled you into a neon lit bar.”i am so sorry baby, i had no idea” you cut him off, “its okay, im taking a chance.” that made him smile.

you and johnny sat at the bar, the air was thick with smoke and the sound of clinking glasses surrounded you. johnny cleared his throat and handed a glass of beer, he raised his up “here’s to you” you clinked his glass with his. after many beers and closing out the bar, you and johnny stumbled back to your apartment. johnny was drunk, you were not at his level. he was clinging on to you, hands on your shoulders, then your forearms, then your hips. you felt your heart speed up, but you needed to focus to get back to your place so he could sleep it off. out of nowhere you saw the flashes, you tried to walk faster but johnny was walking to slow. “JOHNNY!LOOK OVER HERE!JOHNNY!” the camera men yelled at him. you just kept pulling him, he pulled you back, holding you close and kissing your cheek. you knew these pictures would be everywhere in the morning, you could see the headline now “THE HUMAN TORCH WITH MYSTERY WOMAN”.

you and johnny finally lost the camera men and were walking into your apartment. you could hear johnny slurring to himself behind you. “im drunk, like drunk drunk. you know sweetheart i don’t feel to good” johnny ran into the first room he could find this drunk, you chased after him realizing he ran into your bedroom. “NO” you screamed, but it was too late, johnny had been sick all over your bed. you sat him down on the ground and pulled the soiled bedspread and sheets. while you were remaking the bed, you heard rusting behind you. before you knew it johnny was jumping into your bed, he had taken off his clothes and left them in a messy pile in your pristine room. he made himself at home in your spot, even grabbing your copy of a gossip magazine off your nightstand. “you know sweet thing, a lot of the stuff in this isn’t true.” he said, you couldn’t help but stare at him, johnny storm is in your bed shirtless. this is every girls dream, if anyone found out you would be paying the price. “so do you really love women johnny storm?” you asked jokingly, he looked up at you with a light blush covering his cheeks. “its more like i love a woman.” he looked so serious when he said that to you, but you knew better he is drunk. “goodnight johnny storm.” you turned out the lights and left the room, choosing to sleep on the couch. you couldn’t handle sleeping next to him.

when you woke up he was gone, but he left a note “call me <3”.