Stranger Things: Steve Harrington: That Funny Guy
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Pov: Reader
Warnings: Shy!Reader, cockiness, bad-boy stereotype, touchy-feely vibes, high school, 18+, fluff, assault, degrading words from a douchebag.
Summary: Everyone told you to stay away from the infamous Steve Harrington, but it's not like you wanted his attention anyways.
WC-2.3k
A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers
Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List
There was no way that Steve Harrington was truly as bad as everyone had claimed him to be to me. A star light of the small town we lived in. Hawkins had told the story of the manwhore that Steve Harrington was. Told the town of how he was a creep to all the girls except of course the nerdys girls. The cheater of Hawkins I think was a title I had heard going around the small town.
Yet when I looked at him he was nothing but sweet, doe eyes looking back me and there wasn’t malice behind them like everyone had said. That was until I got to see closer behind those closed doors that Steve keeps locked up so tight. It was a party that had let me into the inner circle. It wasn’t malice but a different side of Steve, I think I was bound to find.
Steve from what I knew always threw parties so getting an invite wasn’t something to take lightly. He had walked up to me one day, I was walking with Robin to my car. He stopped us, sprinting towards us, hair flowing, and that cheeky smile that gave life to his face. His hand catching me on my arm, he was so quick to spin me around. He had my full attention and he knew it. You see I’d never really had a conversation with Steve, my parents from the moment we moved to the small town had told me to stay away from the Harrington family. I hadn’t pushed on why, but the stories continued to grow the longer I stayed around.
“Hello ladies,” He said his hand was still wrapped around my arm. His touch was like a zap from a taser, the sad thing was I didn’t mind the feeling it was leaving behind. “We have names ya know.” I heard Robin quickly say, before Steve could even make piece and leave us. “Yeah, so I’m throwing a party this weekend, my parents are out of town. Why don’t you two ladies come” He said.
I felt Robins eyes boring into my back but so were Steves.
“I’d hate for you to miss it.” Steve said winking at me. “Yeah, we’ll come see what you have to offer.” I answered and then twisted out of his grip. Before walking away from him, I could only imagine leaving that boy in a state of utter confusion. “I wonder if that shit works with all the girls?” Robin asked we climbed into our seats. I laughed and watched the review mirror as Steve stood there looking dumbfounded as ever. Maybe even for the first time in his life.
It was the weekend quicker then I thought, as I got dressed for this damn party at Steves. I’d taken the rest of the week to really figure out if I wanted to go or not. And honestly it wasn’t that hard of a choice. “No” But you see Robin had a different plan in mind, she’d gone through her closet. Throwing dresses, and sweet outfits together as I watched her. “You honestly are thinking of going aren’t you?” I questioned her as I sat on her bed. She turned around and gave me a look like I was the stupidest person on the planet.
“Yeah, I don’t know what you’ve heard about Steve, but he throws banger parties at his house. Of course I wanna go, hey maybe you can even meet someone to hook up with.” Robin said wiggling her eyebrows at me. I tired to conceal my laugh as I shook my head in amusement. I didn’t wanna hook up with anyone, I just wanted to learn more about the parties host.
Okay maybe I want… I wanted to long ago to hook up with Steve but that had been trampled when I started to heard about all the bullshit that people were talking when it came to Steve.
Steve harrington was the man of the man at our high school. With chicks dragging behind him, but there was something behind all his big poofy hair, the girls that stayed attached to him like glue, the smart ass comements, and the smirks he threw out.
Robin shoved a dresses into my chest. I gave her the most dramatic look I could muster. I held the dress up to my frame. “Fine I’ll wear this but don’t expect me to actually like it.” I said mustering up all the confidence. I slipped into the tiny, dark red fabric. It was stuck to my skin, like saran wrap to tupper ware containers. I came out from behind the bathroom door. Trying my hardest to smooth down the fabric, trying to even pull it down further down my legs to leave me what I felt was less exposed, but when Robin turned her head to look over at me. Her eyes grew in excitement and she rushed over to me.
“Girl you look amazing, and stop fidgeting.” Robin said guiding us over to her standing mirror. I looked at the both us. Her reflection was pure delight. A bright smile, and a set of heavy makeup surrounded her eyes. She had also gotten dressed. Her outfit rang more of her Robin bell then this dress ever did. Her mini skirt and crop top was bedazzled with small sequins.
Piling into my car, Robin put in a certain tape and she tried her hardest to make me jam out with her. At every red light she’d poke me in the side and except a dance move out of me. But I wasn’t one for dancing, or partying, or anything that was written all over Steve Harringtons face. I wasn’t a popular kid, I wasn’t the kid that got drunk and thought a swim in the pool would be cool. I wasn’t like anyone in Steves circle.
I wonder if that made me more of a challenge for him?
Regardless, when all the red lights to Steves house had ended and I could hear the music drifting from his house at the start of the cul-de-sac. I started to grow nervous. The shortness of the dress, and the only thing I could imagine of course was the worst of it all. I brought the car to a stop. I sat sill as I pulled the key. I felt Robins hand come over to my shoulder. My attention drifting over to her. “It will be okay Y/n. Just let go for the night.” She was being so sincere. So much of what Robin was not most of the time. I took her words to heart, and shallowed my nerves. “Okay, let’s go have fun.” I said.
The party was banging behind closed doors, so as Robin and I walked up to the front door there wasn’t much need to knock on the door. We let our selves in, and the smell of alcohol and weed hit my nose. Hitting me like a freight train Robin grabbed at my wrist dragging me to what I could only omaigne was once a clean kitchen. But now was stroone with red solo cups, and way to many different versions of alcohol bottles. I wasn’t one for drinking, having only done it out of spite. And that wouldn’t even be called drinking it was one shot of some horrible drink that my father kept in the glass cabinet.
Robin was already pouring two red solo cups. “Rob..” “Didn’t you say you’d have fun, and relax?” She says questioning me. My words fall, and I just let her continue before I end up with a drink in my hand. I smell the contents. It smell sweet, and I get the notion that it won’t be anything like my father bottle. “It’s sweet.” Robin encourages me, I don’t need it but it’s nice and familiar of her.
As I take the sip of the red solo cup I loose my sight but not my hearing. That classic voice comes ringing into the kitchen. “I see you ladies..” Then dead silent. I drop my cup, my eyes landing on the only person with that voice. Steve. He’s staring at me, his eyes dripping over my frame. Tongue jetting out to lick his lips. They look plump, even in the dim trashy light of the kitchen. “You look good Y/n.” He commented quickly, before reaching between Robin and I to graba solo cup and drinking it regardless of the fact he doesn’t know what it contents.
“Stay safe, while you’re drinking.” I say looking over my shoulder at him. “Okay, mommy what ever you say.” Steves quick to quip before leaving me and Robin standing alone once again. Robin looks over grinning at me. “Oh my god. He’s ruthless.” I shake my head lightly and bring the cup back to my lips. “Oh mommy, whatever you say mommy.” Robin goes teasing the boy that had left the room. To much alcohol in his system I think he forgets that he’s talking to me. A nobody, A nobody in his path.
About 5 more red solo cups and the fear of dancing with robin fades into the background alsong with the music. As I see Steve chatting up with a girl. A blonde girl her breasts are pushing so close to her chin I think she might not be able to breathe. A slick black dress and to high heels that she’s practically falling into Steves arms. Robin catches my gaze, and giggles her hand come to fall on m shoulder.
“Is mommy jealous?!” She says the alcohol driping from her breathe. She’s teasing me now, “No… I’m just worried about her feet… yeah her feet” I say as I sway with Robin. “Her fe… et?” Robin questions me all I can do is roll my eyes and fall back into the background of the music and fall behind Robin before I see another disgusting moment between Seve and this chick.
The dancing only keeps me distracted until a hand that is neither Robins nor my own are my hips. Robin isn’t paying attention her head is pressed into my chest, and her skin is radaitaing heat as she sways us slowly. “Hey you should drop her and come dance with me baby.” I heard a strange male voice say from behind me. “No I’m good, but thankful.” I said matter-of-factly. Before returning my attention back to my drunk friend. “Come on, drop the lesbian.” He says his grip on my hips grows harder. I try to get away but with the dead wieght of Robin I can’t get away.
The said thing is I don’t even know who the hell is touching me like this so intimate. I just wished that Robin was awake and not drunk she’d be punching the shit out of this guy right now, but atlase I was alone in this encounter. “No, like I said before thank you but no thank you.” I tried to stay strong but it was flattening as his grip became to make me bend into him.
His voice grew stronger, and louder. “Don’t say no to me. I know what you want with you wearing that skimpy dress.” He says. I can’t beilive this is happening, with all the peopel around I can’t believe I thought coming here was going to be a good idea. There’s reasons why I never left my house.
“Excuse me.” I hear, theres that classic voice. I feel like he’s acting like my knight is shining armor. “What the hell do you want?” I hear the argument start. “She’s with me or at least if she wasn’t acting like such a tease.” I hear the voice continue on. “Dude get your hands off of her, you dick.” Steve goes off “Why is she yours? Cause damn I wouldn’t want damaged goods.” He says, it pricks apart of my pride. Robins words roll through my head “Just relax” I roll my eyes ar the thought.
“Dude what the actual fuck… Get the fuck out of here. Actually all of you get the fuck parties over.” I hear Steve yell. I hear the growns and I step away from the man who’d been creeping his way closer to me before Steve ‘saved’ me. I drop Robin to an emty clean spot on the couch. I look around getting a glsimp of the guy leaving first. He’s got jock written all over his face, and it’s even better when he turned and I see his football jacket. I sigh heavily.
As the people dwindled out, I finally sit on the couch not so scared to be slightly unaware of my surrounding. “I’m sorry.” Steves says coming to sit not next to me but close. I don’t look up, “It’s my fault. I say in a hushed voice. “What?!” I heard steve question me quickly. “Yeah he’s right.” I say back. “No, y/n fuck no you aren’t at fault. Guys like him have no boundaries and think they can get what they want even though they push much more then needed.” He went on to say. But there was still distrust in his words for me.
“Can I come sit closer to you?” He asks. I shake my head and his warmth is nice when I remember just how short of a dress I’m in. “Y/n.” He says, his finger hooking under my chin forcing me to look at him. “Steve” I answer back. “You aren’t and didn’t do anything wrong.” I see his eye skim over to Robins sleep body. “I’m sorry I invited you. I should have been a better host.” He says dropping his finger but the warmth on my skin is still there. “It wasn’t your fault, and Steve you’re the best host. You literally cancelled the whole thing all over some stupid girl.” I said our knees touching more. I shiver, “You’re not a stupid girl though Y/n.” Steve says, grabbing the throw blanket over my shoulders. “I never said I was..” I get cut off when Steve wraps his arm over my shoulders.
“Can you just stay here for a moment?” Steve asks. I hum and enjoy the warmth before reality sets in.
The Adults-
Completed on: 09/27/22
Posted on: 09/28/22
