#wf!reader

──── 𓊈 ꕤ Steve Harrington x Wife!Reader

──── 𓊈 ꕤ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; In a beach trip Steve realize that he have the life of his dream next to the love of his life and his two little nuggets.

──── 𓊈 ꕤ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁; 956.

──── 𓊈 ꕤ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲; a lot of fluff, steve being the husband he is, vanilla, two fools in love—I wrote this listening Margaret by Lana del Rey so you know.

──── 𓊈 ꕤ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀; (¿) no one this is just love, fatherhood and more love. english isn't my first language so you know any grammar mistake u can tell me

──── 𓊈 ꕤ 𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲; so, here I am, again. I wrote this because I know that Steve Harrington would be the best husband and father one could ask for. Also because my love for Joe is growing more and more. I have serious feelings for this men (💔💔) fuckgratulations to who it's playing with his hair every single day.

The sun clung to Steve’s tanned skin like a magnet, highlighting every freckle that traced a path from his back, up his neck, and scattered across his face.

At this point, the sand felt unbearable between his toes, and on his hands too, after trying and failing to build sandcastles more times than he could count.

His lips were slightly tense, whether from smiling too much or from the fact that he hadn’t had water in over an hour. His eyes were red from the saltwater.

And yet, they were fixed on her.

On the woman who had stood beside him through dimensional hell and creatures ripped straight out of a D&D campaign. The woman with gentle eyes and a bright smile, wild and untamed hair. Soft hands, arms he could always run to when fear crept in, arms that held him with care when the nightmares came back to torment him.

She was there.

Just a few meters away from him, but there she was.

Her hair danced to the rhythm of the salty wind, still damp from the ocean, as she ran across the beach, leaving footprints behind her. Small droplets of water slid down her face.

He watched her carefully, afraid that at any moment he might wake up and she would be gone.

Then she turned around, sunlight glowing behind her, outlining her figure as if she had just stepped down from the sky itself. Steve squinted when the white pearls of her smile hit his vision, certain that for a moment, she had completely blinded him.

His feet never stopped moving until he stood in front of her. Instinctively, his hands went to the camera hanging from his neck, and without thinking, he pressed the button. The sound of the waves was interrupted by a soft click.

“What are you doing, Steve?” she asked, laughing. He swore it sounded like angels.

He didn’t answer, only lifted the camera closer to her face.

“Can’t I take pictures of my wonderful, beautiful wife?” he teased, pressing the button again, this time capturing her silhouette.

She shook her head, amused, reaching for the camera to push it aside. But for obvious reasons, Steve was faster. He moved it out of the way and slipped his free hand to her hip, continuing to record.

“Oh no… insufferable Steve and his camera are back,” she murmured playfully, rolling her eyes.

“Insufferable Steve? Huh?” He tugged her closer by the hip, pressing their bodies together. He felt her chest against his bare one and smiled mischievously. “Well, sweetheart, you’re married to this insufferable guy. Not much you can do about it.”

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.” Her warm breath brushed against his cheek, and before he could process it, his lips were on hers.

The taste of piña colada, the sea, and all the love they shared made them sigh in unison. One of her hands slid to the back of his neck, while the other tangled in his hair.

Steve tightened his grip on her waist, his fingers sinking into her skin, hearing her sigh at the touch.

The kiss was slow, warm, sweet.

Anyone watching them would immediately know they loved each other endlessly. Without prejudice. Without lust.

Desire. Innocence. Love.

They stayed like that for long minutes, clinging to each other as if life itself depended on it, accompanied by the waves and the sun beginning to set.

Laughter pulled them back to reality, and they noticed the two little girls holding hands. Jane and Roslyn. Both showing off their tiny teeth as their eyes sparkled under the orange hues painting the sky, making them look even more innocent and joyful.

“Mommy and daddy are kissing,” Jane whispered, or tried to, into her younger sister’s ear, still giggling.

Roslyn’s cheeks flushed noticeably. Even under that sky, it was obvious she was blushing.

Steve shared a look with his wife and, without loosening his hold on her waist, captured the image of their daughters. Jane leaning in to whisper into Roslyn’s ear, Roslyn smiling shyly.

“That’s gross, mom!” Jane yelled when she saw her parents’ lips meet again.

Steve pulled away to scoop Jane up into his arms, lifting her into the air and shaking her playfully until she burst into laughter, throwing her head back.

She smiled, watching it all through the camera lens as she snapped photo after photo.

Roslyn hid shyly behind her mother’s silhouette, watching her father with hopeful eyes. Steve noticed and, still holding Jane, stepped closer and lifted the youngest into his other arm.

He turned his back to her then, his silhouette glowing under the last light of sunset. Each little head rested on his shoulders as they watched the waves crash and the clouds fade away.

Click.

Later that night, Steve sat on the couch, she curled up on his lap, breathing softly, clearly asleep. One hand gently stroked her hair while the other repeatedly pressed the “previous” button on the camera.

And he saw it.

He saw the photo and smiled like never before.

It might have been his favorite picture, even though she wasn’t in it. But the fact that she had taken it made it even better.

He was sure he could never be happier than he was with his girls.

Thanks for reading.