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WHEN I RODE HOME CRYING THINKING OF YOU FUCKING OTHER GIRLS.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Steve Harrington

⋆.ೃ࿔ ➯ Word Count: 855

⋆.ೃ࿔ ➯ Summary: You’re in your room listen to the radio when Robin announces a dedication from her co-worker for a certain someone

a/n: short and sweet. this came to me when listen to this song and i needed it as a one shot. it’s just pure fluff and steve being completely and utterly in love with the reader (gender neutral reader)

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The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, catching dust motes dancing in the air. Your radio, an old boombox with a slightly warped cassette deck, hums softly on your desk. The smell of worn carpet and the faint, sweet scent of the fabric softener on your sheets fills the room.

The radio crackles slightly as Robin’s voice, bright and clear, cuts through the static, “…and that was Chiquitita by ABBA folks. Up next is a request from my lovely friend and colleague. He’s dedicating this song to a very special someone. You know who you are.”

A beat of silence hangs in the air, filled only by the low hum of the boombox. Then, the opening chords of a song begin, tinny and warm through the speaker. The song is familiar, but it takes you a second to place it. The synth melody, the deep, resonant voice. As the World Falls Down from Labyrinth starts to play.

You didn’t have to guess, you knew it was Steve dedicating the song to you. Since dating him you discovered just how much of a romantic he is. Picking your favourite song to play on the radio for a ‘special someone’, you weren’t even surprised.

Honestly, it’s the kind of thing you expect him to do.

Steve was the type of guy who would show up outside your house with flowers and pebbles like a character from a romance movie. This was tame for him.

A memory surfaces instantly, vivid and warm. The two of you curled on his couch, a bowl of popcorn long forgotten, the flickering light of the TV screen painting shadows on the walls. The VHS tape whirred softly from the player, the screen flickering with the final, triumphant scenes of the movie. The Goblin King’s castle crumbled into glittering dust, and Sarah’s laughter echoed through the room as she celebrated with her friends. The credits began to roll, casting a slow-moving scroll of names across Steve’s face.

You feel the weight of his arm, the solid, comfortable warmth of him beside you. You’d rested your head against his shoulder, and he’d pressed a kiss into your hair.

He didn’t move his arm from your shoulder, his voice a low rumble next to your ear, “Okay you were right, it was a good movie.”

His thumb, which had been idly tracing patterns on your arm, stilled. The room was bathed in the soft, blue light of the rolling credits, the earlier shadows were gentle and still. The scent of buttered popcorn hung faintly in the air, mixed with the familiar smell of Steve’s laundry detergent and his cologne.

“I told you, but kept complaining saying it wasn’t your taste.”

His grin shifted into something softer, “You were right. Definitely my taste.”

“I’m always right,” you teased.

The credits music swelled, a synth-and-choir fantasia that filled the quiet living room. Steve’s chuckle was a warm vibration against your side.

“Oh, are you now?” he shifted slightly, turning more towards you, his gaze dropping to your mouth again, “Gonna have to remember that.”

His free hand came up, his fingers gently brushing a stray hair from your forehead before his palm cups your cheek. The TV light caught the fond, sleepy look in his eyes.

“You’ve still got that little smile on your face, you know.”

“Little smile?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to look at him.

His voice is soft, almost lost in the movie's soundtrack, “Right there. In the corner of your mouth. You always do it when you're really into something. It's my favorite.”

Steve’s thumb brushes the corner of your lip, a feather-light touch that makes your breath catch. His eyes are incredibly fond, fixed on yours.

You laughed, teasing him again, “Only for you.”

His voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible over the ending theme, “Only for me, huh?” his thumb stroked your cheekbone, his gaze intense and soft all at once, “Think I could get used to that.”

He leaned in slowly, his eyes fluttering shut just before his lips met yours. It was a gentle, lingering kiss, tasting faintly of popcorn and something uniquely Steve. When he pulled back, his smile was wide and genuine.

You snuggled closer to him, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you. He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer. You could feel the steady, strong beat of his heart against your side. The warmth of him was a solid, comforting presence, and the living room felt like the only place in the world.

The memory fades, leaving you back in the quiet of your bedroom with the song playing on. The radio crackles again, but it's just the song ending.

The memory fades, leaving you back in the quiet of your bedroom with the song playing on. The radio crackles again, but it's just the song ending.

Sam is (justifiably) ANGRY with Cas, he trusted this angel, he saw him as a friendly shoulder and defended him until he had nothing left to defend