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With Cable-knit Sweaters and Freshly Pressed Levis

Genre: ANGST some fluff

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You're going off to college and Steve starts to feel a little insecure about where his life is going resulting in him saying something he regrets. Robin talks some sense into him.

A/N: this is lightly edited, i just really wanted to get it out to you guys soon. also the end is heavily inspired by Say Anything, also writing it felt absolutely ridiculous and goofy im sorry.

Word count: 5700+

Warnings: it gets a little steamy in a small part, nothing serious, some cursing

The leaves crunched under the barely worn in rubber soles of Steve Harrington’s Nike Cortez, it was the first fall season since he had graduated high school. Truthfully, Steve felt his feelings were a bit jumbled, while his high school career was momentous he welcomed graduation with a bittersweet heart, Steve felt almost sad- almost longing- for a time when his biggest problem was passing Mrs. Wilson’s math class, or whether he’d see you passing in the halls on his way to English or not.

God, he was absolutely smitten with you back then. Still is, in fact.

Everything about you made Steve’s breath catch in his throat and stomach erupt in butterflies. When he officially asked you to be his girlfriend, during a classic Steve Harrington movie date, he joked that he’d have eternally sweaty palms because you made him so nervous, so jittery. The memory alone, the image of pulling up in front of your house and you coming out of the door wearing that pretty dress, with your hair curled just right around your face, had his palms starting to get clammy as he pulled out the keys from his pocket.

It took a bit of elbow grease, some jiggling of the key in the lock to finally get the deadbolt to slide over, effectively unlocking the door to Family Video. Steve was in no rush to open this morning, just as long as he clocked in on time (which he did) he could saunter around fixing things here and there making sure it all looked neat and orderly, knowing that even on his days off, Keith was bound to make an appearance at some point to nitpick and complain.

Unfortunately for Steve, his tidying up only lasted so long before he was planted behind the counter, chin resting in his palm, arm propped up on the counter. He was tempted to start counting seconds until Robin had to clock in. Today was the first Friday since school had started back up, meaning Robin had to change her availability to after school shifts only.

School now was a bit of a sore subject for Steve.

Sure on the social ladder, Steve Harrington was on the tippy top, but popularity doesn't get you into college… turns out neither does barely passing grades. While he often muttered sly remarks or witty jokes at the expense of Hawkins High School’s notorious repeat senior, Steve wasn’t too far from repeating senior year himself. Really, the only reason he was able to pass his classes by the skin of his teeth was you.

You, who he had the stupidest crush on.

You, who was never in any of his classes because you were almost an entire year ahead all throughout the four years of school.

You, who was bribed to tutor him for his math class, a class you had passed the semester prior.

You, who was packing to go to some big name school on the east coast, a school that if he even tried to apply to, would laugh in his face after using his transcripts as coasters.

Steve loves you, he’s sure he has loved you ever since the first time he saw you back in the eighth grade during the only class he had ever shared with you- mandatory P.E, and he’s certain you love him. Why else would you touch him so gently, kiss him so passionately, if not because you love him. But then again Steve, at one point in his life, was certain he’d be in college by now, proudly wearing a sweatshirt with the name of some hoity toity college plastered across the chest while you praised him for being so smart, so cool, so unbelievably talented and driven.

Things change, plans change, people change.

You were going to the hoity toity school, wearing the college sweater… and he was working at Family Video and had a stack of rejection letters thick enough to be used as a mattress if he ever needed it. Steve knew you'd never hold it against him, never in a million years would you make him feel bad about being an immature teenager, you were just perfect like that and right about now it was making Steve feel worse about himself.

The new school, new campus, new people would present you with so many opportunities, and Steve wasn’t naive to this. It was like a whole new world of job opportunities, learning opportunities, and even opportunities dressed in cable knit sweaters with freshly pressed Levis, hair cut short and presentable to fit in with the other lawyers, doctors, businessmen and other hotshot collegiate bachelors. This wasn’t to say Steve didn’t trust you, he trusted you with his life and Dustin’s, but it was the guilt that was eating away at him. The guilt that he was keeping you away from what you wanted, what you deserved- the hotshot, hoity toity college men that wore Ralph Lauren to Tuesday evening class. Steve felt guilty because he felt as though he was keeping you from being with someone who deserves you more than he did. He had voiced these concerns, very subtly of course, in the past and you were quick to disagree.

But things change, plans change, people change, and maybe that includes you changing as well.

The bright ringing of the phone brought Steve out of his spiraling negativity, he shook his head quickly before reaching under the counter to answer the call.

“Family Video, you’ve got Steve on the line.” He greeted with the mandatory opener Keith made him memorize his first week.

A familiar giggle flitted through the receiver making his heart dance in his chest.

“Y/n…” He drawled knowingly.

“Morning Stevie, how’s work?” You asked, Steve could hear your smile through your tone- his mood immediately brightening.

He shrugged, putting the phone between his jaw and shoulder, “Oh you know, some drama here, mystery there.”

Steve waits to hear you laugh at his corny joke before continuing, “Honestly, not as busy as you'd think a video store would be at,” He paused to look down at his watch for the time. “10:30 am on a Friday. I mean I was expecting hoards of people to come in through those doors, but not a single soul. Can you believe that, pretty girl?”

You laughed again, and if he closed his eyes he could almost picture the flustered look you'd get when he called you by that pet name.

“Well Steve, maybe you’re just super intimidating- you're scaring off the customers.”

“Oh yeah, this green vest I’m sporting really screams scary and intimidating.”

Steve smiles as he hears you chuckle again, “What’s got you in such a good mood?”

“Nothing really, I just finished packing- everything is ready to go… To be honest, I think it's more of a nervous laugh.” You start to trail off.

“Oh so my jokes weren’t actually landing, yeah, alright that’s cool. No, I’m not hurt or anything it’s fine-”

You playfully cut him off with a groan of his name.

He chuckles before getting a bit more serious, “What’s got my pretty girl nervous giggling then, huh?”

The line goes silent for a moment, worrying Steve and making him think this was more serious then you had let on.

“So you know how I’m supposed to drive up to Princeton towards the end of next month to start classes?”

Steve hummed in agreement.

“Well, I got a call from the Dean today, she said a spot opened up in the program I had wanted to join- remember the one I got waitlisted for then told to reapply next year because all the spots were filled? Well, turns out someone dropped it and the spot opened up.”

Your infectious excitement bled through the phone, making Steve’s bones tingle with happy adrenaline.

“Oh baby, that’s great! I’m so happy for you.” He cooed into the phone, knowing how devastating it was for you when you found out you wouldn't be getting into the program you wanted to.

You cleared your throat, a nervous tick you have, “Thank you, Stevie, but- um- the thing is…I’m leaving on Wednesday. I know, I know, it’s such short notice and I’m so glad I decided to pack everything early because what were we going to do if I hadn’t and-”

Steve stood with the phone pressed to his face shell shocked. You were leaving on Wednesday, only five days from now. He felt his whole world come crumbling down to his feet, every insecurity and guilt ridden thought coming to the forefront of his mind. At least when he knew you were leaving a month from now, he still had time to push his feelings away, ignore them until it was absolutely impossible. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to feel, what to do or say, or even what to think. He was incredibly, painfully overwhelmed, and he was almost certain you had caught onto his unresponsiveness by the way you kept repeating his name.

“...Steve? Are you still there?” You spoke softly into the phone, hoping the call hadn’t dropped.

“I’m here.” He croaked out, barely.

You let out a breath of relief, “Oh thank god, thought the call dropped for a seco-”

“Y/N, are you sure about this?” He asked in a single, labored breath.

“Yeah, I’m sure. This has been my dream since the seventh grade, of course I want-”

Steve shook his head, “No. Are you sure about this… about us… and the distance?”

“Stevie, baby,” Your voice was soft, comforting. “I am one hundred and ten percent sure about us. I love you, Steve, no amount of miles is going to change that.”

The line was silent again, a heavy silence that made your skin crawl and goosebumps break out the back of Steve’s neck. A silence that makes you feel self conscious, forcing you to continue speaking.

“Unless… unless you-”

His mouth seemed to move faster than his brain and he finally knows what a terrible burden it must be for Robin to be cursed with the lack of a filter as he blurts out, “I don’t- I don’t think I am.”

“Oh.”

A single syllable. One word (he doubted he could even call it a word), had Steve screwing his eyes shut in regret.

I don’t think I am.

What possessed him to say something so definite, so damning, so unchangeable? Of course he was sure about your relationship, knowing it would withstand an asteroid hit if it came to it, yet here he was- Steve Harrington, absolute blackhole coming in to destroy the sound foundation you two had built over the last eight months with just one phrase, I don't think I am.

“It’s just I’ve been thinking… a lot… and you’re moving to a whole new city with whole new people…”

God Steve just shut up, his brain begged.

“A lot of new…opportunities.”

“Opportunities?” You questioned.

Steve shut up.

“Yeah, opportunities…people. Maybe I’m not what's best for you anymore.”

“Steve, you’re perfect for me, what are you talking about? I want you, Steve, not any new…opportunity.”

Shut up, Steve.

“Well maybe,”

For the love of god.

“I don’t want…”

Just think about this Steve.

“Steve?” You sounded so broken, so hurt, yet your tone didn't even register in Steve’s mind until it was too late.

“Maybe I don't want you to…want me… anymore.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

There was that silence again before you let out a humorless laugh.

“Oh my god, Harrington, are you breaking up with me over the phone at work?”

The last time you called him Harrington, you had just been told that you were being forced to tutor him in math.

Steve shut his eyes again, trying to figure out a way to rewind time and figure out how he royally just fucked everything up.

“Listen, if you wanted to be single again and open to your own new opportunities, all you had to do was say that. No need to make yourself seem like some hero, selflessly allowing me to be with other people.”

“No you don’t-”

You cut him off, anger clear even through the shitty phone at Family Video, “No, I do get it. You're not up for the long distance thing, it’s cool. Honestly, I should've expected it- but then again I should feel lucky that King Steve even allowed me to date him for a few months, right?”

Steve felt a lump starting to form in his throat, his stomach dropping to his knees at the mention of his douchey high school persona.

“No, Y/N, I just…” He paused, all words evading him rendering him absolutely unable to fix the situation.

You let out a breath, speaking slowly and carefully, your voice tired, “I’m leaving on Wednesday, Steve. If I don’t see you before I leave…I hope you find someone you want to want you.”

“Y/N-”

“Bye, Steve.”

The line went silent, only this time it was an empty silencing ringing through Steve’s ears.

___

The bell on top of the door jingled. Steve couldn’t see who walked in, the patterned carpet seemed to have his complete attention.

“...Earth to Dingus?”

Robin.

Was it really 3:30pm already?

Did he take his lunch? He had to have, right?

Steve honestly can’t remember, and he’s not sure how its been hours since that stupid phonecall but he’s sure it has been because Robin is here. Robin’s shift starts at 3:30, so that means it’s 3:30.

“Hey, Rob.”

Robin looked at Steve quizzically. Never once in all her years of knowing Steve has he ever sounded so dim, dull, and…boring. Sure he’s spoken about things she truly had no interest in, but his cadence and tone was always dancing around excitedly, his words and gestures animated. Robin thinks of a word that could describe his state, quickly landing on empty. Steve looked and sounded unnaturally empty today.

“Steve? I know we haven’t really been friends for that long, granted I do believe fighting evil Russians together might make us closer than normal friends and you know a lot more about me than most people…you know with the whole…girl situation, anyway we haven't been friends for that long but I think something is wrong with you and it’s really freaking me out and my mom says I ramble when I’m nervous which I'm pretty sure im doing now but I’ve never seen you like this and really what I’m trying to say is what’s wrong with you…well, I mean it in like an ‘are you okay’ way, not like a mean ‘oh my god what is wrong with you’.”

Robin took a breath, Steve seemed to get more zoned out the more she talked which made her more nervous, making her ramble even more until she decided to force herself to close her mouth and focus on her friend's answer.

“I’m cool.”

She shook her head, “No, actually, you’re not.”

“...as a cucumber.”

The statement made Robin panic more, her legs moving on instinct toward the phone that was conveniently placed on the opposite side of the counter from Steve.

“Alright, fine. You’re freaking me out, so I’m just gonna call Y/N and she can come-”

Steve seemed to move at lightning speed grabbing the handset of the phone from Robin’s hand and cradling it to his chest. Robin’s eyes widened in shock, slowly trailing up from the deathgrip he had on the phone to the look of pleading painted across Steve’s features, he looked near tears.

“Please…don’t call her.”

Over the next hour Steve filled Robin in on the phone call, word for reciting the entirety to her seeing as it had been seared into his brain after all. He then spent the hour after that unpacking all of his insecurities for his friend to understand why he did what he did. Everything from his dad, to his barely average grades, and the stupid boys who probably wear Ralph Lauren and have good relationships with their filthy rich parents, and will most probably see you and fall in love with you’re smile and witty charm the same he did. The same way he, Steve Harrington, stupid boy with wealthy parents and an ego to go along with everything fell in love with you.

He knows it’ll happen because it happened to him.

“...Okay, so maybe this isn't the best situation you could be in. But! But, it could be salvageable.”

Steve huffed, “Robin you weren’t there, you didn’t hear it. It’s not like I told her I was just done with the relationship, I said I didn't want her to want me anymore, basically just rejecting her love and saying I don't want her anymore. There is no coming back from this, an- and maybe it's for the best, you know?”

Robin looked dumbstruck, “Uh, no, no I don’t know.”

“She's going to Princeton, Rob. Princeton. Do you know how people get into schools like Princeton?” Steve asked incredulously before lifting his hand and counting on his fingers. “One, you either have to be really smart, and I mean like really really smart, so they want you to come to make them look better. They would do anything for these people to come to their school, grants, scholarships you name it. And do you know the second and final way of getting into a school like Princeton? Having a ridiculously stupid amount of money. So much money it’s coming out of your ass, and even then the people with money aren’t dumb. They won't just bring on anyone who can afford it, they still have a grade point average I couldn’t even achieve in my dreams.”

“...And?”

Steve huffed, frustrated that Robin clearly wasn't getting his point, “And she’s going to go there, surrounded by rich, smart, and probably good looking guys- men, surrounded by these rich men, and they are going to take one look at her and see exactly what I saw… the total love of my life.”

The room went silent as Robin looked at him sadly, Steve still looking down in thought before speaking up again.

“And she’s gonna say no to that?” He whispered, more to himself. “For what? Some guy who couldn;t even get into college? Some guy who works at the local Family Video?”

“Steve…”

Steve shook his head, sniffling as he held up his hand to her, “No, Robin. I won’t- I won’t let her throw her whole life away for me. I’m not going anywhere, I’m not good enough to go anywhere. I was born in Hawkins and I’ll probably die here too.” Steve let out a humorless laugh, “It’s not even a guarantee I’ll be able to grow old with her…not with how things have been going. It’s better if she gets away from here, if she gets away from me.”

Robin could feel her heart breaking as her friend, her best friend, spoke with such a sad conviction in his voice.

“Steve…that girl loves you. Look, I’m not the best at this whole relationship thing- trust me I know- but her heart beats for you. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people as in love as you and Y/n. I understand you're worried about her, and I understand that you think there are other people out there that are better for her, bu- but that's her decision in the end and maybe in some weird, man way you are trying to protect your own heart by pushing her away first but god Steve both of you will be miserable without each other. She loves you and you love her, and at the end of the day she knows the risks that come with loving you and it's her decision to love you. You think these guys are better for her than you but that's because you don’t see her the way she sees you. If that makes sense. You don’t see the way she looks at you with so much love and passion and something else that I can't name because I’ve never felt what she feels when she looks at you. Steve, in her eyes you’re it. You are the sun, and the moon, and everything beautiful. Just because you can't see it doesn mean she doesn't.”

Robin huffed out the last sentence, very clearly out of breath as Steve just stared at her stunned. She didn’t know where all that came from, deep down thinking maybe it was lingering jealousy she used to feel when she’d see the way you looked at Steve, or maybe the fact that Steve had the perfect person right in front of him, in his arms, and he was going to throw it all away because he couldn’t see just how much she loved him.

Whatever it was, her long, awkwardly flowing ramble seemed to ignite a fire in Steve. He ran to the backroom before coming back out, jacket in hand. He tugged off his green vest in a rush, nearly getting tangled in the clothing piece.

“Robin…you’re a genius.” He breathed out before turning to the door.

Robin shook her head as she watched him jog toward the glass doors before skidding to a stop and turning on his heels, only to run back over to the counter. He leaned over the desk, grabbing Robin by the cheeks and planting a thankful kiss to her forehead.

“Thank you.” He smiled.

She made a face, moving to wipe off his kiss from her forehead with a scrunched nose.

“Whatever Dingus just don’t mess this up, yeah?”

Steve yelled back, already halfway to the door, “Yeah, and if Keith comes by cover for me!”

Robin shook her head as she slowly walked toward the glass door, watching Steve run into his car almost hitting his head in the process before speeding away.

It took a few seconds of watching Steve’s car disappear down the road before her eyes shifted toward the sign on the door, the blank white placard was facing her and she could only chuckle as she realized what was on the other side, facing out- ‘Out to Lunch’.

Steve did go to lunch…only he forgot to turn the sign back around.

Robin flips the sign and walks back to the desk, her question of why everything had been so quiet answered.

—

The bare walls of your room brought more tears to your eyes. Every poster, picture, and keepsake now tucked away into boxes, leaving the once busy walls desolate and eerie. You never understood it before, when people talked about how off putting it was to see everything you own packed up into boxes but now as you stood surrounded by four plain walls and at least ten cardboard boxes of varying sizes it was the most surreal feeling in the world. It was just a room, just things, yet you didn't like that you couldn't see them now that they sat in boxes, you couldn’t see yourself in this room anymore. It was just a room.

Your emotions had been up and down ever since the phone call earlier in the day. A break up was the last thing you were expecting when you picked up the phone to call your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, Steve. You had cried about that for most of the day, took a break once in a while to nurse your headache from crying, then you’d be reminded of Steve somehow and start the process all over again.

The scuff mark on the wall near the door.

“So this is my room. We can study here, it’ll be a lot quieter.” You explained, opening the clean, white door to your room.

Steve walked in just behind you, eyes focused on the way your hair fell perfectly behind you and how with every step he’d get a whiff of your perfume. Something floral, maybe some vanilla? He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew he’d remember it for the rest of his life.

“Alright so I’ve already made flashcards, why don't we just start with figuring out your strengths and weaknesses.” You spoke, pulling notebooks out of your bag that rested on the edge of your bed. Steve hummed in response, turning to look at the pictures you had on the wall near your door.

There were pictures of you and your friends, of animals he assumed were pets, and some of just family and friends. One picture in particular stole his attention, it was a small polaroid of you and another girl smiling up at the camera, you had cake on your face and the mystery girl held up a single pointer finger that had the same cake on it. You looked radiant and Steve had half the mind to steal the picture and keep it for himself.

“What are you looking at?” You questioned, suddenly very close to him. He could tell, your perfume smelled stronger.

He pointed up to the picture, head turning toward you while his eyes stayed in the same spot as before, “You know…you're supposed to eat the cake. Not wear it.”

You chuckled, “It was my sixteenth birthday, my cousin smeared the cake on my face. Come on, we need to study.”

Steve nodded, now turning to look at you. He had a charming smile on his face, a smile far too suave for it to be a casual coincidence, Steve knew exactly how to use that smile.

“Ok… let's study.” Steve said in a low voice, side stepping to be standing in front of you, he rested his palms against the wall behind your head and had both arms extended fully as he looked down at you.

You took an instinctive step back, starting to get butterflies, only your shoe hit the wall and scuffed the paint.

“This has nothing to do with math, Steve.” You whispered looking up at him.

He shook his head, a smile pulling at his lips, a genuine smile. Unlike the charming one he had on before, this one felt special, it was the type of smile you'd give to someone after having just whispered a secret to them.

“No, but,” Steve moved his hand slowly, thumb coming to run over the side of your jaw before resting just below your bottom lip on your chin. “...you’re really pretty and I won’t be able to focus on anything you say if you keep looking at me like this. Honestly, Y/n, it’s kinda your fault we won’t be able to get any work done.”

You rolled your eyes, a grin fighting its way onto your face, “Oh, it’s my fault now?”

“Mhm,” Steve hummed, stepping closer. “Your fault, and I think the only way I’ll be able to focus, and I mean really focus, is if you agree to go out with me. This Friday. Ice cream at the little shop by school.” He bargained, thumb starting to gently caress your skin.

You pretend to think about it for a moment, “Fine. But we really have to study. I don’t go on dates with guys who don't pass senior year.”

Steve smiled ear to ear as he leaned in closer, lips almost on yours.

“Perfect.” He started to move the rest of the way but you put your finger against his lips stopping him.

“Save your moves for the date, Harrington.”

Next your eyes moved to the door knob on your closet door.

“Come on, Steve, we have to be quiet.” You pleaded with your intoxicated boyfriend.

Steve seemed to be finding anything and everything absolutely hilarious in his drunk state, giggling so loud you worried he'd wake the entire neighborhood up.

“I’m trying, baby.” He giggled again, each syllable elongated.

You huffed, finally getting him sitting on the bed so you could remove his button up shirt for a more comfortable t-shirt.

“Stay here, I’m going to the closet to grab your shirt. Don't move.” You explained before turning toward the closet and opening the door.

As you dug through your clothes looking for the pile of Steve’s shirts you always kept at your house, somehow the newly graduated boy forgot all of the instructions he was once given and stood up to start walking to you- only with his beer goggles on, it was a wonder he could stay upright at all. You heard a few stumbles then a thud against your closet door.

“Fuck, ow!” He cursed, making you shoot up and shove your hand over his mouth.

You listened to make sure you didn't hear your parents voices, signaling that they've awoken or any coming footsteps. Once the coast was clear you turned back to a wide eyed Steve who still had your hand over his mouth. Slowly you moved your hand and he pouted.

“I tripped and banged my hip on the doorknob.” He explained.

“Aww you poor thing.” You half teased as you moved to look at his hip that was already turning red. “You’re gonna bruise, Stevie.”

He grumbled, “I know, I bruise like a damn peach.”

You smiled softly at that memory before your eyes moved to your window.

The bed squeaked under the weight of both you and Steve. He held your waist as you sat on his lap, lips locked in a heated kiss. You let out a breath as he moved his lips down to the column of your neck, leaving multiple hickies you’d deal with later. His hands ran up and down your hips to the upper side of your thighs, squeezing and grabbing anywhere he felt the need.

You let your hands run through his thick hair, tugging just enough to get him to buck his hips up into you making you let out a surprised moan.

“We gotta be quiet, Princess, can;t have your parents walking in on their little girl making a mess on my lap.” Steve reprimanded, making you let out another whimper.

He tsked, “What did I just say?”

You kissed down his neck, biting every so often before responding, “My parents aren't home, Stevie, it’s just us until tomorrow afternoon.”

“...Oh, great, so I could’ve used the front door.”

Moving on from Steve Harrington will be hard, you can feel it. He was, is, the love of your life and you doubt anyone else could fill that whole in your heart, he took that chunk with him.

There was a quiet hum outside your closed window, but you paid no mind to it as you continued to reminisce on what could've been with Steve.

If you thought about it hard enough you could still feel his hands on your skin, his lips against yours, his breath on your neck. You could still smell his cologne mixed with a scent that was totally and completely him. Worst of all, if you really closed your eyes and focused, you could hear him, his voice talking to you like nothing had changed, like he still loved you.

And maybe that could be enough, you'd be able to go your whole life dancing with his ghost, happy that you at least had that because some people- the ones not lucky enough to know Steve Harrington, really know him- didn't even have that.

You picked at your nails, letting the tears fall as you thought about how everything had come to such an abrupt end. It hadn’t even felt like an end before the phone call, you’d just move for a few years then come back. You’d always come back, but now Hawkins was losing its appeal.

Unfortunately, you didn't have the luxury of dwelling on the thought too long, the quiet hum outside had turned into a muffled blare. You debated on whether or not to open your window and yell at whoever was making that noise for disrupting your pity party, but decided against it.

That is until you heard the soft bounce of something hitting your window. You walked over quickly, opening up the window and sticking your head out only to be hit on the forehead with what you can assume was a balled up sock.

“Oh thank god, I thought the socks wouldn’t work.” A click signaled the boombox being turned off.

Your eyes nearly fell out of your head with how wide they opened, “Steve? What are you doing?”

“I’m an idiot.” He huffed, looking up at you. “I panicked, I’m not good for you, Y/n, I’m not and I panicked and thought that you going off to college and leaving this tiny town meant that you would start thinking that too. I thought I wouldn’t be able to survive a heartbreak from you, I mean it would literally kill me, so I had to be the one to break it off- before, before you could. And-”

“Steve,” You tried to interrupt.

He put his hand out stopping you and shaking his head, “No, no, I need to get this out. I know that was shitty of me. Major asshole move, and I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted someone else after today but I just want you to know that I want you, Y/n. I’ll always want you. And I’d rather have you break my heart than not have you at all. You told me to find someone that I wanted to want me, right?”

Steve’s voice got louder and hoarser as he spoke, tears freely falling down his face by now. You were no different, almost half your body hanging out of the window at this point trying to get as close to him as you could. You nodded silently, waiting, hoping he’d say what you wanted him to say next.

“Well, baby, I already have. I want you to want me. Even when you're thousands of miles away, surrounded by rich wannabe doctors and lawyers, I need you to need me.”

Before you could respond, Steve bent down and picked up his boombox again clicking play. The blaring noise turning into a song, making you laugh through your thick stream of tears.

‘I Want You to Want Me’ by Cheap Trick no doubt waking up everyone in the neighborhood.

You laughed again as he held it up over his head, eyes staring right into your as he gave you a teary eyed, toothy grin at just how ridiculous he must seem right now.

“You’re right,” You yelled over the music. “You are an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

Wiping your tears you continued, “But you’re mine, Stevie.”

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