happy valentine's day, @legitcookie! I was so excited to get you as my giftee, and I hope I didn't go too, too off the mark here! <3333
Steve Harrington has always loved Valentine’s Day.
A hopeless romantic at heart, he knows he’s a complete sucker for all things love and hope, right down to the otherwise lame stuffed bears holding equally stuffed hearts with the words I love you sewn into the fabric. He’s found, however, that Valentine’s Day may as well be Tax Day when you share it with someone you can’t imagine ever wanting to spoil with chocolates and flowers, nevermind scrounge the clearance bins at Walmart for. Unfortunately, this year, that’s where Steve finds himself— on a date at a gay bar hosting it’s annual Valentines Day Emo Night, conventionally attractive but loathsome man sitting next to him waxing poetic about who even fucking cares what anymore, kicking himself for thinking that this was a good idea. And kicking himself for having this last drink, not tipsy enough to convince himself he’s having a good time but just tipsy enough to know he won’t be able to drive for a while.
A sea of couples surround him— hightops are full, the bar is full, the dance floor is full— and Steve just feels kind of… empty. My Chemical Romance plays over the speakers, and not even the raspy screaming and strobe lights excite him. He’d rather have been with Robin truthfully, even if it meant third wheeling her date with Nancy, but instead he’d decided to make one more go of it. One last ditch attempt at the dating apps, one last hopeful swipe and offer extended for drinks. Stupid fucking idea that was, he thinks as he washes down the last of his rum and coke. Really, he just wants to go home, and sulk, and maybe doom scroll with a pizza until he reaches the end of Instagram.
Dan— or is it Dave?— continues on about himself and how great he finds himself as Steve lets his eyes wander. Couple after couple entirely immersed in one another, jumping around when appropriate and swaying otherwise, until Steve’s eyes land on who looks to be the only other single guy in the bar tonight. He also happens to be one of the most beautiful men he’s ever seen, which certainly helps distract him from what’s-his-name’s monologue. And sure, Steve knows it’s impolite to stare but he just can’t help himself.
Mystery Man is sitting at a lone hightop in the corner of the room, drink in one hand and phone in another, dark curly hair splayed out over his shoulders just obscuring what looks to be some kind of tattoo just below his collarbone. A leather jacket hangs heavy over his frame with black, torn jeans and laced up combat boots completing the look. The glint off Mystery Man’s ring-clad fingers as they flit across his phone ricochets in different directions and colors as the lights bathe him in oranges, reds, and pinks. Steve watches long enough to decide that orange is definitely his favorite of the hues, mesmerized by the way it warms up his otherwise bored, or maybe frustrated, face.
Maybe I won’t go home just yet after all, he thinks, trying to conjure up an excuse to get over there. Steve’s so busy staring at the stranger that it takes him a solid minute to notice the neon Bathroom sign right next to him.
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hi internet. how is everyone doin'? i just got my first computer ever ;333
soo... i'm user @archivist613 but u guys can call me archie and i'm not, like, that tech savvy but i'll get the hang of it ...eventually "-.-
i like memes, music, scrollin' thru da web so far, my friends and family, idk that's all ig.
h8ers and trollerz and weirdos f!#$king DNI.
okeeez stay tuned for more content from me!1!!!1 i'll be posting about me and my journey in lifeeee<333
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