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The Perfect Night | steve harrington

>> gif credit to @/elevens-angels on tumblr <<

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Steve Harrington

requested | Anonymous

warnings | Mild swearing

word count | 555

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (f/c) = favorite color

>> prompts <<

57 | "Is that my shirt?"

79 | "Stop hogging all the blankets!"

124 | "Take that back!"

summary | Hanging out at your bf Steve Harringtons house using prompt : 57, 79, & 124

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You sniffed and grabbed a tissue, blowing your nose in the most unattractive way. You gave a loud groan, glad no one else was home. Although maybe if someone was home, you could force them to get you throat lozenges, rather than having to get them yourself. You sighed and pulled the blanket closer to your body.

You practically screamed in anger when you heard a knock on the door. Can't I just be sick in peace? You slowly stood, keeping the blanket draped over your shoulders. A glare was painted on your face as you opened the door. On the other side stood your boyfriend, Steve Harrington.

"Now would you take a look at that attractive face." He said with a laugh. You rolled your eyes.

"What do you want Steve?" You mumbled.

"What? Can't a guy spend some quality time with his partner? And besides, I know... Hold on, is that my shirt?" He asked, pointing to your top. You looked down and adjusted your blanket, covering his green long sleeve.

"Um... No?" You asked. He shook his head with a smile.

"So are you gonna let me come in so I can make you feel better?" He asked. You frowned.

"You're gonna get sick." You replied. He shrugged.

"You think I care? Come on, let your boyfriend take care of you." He insisted. You rolled your eyes with a smile and moved to the side.

"Fine, but don't let it be said that I didn't warn you." You said as you closed the door. He set his bag on the couch as you began to walk up the stairs.

"Hey, where you going?" He called after you.

"Going to put pants on!" You called back. Yes. You weren't wearing any pants. You were home alone and sick, okay?

"Or, you could just not wear pants." He said as he walked to the stairs and leant on the banister. You laughed.

"Nice try, Harrington." You replied. You walked to your room and decided on a simple pair of (f/c) pajama shorts. You slowly made your way back down and smiled as you saw Steve setting up a movie.

"What're you putting on?" You asked as you fastened the blanket around you. He turned slightly before pushing in the VHS.

"Terminator." He replied. You groaned.

"That movie was kinda trash, Steve." You said as you made your way to the couch. He gasped.

"Take that back! Take it back right now! Terminator was a masterpiece!" He argued. You scoffed as you sat on the couch.

"Okay." You said sarcastically. He stuck his tongue out and sat next to you. He grabbed some blanket and placed it on his shoulder. You adjusted it slightly, moving it so it covered your leg. After a few minutes, he pulled it onto himself, inevitably pulling it off you.

"Damn it, Steve! Stop hogging all the blanket!" You shouted, yanking it completely off him. He turned his head to you.

"You know, you're a jerk." He said. You shrugged and bundled yourself in the blanket, leaving him with nothing. He sighed and grabbed you by the waist. You began to protest but stopped when he placed you in his lap. He unwrapped you from the blanket and placed it on top of you, causing it cover both of you.

"Better?" He whispered. You turned to the screen.

"Maybe." You replied. He laughed and kissed your cheek, turning back to the movie.