Steve Harrington x Reader
A/N: I didn't proofread at all, I just wrote this while I was bored and here we are. I know it's short but hopefully it's good. I hope you guys like it!
"So I was sitting their barbecue sauce on my titties, and nobody offered to help me except for Y/N, but, she only helped because she was the one who spilled the barbecue sauce on me!" That was how your boyfriend, Steve, decided to answer your Mom's question of how you two had met. As he was telling the story, you started to reflect on that day.
You were already having an off day. You woke up late and your car wouldn't start so you had to walk to work. You worked at the diner, you had been carrying a tub of barbecue sauce when you bumped into someone and had dumped the barbecue sauce onto them.
To say you were embarrassed would've been an understatement. You were absolutely mortified. Without making eye contact with the stranger covered in barbecue sauce, you apologized profusely.
"It's fine Y/N, I just need a towel." the stranger managed to get out, he was laughing throughout the sentence. You looked up when they said your name, of course it was Steve Harrington, you were kind of relieved that it was him, you were still mortified but, also relieved.
You rushed to get him a towel and started wiping the sauce off of him.
"Steve, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I just did that to you." Steve laughed at your response and kept telling you that it was fine. When you finished wiping up all of the sauce he asked you out, and that's what led you to having dinner with your parents.
You were blushing throughout the whole story, still slightly embarrassed. Your parents thought it was funny as well, they mumbled something along the lines of "That sure does sound like something Y/N would do".
The rest of dinner went well, you walked Steve out to his car and he told you that he would be back in 30 minutes. You went inside and your parents were gushing about Steve saying that he was better than your past boyfriends and that they hoped you two would get married some day.
You went to your bedroom and Steve was sitting on your bed patiently waiting for your return.
"So, do your parents like me?" You laughed at his question.
"They loved you Steve! They want us to get married like, tomorrow" you chuckled at the end of your sentence . Steve got quiet, which made you think you scared him away.
"Ya know, I would love to marry you tomorrow but, we have school and I need to pass my math test tomorrow" You both laughed. What a great way to end the night.