Need To See Him In Those Cowboy Boots Right NOW

need to see him in those cowboy boots right NOW

guys i think we’re underestimating how caring steve would be in a relationship. that boy has so much love to give but no one seems to accept it. like if you start dating he’s definitely worshipping the ground you walk on.

you want flowers? he's getting you one everytime he walks by a flower shop or picking flowers whenever he sees one.

you want some treats? he has acquired 89 chocolate bars and even some pastries from the local coffee shop you love.

you are late to somewhere? he's your personal driver from now on. dropping you off and picking you up from EVERYWHERE and he doesn't care if he's busy, he makes time for u!!!!

you wanna watch movies? cool he picked out 6 different movies that he knows you'd love. (even horror movies, he’ll watch most of it behind his hand, but anything to make u happy<3)

you wanna have a cozy day at home? good! he's got some groceries so u guys can cook together and make some delicious food <3

you feel stressed? he has his mouth, fingers and something really… big that can fix that very quickly!!

tumblr will never count as social media to me. This shit a secret hideout and we just all happen to see each others thoughts

maybe 2024 is the year the universe finally gives me a boyfriend

“i can fix him” “i can make him worse” i can imagine him in little scenarios every night as i’m falling asleep

In honor of 4/20 here’s a little blurb or whatever you wanna call it of 4/20 Steve!

Warnings: short mention of reader having a disagreement with family & tears, mentions of weed and smoking

Word count: 455

overall just chill and calming no smut for once😱

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You sat on your bedroom floor your fingers deftly tying the laces of your sneakers, the rhythmic motion was a soothing balm to your restless mind, a momentarily distraction from the ache in your head and the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

All from a stupid disagreement you got into with your family, your emotions teetering on the edge of control. In a reach of desperation you did one thing you do best, reached for your phone and dialed Steve Harringtons number.

Within a few rings his familiar voice trails through your ears from the other end, you mumble out a “hi Steve” and just your tone is enough for him to question a “what’s wrong?”, you explain the situation in the shortest way possible, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush of emotion. And Steve doesn’t hesitate for a moment, promising to be on his way.

It’s not long considering he’s only 3 houses away till his familiar knock echos through the stillness of your home, you swiftly make your way to the front door, swinging it open, without a word you open your arms clinging to his chest and without missing a beat Steve gracefully wraps both his arms around your body meeting your hug with equal fervor, his warmth seeping into your bones.

He only lets go when you let go, his eyes immediately softening when he catches that slight gloss in your eyes from the tears, his gaze searching yours for answers.

He’s about to speak but closes his mouth and In a gesture that spoke volumes of his understanding, Steve reaches behind his ear, and pulls out a neatly rolled blunt with a knowing smile—a silent offering of solace. Your eyes land on the blunt in his hands and you let out a relived giggle as you lean into him and he pulls you to walk with him, your lips curve into a greatfull smile as you took the blunt between your fingers, a silent understanding passing between the two of you.

You place it between your lips and Steve’s hand cups around you, shielding the wind as he lights the tip of it for you. As you took a deep inhale and exhale, the smoke followed the wind, carrying away some of the weight on your shoulders. You take one more hit before passing it off to Steve, allowing him to get a couple hits in.

Your feet fall into an easy rhythm as you two strolled down familiar trails and winding paths in Hawkins, every step you engulf more and more into the forest, your shoulders tapping here and there, a subtle warming reminder that Steve is by your side. Any visible sky is tainted a light yellow, and the air tingled with the scent of spring blossoms, a cool breeze picking up and down consistently, causing a rustle of leaves to accompany the conversations between you and Steve.

As the sky sets more and more the air grows colder and you find yourself inching closer to Steve, allowing him to wrap one large arm over you, pulling you as close as possible to him, in this moment the world feels a little less daunting and the sound of Steve’s voice and the rumble of his soothing chest as you lean into him lets you temporarily forget about any other issues that lies beyond his arms.

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