THIS IS SO SWEETTTT - Tumblr Posts
of driving and daydreams - s.h
summary - in which steve loves singing his heart out and dreaming of the future with his sweetheart beside him
warnings - mentions of food, kissing and general relationship touching
word count - 0.9k
author's note - This is loosely inspired by a wonderful thought by an anon which you can find here! I just loved the idea of singing in the car with stevie! Used a semi-accurate time period song!
Steve loved driving with you. Whether it was a quick trip dropping you off to a coffee shop on his way to work or a long drive to the beach on a hot summer’s day, Steve loved his time behind the wheel with you at his side.
With one hand on the wheel, the other rests on the bare skin of your thigh, thumb rubbing soft swoops into the warm flesh below the denim of your shorts. The sun is beaming through the window, encasing you both in an amber glow, the chocolate in Steve's eyes turning to honey through the haze. You’re off to have a late afternoon picnic, summer sun still glowing brightly despite the passing hours.
You’d spent the morning in his kitchen, cutting fruit whilst Steve prepared some sandwiches, strawberry stained lips creating sugar-sweet kisses in between tasks. A gingham blanket and a picnic basket sit comfortably in the back-seat, your sandals thrown haphazardly amongst them, knowing you'll want to run barefoot in the grass the moment you get there.
Steve hums along to some song on the radio, sunglasses perched on his nose, freckles kissing the skin in a constellation brought out by time spent lounging in the sun. His hair flaps in the wind, strands swirling in their wake thanks to the rolled down windows. Tanned arm stretched towards the wheel, muscles flexing with each slight shift. Your boyfriend is handsome to begin with, but god does he look pretty in summer, it's like he’s the sun incarnate, glowing with something you wish you could bottle up for when you were apart.
You lean forward, sunglasses slipping from your hair to rest across your eyes, and fiddle with the radio stations, hoping for something summery to come on. Steve eyes you through his peripheral vision, a smile tugging at his lips as he watches your nose scrunch in concentration, the task of finding a perfect song clearly being a serious one. He knows you'll get bored halfway through and want to change it like you always do, eager to hear the next song, but he finds your determination adorable every time.
‘Head Over Heels’, blasts through speakers of the car and he squeezes your thigh softly in protest, announcing, ‘I love this song honey, keep it on,’ another squeeze to emphasise his point. The opening beats begin and he taps his hand atop the steering wheel, head bobbing along, hair flopping with each movement. Your mouth pulls into an amused smile, his actions endearing. He starts singing the lyrics, softly at first, absentmindedly mumbling along. He can feel your gaze upon his face, cheeks warming at the thought of you watching him. He never thought he'd find someone so enamoured with him that his singing would be a spectacle you’d want to witness, and yet here you were, soaking up every word that fell from his lips, just like your skin with the sun's rays through the car's windows.
As the song builds to the chorus he starts to make eye contact with you, head tilted towards yours as he directs the words to you. His voice gets louder, filled with joy and enthusiasm, and whilst some words come off pitchy, you don’t think you've ever heard a more beautiful song, his happiness infectious.
His hand lifts from your thigh to make an imaginary microphone, and he throws his head back in an act of passion as he sings the chorus. ‘Something happens and I’m head over heels,’ flies from his lips, eyes locking with yours, nodding dramatically as he sings much too loud for the small space - you couldn't care less, his voice blanketing you in something you can only describe as glee - at the love you feel for him and his own joy.
As the song continues, and he tries to practice road safety alongside his antics, he puts on a silly voice, trying to mimic the artist and make you laugh. Giggles fall from your lips at his charm, and he thinks they must be the prettiest song he’s ever heard, he nearly turns the song off just to hear them clearer.
As the song nears it’s close, he flings his hand in front of yours, microphone at the ready, and stares you down with the cheesiest grin and you find your own pulling wider. He shakes his hand in prompt, even smushing it softly into the warm skin of your cheek, and through a fit of giggles you join him in bringing the song to a close. You probably look like the dorkiest people in the world, heads tilted towards one another, saccharine smiles on your faces as you belt the lyrics together, but you couldn't care less - the only person who matters most sitting beside you.
When the song ends and fades into another Steve watches you, slightly breathless with a grin still pulling at your lips, fixing the sunglasses atop your head, and he feels like his heart could burst at the sight. He realises that he could spend forever doing this with you, enjoying the simple bliss of shared songs and laughter.
As he continues the drive to the field, the both of you indulging in your karaoke session further, he daydreams of summer days to come. His hand returns to your thigh with a squeeze you know is a silent, ‘I love you,’, you saying your own with a kiss to his bicep. He knows he’s head over heels for you, and he can't wait to fall further.