maddie… why ofc, hawkin’s finest can help you with ur movie finds!! this is such an adorable idea and it fits stevie just so well because he is absolutely is the type of guy that pays this level of attention <33 this yet again proves i cannot and will not shut up
the way it comes about is all bcos you— well, you have all your opinions when it comes to steve’s clothes. some of them are just fine, yanno the plain polo’s and such, and you swiftly tucked the pair of khaki’s he had to the baaaaack of his drawers when u first found them because absolutely not- but steve can tell when he wears something you like, even if you’re not aware of how you react. there’s always an extra moment of you drinking in the sight of him, eyes lingering, and you always end up toying with the collar of his shirt if you really love it and christ, the first time he wore those new jeans that are now your absolute favourite, you’d slid your arms around his waist and tucked your hands in his back pockets and made him blush up to his ears. and steve, well, he definitely has his favourites too- how could he not when you look like that? and you’re his? drives him crazy
he’s the one who suggests it, funnily enough. a picnic but with a twist, he says as you both lay in bed in morning and discuss what sort of mischief you both might get up to today— “a twist? what sort of twist?” you ask, lifting you head off his chest and peeking up at him. his arms around your waist tighten and he smiles, a bit nervous for a moment, then says, “s’bit dumb but- well, like we could pick what each other wear? like, i don’t know—“ you interrupt him, “yes.” “what?” “yes, let’s do that,” and grin in a way that told him you did actually want to do that. “that’s such a good idea steve, when you’d think of that?” and he gets all bashful, trying to distract you by stroking a soft touch across your hair, “just now, i- well, i was thinking bout what i’d hoped you’d wear today, actually”
“well, don’t ruin the surprise” you say, pressing a quick kiss to his check and wriggling up and out of his hold. steve’s makes an whiney complaint, hands already reaching for you but you dodge them and slip out of bed, tailing straight for the the chest of drawers. you barely get one draw open and your hands in it before steve’s arms are around your middle, having scrambled out of bed, and you’re hoisted up and away— you can’t help your little squeal, batting at his arms as he scoops you up and to the side- “steve! what are you doing?” and he puts you down, arms still around you, peppering kisses down your neck til you’re doozy with love and nearly distracted, “i wanna pick first, you go shower” he murmurs and really, you can’t say no to him
when you’re squeaky clean and wrapped in a towel, you toe back to the bedroom with relatively low expectations even though your heart glows at your boyfriend’s sweet idea. steve will always compliment you, there’s never a day you don’t hear how he thinks you’re the prettiest ever or how lucky he is to have you — but details, look, they just aren’t steve’s thing, you’re more than okay with that, he’s a big picture guy. so what you’re expecting is that he’ll have picked one of your dresses, short and sweet, maybe the pair of mary-janes that are your favourites, and a hair-clip if he’s really dedicated; but this? this…. is not what you expected
steve’s gone back to a bit nervous, betrayed by the way he runs his hand through his hair when you come in- it sticks up in strange ways that tells you he’s been doing it obsessively in your absence. still, his smile is sure and he gestures to the bed where his picks lay and you blink as you take them in— steve seems to take your silence as a bad thing, mouth opening and a ramble falling out, “okay, it might look a bit of a mismatch but- there’s a reason for it all, okay? like-“ he gestures to the t-shirt, one you haven’t worn in some time though you do like it, “this one, i don’t know if you remember but you wore it on our first date :) and it always yanno, reminds me of that,” and fuck, if you liked it before, you fucking love it now because he’s right, you wore that on your first date with steve and you had your first kiss with him in it, out by lover’s lake. your heart glows hotter as you realise how much steve is going to shatter your expectations with how much he has thought about this because he fucking notices these things
“the skirt because… well, i remember you really liked it in the store- quickest decision i’ve seen you make actually,” he huffs a laugh, gives another nervous run through his hair, “but you don’t wear it a lot which i don’t get because you look great in it and,” his smile turns to a bit more of a smirk, one you know well, “i’m a guy, okay? i’m not gonna deny that i love your legs in it,” his gaze drops to your currently bare legs and you roll your eyes at his flirts, “eyes up here, harrington.” he has the decency to look a bit sheepish, eyes pink, before moving on, “the earrings i think match your eyes and the necklace is the one i gave you, so :)” and damn, you might not make it out the house if he keeps this up- your chest feels like it’s filled with pure fucking light and some wet-sounding laugh escapes you and steve is stepping close til he’s in front of you, brows bunched in his concern, “oh man, was it too much?” and you’re shaking your head, clearing you throat, “no, no, definitely not. it’s just…. i guess, i didn’t think you remembered all that stuff,” and steve gives an appalled look, before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, “sweetheart, i remember everything about you,” he says, with a dopey grin that lets you know with completely certainty you’re so well loved by him <33
