mr. and mrs. prissy - STEVE HARRINGTON.
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In a very semi-sarcastic and loving way, Robin called you and Steve the 'Hairringtons'-purely as an ode to how both of you managed to match each others sass to a T.
You loved getting all dressed up, the cutest heels and a dress that was so gorgeously flowy that it made you feel princess-like, doused in perfume and body butter that just made you smell edible.
Good thing for you, Steve was literally a carbon copy of that.
He adored fixing his hair in ways that made him look and feel good, bomber jackets that made him very movie star-esque, and this masculine woody scented cologne that made you a bit heady at the smell. Purely because of how much you adored it.
"Omg baby, look at those red heels. They literally match that new sundress you bought me, remember the kinda glittery one?"
"Honey c'mere, I need you to pick which one looks better on me, the red bomber or black one? And don't pick red just cause you like red, my predictable girl."
The two of you absolutely seemed like that shallow couple on the outside, all prim prissy and proper, looking and smelling good wherever you went. But. Funnily enough no one suspected how the two of you were the designated 'mom and dad' of a group of dorky kids.
"Michael Wheeler, you touch that moldy piece of bread and I will end you."
"Oi Henderson, does touching a very obviously rabid dog happen to be part of your death wish?"
Absolutely no one would have guessed that both of you worked at a library and radio show, you with your clacking heels in a room filled with schoolkids and Steve with his huge headphones clutching a mug of steaming black coffee. No one suspected that both of you adored the calmness that Hawkins brought, the familiarity and comfort that felt more like home than your own childhood homes had.
"Baby you won't believe what this elderly couple was gossiping about at the library! It was sooo juicy--"
"Robin, the dingus, forgot to mention that she switched the sound effect panels so I ended up pressing--honey this isn't funny--the fart sounds instead of applauses! I can't go back honey, I can't--"
So it was kind of a shock to people--who assumed that you two were just the pair of shallow twenty-one year old's that only cared about looks--when the two of you showed up in a raggedy van filled with six chaotically noisy kids, who were referring to either of you before going anywhere, all the while absolutely annoying the hell out of both of you at any given moment.
"Jesus christ Mayfield, I just did your braids how are they a birds nest already??"
"Will, if you ever need to run, just run dude. Henderson had three packs of that sour candy stuff, save yourself my guy."
And yeah you had your extensive collection of cute heels and bold red lips, while Steve had his adoration of well-tailored jeans and a hair gel so expensive it made Robin gag, but that just became the prissy cherry on top for the two of you and your very loving relationship.
"Mike said we're the most disgustingly in love parents he's ever had. I think we did well raising them baby."
"Yeah, the shithead told me that if we ever get into a 'serious fight' it would be worse than parents divorcing. We've got big shoes to fill honey."
In all honesty, both you and your ridiculously well-groomed boyfriend wouldn't have it any other way.
