#lucas is netural on the whole thing

[adelacreations]

19. Who are their number one supporters in canon out of their peers? Why?

Well for Steve it would OBVIOUSLY be Robin like come on, there is no question about it. Plus Robin compared to like all of the party doesn't really have that connection with Billy, most likely all she knew about Billy was what she had probably witnessed in high school.

Robin to me was the one that had to sit there and watch Steve come to the realisation that he likes Billy Hargrove.

Heather. Goes without saying (what do you mean she is dead? She's not). She is Billy's ride-or-die for real. She would be the slightly judgemental cause "Really? Steve Harrington...wait...Robin Buckley is his best friend. Fine...you are getting Steve to help me bag her.

(They go on double dates, tell me I am wrong, I am not)

Now for the party:

Will! But that is because ya know Steve and Billy would be the only m/m couple in Hawkins and I LIVE for Billy being a person that Will looks up to.

El! She has been in Billy's head, like come on it's a no-brainer.

Max too! She is Billy's sister, and chances are she has noticed the way that Billy and Steve look at each other. She is cheering her brother on (and has given the shovel talk with El at Steve)

[whosdinkleyhenderson]

Would you us fluff prompt 17. You give me chills.” “The good kind right?” “Yes… silly the good kind.” with season 3 Steve Harrington and Hendeson!reader please?

Hi, I'm super sorry this took ages... I had a case of writer's block sadly, but hey I finally got it done :) I hope you enjoy it, I decided to use a gender netural reader. but you can change it if you like to suit your gender.

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Warnings: season 3 spoilers

Song: The Motown Song (with The Temptations) - Rod Stewart.

word count: 5863 

You sat at home, waiting. Waiting for your little brother Dustin to come home. He had been away at some camp, for smart kids, as you liked to put it. The longer you waited the more impatient you became. You had work in an hour at star court mall. The hippest book store, as Mr Baganels liked to refer to it. 

Nothing too special, the only customers being older people or some book enthusiastic’s, otherwise it was quite quiet. Funny how a quiet book store could be located in a busy - loud - mall. 

A knock at the door shattered your cloudly mind. Huffing you got up, there standing on the other side of the door, was in fact not the curly-haired teen you had been waiting for. But the ‘party’. A choir of ‘hellos’ rung through the air, raising a brow you examined each and every one of them. 

“Uh, hi?”

“We're here to see Dustin, right guys?” Max smiled, earning an excited chatter of ‘yeses’. 

“Well, I hate to break it to you… But Mr Henderson is not home. If he was i - as a matter of fact - wouldn’t be here…but I guess you can wait, saving me.” Your fake smile, not going unnoticed by the teens. 

Yes as of right now you sounded like a horrible sibling, but hey duty calls and so does money. Patting Will’s head you made your way out the door and to your car. 

“And one more thing. Don’t break anything, coz I know where you all live.” You called, before closing the door and starting the engine. 

“Well you heard them, let's trash this place…What?” Lucas’ chuckles die down the minute he came face to face with mike’s glaring stare.

“Okay, okay. Jees don’t look at me like that. You look like Nancy.” 

Sadly for Lucas that only ended up with the glare hardening. “I’ll give you ‘you look like Nancy’.”

“Here we go.” 

Rounding the corner you could see the bright sign of the star court mall and the hundreds of people entering and exiting. Pulling into your usually spot you notice a particular maroon BMW. Steve Harrington’s car was parked beside you. It’s as if fate itself was out to get you. Palms sweaty, you nervously wiped them on your bare legs, you would usually wear jeans, but it was summer and you for one did not want to be sweating. Taking a calm breath, you pulled out your perfume and sprayed a few sprits on you. Neck, wrist and just the tiniest dab under your ear. Checking your mirror, you tufted your hair a bit and reapplied your mascara. Satisfied you got out of your car and made your way inside. 

“Thank you for choosing Scoops Ahoy and enjoy your ice cream.” The smile shining bright on the lips of the blonde, disappeared the minute the old lady left the store. “Old bat,” Robin muttered, slumping down on the counter. 

It had been a long day. A very long day and Steve’s consistent failed attempts at flirting with every girl that walked into the store were not helping.  

“I can’t believe she said that. I mean, two years ago I had girls throwing themselves at me. and now! None.” 

Rolling her eyes, she drained out his voice, wishing a black hole would show up and swallow her whole. She couldn’t take it anymore, the constant words. 

“Steve!”

The boy’s lips ceased and so did his voice.

“If you don’t shut the hell up, I will rip out your glorious hair…okay?” 

Silence filled the air-conditioned shop, the only noise being that of the shoppers trailing past.

“Did you just call my hair glorious?” The guy wore a teasing smile. That was it. 

“I’m going on my break. Have fun dignus.” She muttered walking out the store. 

Blending into the crowd, Robin disappeared from Steve’s sight. Puffing out some air, Steve slumped into the counter. His eyes counted the number of people who walked past. A total of fifty-three people walked by and only thirteen decided to take a look inside before walking off. 

“This has gotta be one of the most boring days of my life-” His voice ceased at the sight in front of him. As quick as it came it went. You had rushed by the store, in an attempt to make it to your job. You had been fixing your hair whilst dodging people left, right and centre. And by God, you looked amazing. A scene out of a movie. Reality slowing down just for you, and dearly did it smack Steve. Never in high school, did you take notice of the boy - well you did, but he didn’t know that - always keeping to your own group of people. Sometimes he wondered if he chose the wrong person to give his heart to. Like what would have happened if he chose you over Nancy. Would you two still be together or would you have ended in the same catastrophe that was Steve and Nancy?

~Halloween 1984~ 

Your grip tightens on Jonathan's arm. Nails digging into soft flesh. 

“Ouch. Hey! Jees Y/n…I like my arm you know.” 

“Sorry, Johnny.” You quipped, quickly pulling your hand from his arm. 

Smiling Jonathan shook his head, “It’s alright.”  

You two had unfortunately tagged along to Tina’s Halloween party of ‘84. Your friends begged you to come, so in doing so you brought along another poor unfortunate soul. Jonathan Byers.

What, he was your best friend. Of course, you would make him come. Even if he dreaded every minute of it. If you had to suffer then so did he. 

You glanced around the rowdy house, classmates dancing, drinking or making out. This definitely was not your scene, and neither was the couple standing right next to your ear. 

“Would you buzz off? Jees, a person’s ears can only take so much.” You hissed, at the two. 

Rolling their eyes, they walked off. Noticing your glare, Jonathan piped in.

“Assholes.” 

You two - more your friends - insisted on going as the cast of Back to The Future, you two winning the honour of being Doc and Marty Mcfly. 

An iconic duo, for two of Hawkin’s outcasts. That and your whole group wanted to win the best dress of 84, so the rest of the ‘cast’ of Back to The Future, was most likely wandering around the house. 

“You know we could have spent the night watching movies, right?” Jonathan muttered, giving you a slight nudge. Man, was he right? It was an annual ritual you both would do. Ever since you both learned that the fear horror movies projected were only fake, you both vowed that the whole week until Halloween you would watch every horror movie known to humankind. 

“I know, I know. I’m kicking myself… The exorcist kicks ass way better than here.” You hissed, dreading the knowing smile sitting on his face. All week long you two had worked your way up to grow the confidence to watch such a film. The horror of knowing it was supposed to be based on a true story, frightened the hell out of you. But with Jonathan’s, kind words and the constant nagging you caved in. That was till you magical got sucked into the world of teen Halloween. 

The whines of your best friend brought you back into reality. 

“This wig is making my head itchy.”  The rustling of fake plastic hair filled your ears. 

“Jonathan! Stop that you're gonna get hair everywhere.”

The teen glanced around the house, taking note of the sticky floor beneath his feet. 

“I don’t think anyone would notice. Besides how come I had to be Doc?”

Raising a brow, you stared down at the boy. “Because orange looks good on me.” You chuckled, flipping your hair. 

Watching your every move, Nancy’s eyes hardened. How come you were bright and happy? She was the one dating Steve Harrington, yet why did she yearn for what you have? 

Jonathan. 

Her hand tightened around the plastic cup, creating a cease on the surface. She needed this thought gone, no she wanted it dead. Snapping her attention away from you two, her blue eyes locked on what she yearned for. 

The punch bowl. 

Pure Fuel. 

Sensing his girlfriend’s frustration, Steve peered over at Nancy, the harsh glare sitting on her soft features. Sighing he places a hand on her wrist. 

“Hey Nance, I think you’ve had enough to drink.” 

His words did not sit well with the brunette. Groaning she tugged her wrist out of his hand, splashing her drink all over the both of them. Shocked, the two stared at each other. Her white blouse was now red. 

Oh shit. 

Steve’s eyes widened, as the glare reappeared on Nancy’s face. 

“Look what you did, Steve!” 

Pissed the girl stormed off to the where ever, probably a bathroom, within the huge house. Sensing everyone’s stares, Steve knew the whole crowd was looking at them.��

At him. 

“Great, another notch on my name.” He mumbled, flickering his hazel eyes up. He made direct eye contact with you, for a spilt second before running off to find Nancy. 

You and Jonathan had witnessed the whole scene, as other bystanders did. Steve and Nancy were in hot water. 

You watched Steve’s form disappear amongst the crowd. Frowning your brows you turned your attention back to your friend. 

“Huh?”

“I said. You think something’s going on between them?” 

Looking back, you shrugged. If so then good for them. 

“Who knows…not our problem. Now come. Dance with me Byers.” You laugh pulling Jonathan to the dance floor. 

Steve sighed as the words left Nancy's mouth. 

Bullshit. 

Their love was complete and utter bullshit. 

Great. 

“You don’t mean that.” He held back the tears, scared she would laugh if they fell. 

Her stare blank, just like her words. 

“Bullshit…it’s all. Bullshit.” 

A stab at the boy’s heart. All he wanted was someone to love him, instead, he got ‘bullshit’, just like the rest of his life. Trying to undo all the corrupt shit he pulled on people, instead got a slap back in his face. The world was against as much as Nancy was. Throwing Billy into the mix, was not only a cruel act but also a wake-up call. Showing him what he was, what he had been. To know that when he looked into the boy’s blue eyes, he saw himself.  A reflection of what he was. Who he had been. And was it a frightening sight. The fear of becoming King Steve again, knowing all those horrid things were done by him. His hands were stained, and now he was begging for them to be cleaned. 

And if this was a way of being tested to see if he was deemed worthy, then God damn he was in for a ride. 

Fed up with Steve’s silence, Nancy pulled open the door. Bumping right into Jonathan, who caught hold of the drunk girl. Looking up he met Steve’s blank stare. 

He waited. For something, for anything. For a ‘hey dude, get your hands off my girl.’ but nothing came, Steve just looked down at his hands, utter despair swirling on his face.  

“Oh shit,” Jonathan whispers causing Nancy to groan and shoved herself against him. 

“Hey Woah. Woah, let’s get you home.” With that the two left, leaving poor Steve in the bathroom. 

Sighing you looked down at your watch, Jonathan should have been back by now. Narrowing your eyes you glance up.

“How long does it take for a guy to piss.” You breathed but paused the moment your eyes locked on a tipsy Nancy and white wig. 

Bingo. 

Your legs attempt to get to work but notice the pair make their way out the door. Stunned you stood there, that asswipe was your ride home. 

So much for that. 

“What an asshole… Ride home my ass.” You hiss stepping outside. A gentle tap on the shoulder stops you from going any further. Shifting your gaze the slightest your eyes catch red-ridden warm ones. 

“Steve.” You breath. 

He offers a small smile, hiding all the hurt behind it. 

“Did you need a ride home, Henderson?” And here right now, stood your knight and shining armour. 

You smile at his words. “That would be great.” 

~Present, 1985~

You were late. Quickly pushing through the crowds of people. Elderly, adults, children and worst of all teens. 

Ugh stupid summer holidays. Don’t these kids have anywhere else better to be than a horrid air-conditioned mall? 

Pushing open the door, finally, you had made it to work. Tiptoeing in, you quietly made your way around the counter. The last time you were late, Mr Baganels made you clean up the children’s section. Let’s just say there were some things in there that definitely did not belong in a book store. 

You shudder at the mere thought. 

“Ahh, I see we snuck in.” Your co-worker, Danny sang. Snapping your head to the back door, you shushed the boy. “Oh please, shush yourself. Besides Mr Baganels is not in today… it’s just me.” 

Like a fresh breath of air, you sighed. All your nerves dying in an instant. 

Tutting the boy jumped up on top of the counter, sitting quite comfortably too. 

“I do have, something, rather interesting to tell you.” 

All ears you raised a distinct brow. “What?”

Smirking Danny turned away and began toying with you. 

“Un second thought, maybe it’s not that important… Yeah. Don’t worry.” 

Of course, he would pull this stunt, every time he had something to tell you, he would always find a way to pull your leg. You never knew why maybe for the suspense. Or just plain old cruelty. 

“Well, that’s just too bad because Nelson, came by yesterday looking for you. But I guess what he said, isn’t important either.” You tutted, picking your nails. 

Snapping his head toward you the boy stuck his face into your peripheral vision. 

“What?” 

“Can I help you?” glancing up, you held a blank stare. 

Jumping over the counter, Danny came face to face with you. 

“Hun, you better tell me what that boy said.”

Placing a hand on his chest you pushed him the slightest bit back. “Now why would I want to do that, Danny Boy?” 

You knew about Danny’s crush on Nelson the retail manager at Macy’s. Yes, there was a Macy’s at Start court mall. From the day he laid eyes on the tall man, you knew Danny was head over heels for him, well either that or he was a horny guy. But you knew he wasn’t. 

“Y/n, you know how much I like him… If I was a puppy! I would piss on the floor because of the excitement.” 

“Eww. Gross. That was way too much information.”

Rolling his eyes, the boy shushed you. “Oh hush, besides. I don’t know if he swings for my team… I mean if he didn’t all I would need is some whipped-” 

“Woah, Woah slow down. I don’t want to have that image in my head, thank you very much… And besides, he does…pretty obvious if you ask me.” 

You saw the boy’s green eyes brighten.  

“Well what did he say.”

Smiling you opened your mouth but was silenced by the sound of the shop door’s bell. 

“Oh for Christ's sake! A man is trying to find out,” Danny’s voice ceased, at an awkward Robin standing in the doorway. “Oh hey, Rob. What’s kicking, sweetie?” Danny waved. 

“Steve is such an idiot. I swear. This is the only place where I find solitude.”

Turning his head to you, Danny wore a menacing smirk. 

Grabbing a tight hold of his dress shirt you mouthed ‘no’ to him. Smacking your hand away, Danny patted the counter. 

“Come darling, tell us your troubles.”

Following suit, Robin sat on top of the counter. 

“He’s such an idiot. I mean he flirts with every girl that comes into the store, it’s so annoying and torturing. I don’t understand why he does that, I told him to come over here already. But no dignus is a…well…a dignus not too.” 

You shot your eyes to the boy next to you, who just smiled. 

That bastard. 

You gripped his shirt again. 

“I mean, I don’t know why he hasn’t grown a pair yet. I mean, he likes you and you like him.” 

You tighten your hold, causing the green-eyed boy to yelp at the harsh grip.

Robin turned and looked you dead in eye. “Y/n. You know Steve likes you. Like likes you, likes you.”

You shook your head. Where the hell was this coming from, was she on drugs? 

You tightened your grip even harder on Danny. 

“Ow, ow. Okay! ALRIGHT! Let go of me. I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you.” 

You let go of the boy’s arm. 

Quickly grabbing his own arm, Danny began rubbing it. 

“Steve came in yesterday. Horrible stuttering. By the way. Like I mean to the point where I thought he said he wanted ‘chicken soup’... anyway, he came in asking if you were working… I told him you weren’t, he looked a little hurt. If I’m going, to be honest.” 

And there it was, his confession. Steve came in wanting to talk to you. 

Holy Shit. 

But why?

You two hadn’t spoken after the events of last year. He and Dustin had become close. Forgetting about you, just like Jonathan did. He had Nancy and Steve had Dustin. Well, Steve used to have everybody at his beacon and call. Especially Tommy, the basketball team and the whole population of Hawkin’s high female students. It sometimes made you wonder if that’s how he got his hair so big. You two did grow close after the events of  Tina’s Halloween party. Bonding over the disapproval of Billy Hargrove and the Dart situation. You weren’t too sure if it was how he along with your brother that topped it off or how he attempted to protect you and the kids from Billy's antics. Or maybe it was the night you all were ‘camping’ out on the bus. Well whatever it was, Cupid pointed that God-forsaken arrow at your ass and hit its target. 

“Yo, Y/n. Hello, yep it’s no use we lost them.” 

Your eyes flickered at Danny’s hand. That and also him clapping in your face might have been the reason too. Both him and Robin were staring at you, disbelief fanning their features. 

“Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Go GET LOVER BOY.” 

Without another word, you ran out from behind the counter and paused. 

“But what about Mr Baganels?”

Sighing they both yelled at you to go. 

So you took off down the mall, weaving your way through people once again. Slipping, sliding, pushing. And the use of "excuse me's" too. You had finally come to the front door of Scoops Ahoy, hand hovering over the door handle. For some strange reason, it felt as if you froze in that split moment. Pondering, what if this was a wrong idea? But you needed to know. You needed to know now. You needed to hear it from him, his words, his true feelings. Even if you two hadn’t spoken in a while.  

You needed to know. 

It was now or never.

So that’s what you did, you gathered up all the courage you had and pushed that damn door open. 

The soft hum of Rod Stewart’s The Motown Song was playing on the speakers. One of your favourite songs, it had always brought a smile to your face, which it was doing now. It had been like it was planned. All this, from the perfect song, the perfect boy and the scene. Right of a Jonh Huges’ film. 

Steve had been in deep thought tapping his finger to the beat of the song. God knows where his mind was, but dear Jesus did he look like a beautiful scene? Soft brown locks, pink plump lips, cute little frown resting upon his brows. He hadn’t even noticed you come in. That was until you stood right in front of him with an adoring smile on your lips. 

Gobsmacked Steve, and stared at the sight in front of him. 

An angel, the person of his dreams. 

You. 

“Hi Steve.” 

Shaking the feeling off, the boy smiled. “Hey… hey Y/n.” 

You two stood there in awkward silence, but you both held each other's gaze. Unknowing to himself, Steve let the words fall right out of his lips. 

“You give me chills.” Eyes widening the boy clammed his mouth shut. 

You frowned, was that a good thing? Sensing his embarrassment you let out a sweet chuckle, offering his nerves to relax. “The good kind right?” 

With a beautiful smile, Steve gently took a hold of your hand and tugged you behind the counter.  

Now standing face to face with each other, it brought you both back to 1984, the night of the bus stake out. 

~1984~

Your brother - Dustin - somehow manage to talk you into coming. Well forced. From the moment you laid eyes on your mother’s poor mauled cat Mews, you knew there was no turning back from this. That and also someone had to babysit the kids and you sure as hell knew Nancy nor Jonathan were going to take the responsibility. But to your surprise when you came outside to see who Dustin had been talking to, you had not been expecting the former King of Hawkin’s High to be standing outside your basement doors. The two had been arguing - a scene right of Abbott and Castello - when you rounded the corner, their voice became hushed the moment they caught sight of you. There they stood, acting as if they weren’t just about to bite each other’s heads off. Raising a brow at the sight of Steve, you knew right then and there something was up. That and also, Steve only came by your house to take you to school. So seeing him with your brother was enough to spark interest in your mind. 

After spending what had felt like an hour of Dustin explaining and Steve’s constant interruptions you three had ended up at an old abandoned junkyard, with the company of, Lucas and Max. 

Which brings you, too now. Sitting in an old school bus, feet hanging out over the top of seats in front of you. Yep, this is how you wanted to spend your night. Fighting a slug monster that only your brother, Lucas and Steve had seen. 

“You have got to be kidding me.” You for the sixth time in the span of five minutes looked down at your mickey mouse themed watch. Ugh, when was this going to end? You wanted to be home in your PJs, snuggled up watching some crappy movie that was on TV with your mother. But no, you were forced to sit in a bus with your crush and three kids, waiting for this “Dart” character to pop up so they could bash the shit out of it. 

“Y/n?” 

You sigh loudly before gazing up. There standing in front of you was your knight in shining armour, Steve Harrington. Hiding the blush forming along your cheeks, you hummed in response and moved your feet out of the way. Taking the seat next to you, you and Steve sat in silence. That was till he shifted to face you. 

“I take it as this wasn’t how you were going to spend your night?”

Boy was he right, he had always been right.  

It’s like he changed, for the better. How much you yearned he would just one day ask you out on a date, or at least something. He had nothing to lose, maybe Nancy. But she was already occupied with a certain Byers boy. 

“Wow, am I that transparent?” You laugh, trailing your eyes out the window. The night was full of beautiful stars. Missing the smile forming on the boy's features. 

“I wouldn’t say transparent. I would say…perfect…” His voice became hushed as he finished his proclamation. 

It was such a shame, two young lovers so oblivious to each other's feelings. Anyone could see it, could feel it. 

This heavy attraction. 

Yet how come you two couldn’t? Was it the fear of being rejected? Was it the fear of falling into the despair that was teenage love? Puppy love or a crush. The fear of becoming important in each other's lives? Your families not liking either one of you? 

You knew your mother would adore Steve, I mean she already did when she would see the smile on your face every time you would see him or bring up his name. How your eyes would wander away, how your eyelashes would flutter, and the biggest beautiful smile appear on your face. That boy had caused this sight. Yet you would wonder if you did the same to him. 

Every time Steve would watch you leave his car, an adoring smile would rest upon his perfect lips. Especially when you would ring him at home. His heart skipped a beat every time the phone would go off. Even his mother once in a while, would catch him with a smile on his face when you two would be on the phone. She knew something was up, wanting to ask her son what put him in such a good mood. But she knew better. Did she though? Steve would often wonder what it would like to have such a relationship with his mother as you did with yours. 

To open up, not to worry about not being this depiction of a perfect son. But to be himself. And he could do that, with you. However, there had always been a voice in the back of both of your wondrous minds. 

The fear. 

Once again the fear. It would often occur when the two of you would be alone or looking at each other like you were now. The hiss of society, throwing these conspiring theories, that there was a chance that it wouldn’t last for you two. But at the end of the day, who were they to decide your future? 

Your love. 

The person you would fall head over heels for. 

This indeed was no dystopian fairy tale. 

You smiled at the boy’s words, Steve usually would mumble that last bit of any sentence. You never truly knew why, maybe he thought you lost interest in his queries. Little did he know you actually enjoyed hearing what would often wander through his mind. Some theories being a little over the edge but others would put you both in a state of mind. 

Peering away from the night sky you found your eyes back on the boy next to you, who was currently twiddling his thumbs as he kept his eyes cast down. Smiling at the scene, you grabbed a hold of his larger hand and held it up, before grasping his other and doing the same. 

This caught his attention. Shooting his eyes up Steve met your smile. A beautiful smile, the one where a person’s eyes would sparkle. 

A genuine one.  

A love-stricken one. 

“Why do you mumble? I can’t hear a damn thing you say… at times I wonder if I’m missing out on you confessing your undying love for me.” You laugh, eyes twinkling.  

The boy blushed at your last statement if only you knew. Chuckling along, Steve peered at your entwined hands, he liked this. 

No, he loved this.  

Loved holding onto you, feeling you. 

Oh if only. 

“Huh, don’t worry Y/n. You don’t need to worry about me confessing anything…nothing at all.” 

If you had to say the truth, you weren’t expecting those words to leave his lips. Honestly, you would have expected the confession of his undying love for you. 

But before you could say anything, crashing noises could be heard from outside. 

“Ahh, Steve. Dart’s here.” 

With that Steve left your side and made his way to the other side of the bus. 

You didn’t know what happened but the next thing you knew the love of your life had been placed as bait for those damn slug-like monsters. The kids shouting commands at the guy. Fed up you pushed past them all and opened the door. 

“No, Y/n. Get back in here. Y/n! PLEASE?!” You shooed off your brother’s protests. 

Steve was surrounded and now were you. You knew what you were doing was stupid, but someone had to be out there with him. What if the idiot got hurt?

“Y/n.” He hissed, eyeing each and every demigoron. 

“What Steve!? I’m not going to let you get hurt.” 

Everything went quiet, too quiet. It was like they had all disappeared. But how?

“STEVE! Y/N! RUN!” Raising a brow you turn back to see what the kids were pointing at the shits had moved. 

Shit.

“Steve.” You mumble, as the boy quickly grabs your arm and begins running toward the bus. Your feet picked up the pace, and before you knew you both made it. As the doors closed you collapsed on top of Steve. Earning a groan, from the poor guy. It was cute though, he held onto you in order to give you some support as you fell on him. Faces practically inches from each other, it would have been the perfect romance scene if you two were under different circumstances. Eyes meeting each other, you both held your stares, anyone could practically feel it. It heated up the whole room, that was until Dustin decided to insert his fifty cents worth in. 

“Now! Are you going to play superhero again?” 

You glared up at your little brother, smartass. 

Ooo if you two were at home. He was a lucky boy at this moment, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t get him back. 

Pushing yourself off of Steve, you made your way further down the bus. Not wanting to be spoken to.  

You five needed a plan, a plan right now because there was no way in hell that a spiked bat would save you all from three slug dogs. 

A thud on top of the roof, just confirmed your lack of safety in this bus. Grabbing the kids you formed a barrier around them. 

Now what. 

“What the hell are we going to do now?” Lucas yelled as Steve readied his bat. As it came it went. You lot watched the demidogs cease their movements, screeching as they ran off in the direction they supposedly came in. Slumping back you all let out a sigh of relief. 

“Where do you think they’re going?” Max spoke up. 

Focusing back out the window, Steve shrugged his shoulders and he made his way toward you. Whilst Dustin and Lucas kept their focus on the sight outside before answering the young redhead.  

“Hawkin’s Lab.” 

You frowned your brows at this. What the hell was Hawkin’s Lab?

“Next time we get into a situation like this, please don’t throw yourself like a piece of bait.” Steve’s words hummed in your ears. Shaking your head in the slightest you peered out the window. 

“Trust me. I won’t be tagging along next time.” 

You lot finally made it to the entry of - what you assumed was - Hawkin’s Lab. 

“Listen Y/n. I didn’t mean to be an ass, back at the junkyard… I was just.” You held up your hand and smiled. 

“It’s fine Steve. Like I said, there won’t be a next time…Okay?” 

The boy nodded his head along with your words, not precisely happy with them, but he knew this was a lot to take in. Taking a hold of your hand, Steve pulled you his way. Ceasing as you two were now chest to chest. Well more like face to chest. You two locked eyes the only noise being each other’s shallow breathing. 

Was this it? 

Was this where you two would finally confess your undying love for each other? 

Leaning down, Steve's lips hovered above your ear. 

Damn tease. 

His light breath fanning your neck and cheek. 

“...once this is all out of the way. How about we go to the movies next Friday, and go see that movie you've been dying to see, ya know… umm…”

Laughing at his attempts to be sultry, you waved him off. 

What a loveable dignus. 

“If you’re referring to, Beverly Hills Cop. Then yes, I would love that. Steve.”

You watched the smile form on his face. 

Watching from afar, Dustin shook his head.

“Idiots.” 

~Present, 1985~ 

Little did you know, that night never came. You weren’t too sure if it had something to do with Steve seeing Nancy and Jonathan walking out together, but you knew deep what it was. 

After that night, Steve kept his distance from everyone, especially you. Ignoring your phone calls, the only time he came by was to help Dustin prepare for the Snowball Dance.

And yet here you two stood, in Scoops Ahoy, confessing your much-needed love for each other.  

“Yes… silly the good kind.” 

You smiled at his words, but frowned, so suddenly your emotions changed.

“You know, we never got to go see Beverly Hills Cop… you not talking to me…it honestly tore me apart ya know.” Your confession broke Steve. He swore he didn’t mean to hurt you, he in fact was having a mental fight with himself. Trying to figure out what it was that he wanted, why seeing Nancy hurt him, so badly. 

“I know. And… I’m sorry Y/n. If there s anything I could do to take away that pain and make it up to you…I swear to God I would.” 

Waiting for a response, Steve searched for any signs of hurt and frustration. But only saw adoration flowing through your irises. 

“Kiss me. Steve, kiss-” Without any further say, his lips were on yours in seconds. 

The compassion, you two were yearning for was finally coming together. 

Coming true. 

And good luck to the person who would dare try to ruin this beautiful moment of longing love. 

Grabbing his sailor suit collar, you pulled him in closer, fearing he would slip away at any moment and you would wake from this dream. But no the warmth of his large hands wrapped around your waist. Was the sign of reality you needed. Looping his fingers through the belt holes in your jeans, he pulled you closer. 

Closer than what you’d done. 

“Hey, are you two going to come up for air or what? Is this what happens when a guy goes away to camp for three months?” 

Moving a hand away your hand made it's in front of Dustin’s face and flipped the bird at him. 

“Assholes.” He mumbled. 

They wish us luck, but they think we’re just dreaming. 

Let’s prove ‘em wrong baby. 

Cause you know what luck is? 

Luck is believing you're lucky. 

And luck is what you both had, yes it took time. But boy sometimes the good and beautiful things in life are worth the wait. And that is what makes it special.