#flutt

"It's definitely going to be a disappointing tonight." She groaned at her drink. She heard Johnny, her current companion laugh. She just sunk her head closer to the bar counter. "It's the fucking red lips. It's like a sign saying, 'I'm not the easy kind. Come up to me only if you have a Rolex and a well above average income.' I should never listen to you." She said with tired accusation.

"Hey I like it, plus you don't need to throw yourself on the first guy that meets your eye. This just means you'll find the right one eventually." She scoffed at her glass, his words only annoying her further. "You have clearly have a better image of me than I do. I'm not looking for a husband Jonathan Seuss. Any guy with coherence and the vibes of someone who is not a serial killer is fine by me. " I'm just saying you deserve better than some washed up artist with a scruffy beard or a aspiring male model." He said highly satisfied with himself as he took a sip of his Scotch.

"We're in Paris. That's literally 80% of the male population. I'm not in the mood to be picky." She turned to him, head still cradled in her arms on the cold counter. She saw his face contort lightly as he took another sip.

"Not to mention that this was going to be just you and me having some fun together, I haven't seen you in months." He said, ignoring her comment completely, with a wince as the sharp liquid went down his throat. His Adam's apple flexed and his long neck and it's muscles rippled. She looked up to his hair that was pulled back away, displaying his gorgeous face. She looked away to the other side. "And now we've seen each other. I agreed to go out with you after the long flight and the conference today just because you wanted to catch up. Now I just want to end this night eventfully." She said scanning the bar. She sat up straight and turned her stool around. She picked up her drink and looked around. She saw a guy looking bored in a decent looking white shirt and pants. She messed her hair up and got up to walk to him.

He seemed nice enough, French, works in fashion, cliché. He didn't seem like a killer, still she knew how to take care of herself.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked with a heavy accent. She looked at him suspiciously, he seemed nervous. She nodded. "The guy you were sitting with at the bar?" He asked nervously, she hummed, trying not to turn to look immediately. "You aren't dating him or anything right?" He said like he was satisfied with getting that off his chest. She looked at him with utter horror and disbelief.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you, it's just I'm sure every man, women you name it is just probably thinking the same thing, it's just how you look, I apologise for jumping to conclusions." He said genuinely. Suddenly she pictured it and it hit her. She was sitting at a bar, in a formidable dress, he was in a suit. They both came back from an important event. They were sitting side by side talking. They looked like a bloody couple. They looked like they belonged too, the thought annoyed her, they didn't. She had pushed down the hope of ever being with him a long time ago. They had known each other for years now and going down that road only resulted in pain, she had gotten over it.

"Like those power couples you see in business magazines. Untouchable beauty." He added awkwardly. She narrowed her eyes at him, then opened her mouth to speak finally, assuring him it wasn't such.

"You look like you need a drink." A voice chimed from beside them, they both turned, she did more violently, recognizing the voice instantly. She gave Johnny a warning look but he just smiled at her and placed a gin and tonic in front of her before sitting down beside her at the booth. He looked at her smiling and turned to pass the smile on to her current companion.

"Nice to meet you." He said raising a hand to him for a handshake and put another around her waist and pulled her closer, she tried to pry it away, but in vain. The man in front of them assessed the situation and looked back at her, then turned back to him and smiled.

"I was just telling your girlfriend how perfect you look as a couple." She winced, she couldn't even imagine what the person was thinking about her right now. She opened her mouth to refute.

"You think so? I even tried to propose last month, she shot me down." He said turning to her with a disappointed face but she saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. Her eyes went wide as she turned to speak.

"That's a pity." The man told her. "You should reconsider. I've seen many people, and I like to believe I can understand things about them, you both belong together." He said and then asked for his leave.

"What the fuck?" She said turning to him. He just laughed. "Why would you do that?" She asked in horror.

"That was a lot of fun, plus you looked bored. You needed my help." He said knowingly as she suppressed the urge to smack his pretty face.

"How in the name of god would you know?" She asked highly irritated.

"Trust me, I know you. And I mean, if you really did like him, you could have just interrupted me and said you part." He said looking at her with a glint in his eyes. She clenched her jaw, he knew she wouldn't have outed him like that I'm front of a stranger, she wasn't like that. She picked up her drink and sipped, ignoring him. After a while he sighed.

"I'm sorry alright? But you don't have to try so hard you know?" He said turning to look at her, she still didn't look at him. After a moment of silence she mumbled.

"What do you suggest then? I go back with you?" She said with a scoff and sipped her drink.

"That's what you'll have to do now you know, we'll just go back to the hotel. To our respective rooms." He chuckled, another surge of uncalled for anger coursed through her, she fumed internally but tried keeping her face placid.

"Or you could just come back with me." He said, her stomach dropped as she turned to him. His eyes latched onto hers when they met, she couldn't look away. They were searching her eyes, she knew he was being cautious.

"You wouldn't be able to keep up with me." She said matter of factly, she saw him smirk.

"Try me." His soft voice caused her heart to pound like a drum. Her breathing raced when she noticed him swallow, she saw his neck flush. She turned politely and called for a waiter, asking for the check. She made him pay and once it was done she got up.

"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously. She turned to him.

"I don't take challenges lightly." She said and his smirk returned.

"Maybe this is a bad idea." She said as she walked into his room. Somehow all the bravery she had conjured at the bar vanished once she walked into his hotel room. She turned to speak, but she was just pinned against the wall beside her as his lips met hers. She could feel all the doubt and second guessing leave her at an almost shameful speed. He was pinning her arms above her head, she thought about how she was completely and wholly at his mercy now, he was so tall his frame overwhelmed hers, she was glad she decided to wear heels today, she groaned into his mouth. He replied promptly with a groan of his own. She body moved without permission as she urged to be closed to him. He moved closer, pinning her closer to the wall.

All of a sudden he let go of her arms, bringing his own to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her arms flew to his soft hair, she distantly remembered how she badly she wanted to do this, how she always wanted to know how his hair would feel between her fingers. She fisted his hair. His hair was soft but the ends poked at her palm, it made her clench harder and wrap her other hand around his neck to pull him closer. He groaned again on her lips making her shiver. They were both trying so hard to pull the other closer that there was barely any space between them. His lips felt like electricity. They ravished each other, forgetting to even breathe. Suddenly a rather loud noise interrupted their state. She vaguely recognized it as her ringtone, as he pulled away she involuntarily followed his face, pulling back immediately. She breathed heavy and leaned against the wall, her head spinning. She closed her eyes and heard him chuckle lightly. Suddenly the sound of the phone came closer to her and she opened her eyes to find him holding it up to her. She looked up at him and took the phone without a word.

"Hello?" She asked, trying her best not to sound as breathless as she was right now.

"Where are you both?" The worried voice of Taeyong sounded, she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Umm I'm sort of preoccupied at the moment." She said as vaguely as possible.

"And him? Where is he?" He asked again. She opened her eyes to look at him standing in front of her, with amused satisfaction on his face. She sighed with frustration.

"I don't know, but I'm sure he's enjoying himself." She said with a smirk aimed at the boy currently in front of her. He looked at her with pure lust and challenge in his eyes and she all but choked on air. She coughed.

"I have to go okay?" She said shuffling. "I'm kind of busy." Before Taeyong could reply she disconnected and turned her phone off very blatantly in front of him. She looked down to drop it into her bag and turned up only to be greeted by his face inches away from hers. Her breathing raced again at the mere sight of his eyes. His eyes didn't leave hers as he adeptly slid his jacket off, loosened his tie. Before he could take it off though she grabbed it and pulled him into her, silently enjoying catching him off guard as she tasted his lips again. Soon enough he caught on and complied gladly. Another sound of a phone rang through the room as he groaned and his lips travelled down her face and to her neck. She whimpered at how good she was feeling. Her body was on fire, she didn't want it to stop. Her hand went to his hair and she grabbed at it again.

"Pick it up." She said, still whimpering.

"Fuck it." He said against her neck making her gasp louder than expected. He chuckled against her neck and she grabbed his hair tighter. His phone rang again making him huff against her neck, she moaned his name and felt his entire body stiffen as he pulled away.

"What?" He barked into the phone. She leaned her head back against the wall again and closed her eyes to regain her almost completely lost composure. He felt his hand on her side suddenly and her eyes shot open, he smirked at her and pulled her zipper down swiftly.

"No Taeyong, I'm busy." He said into the phone with a frown, she could hear the impatience in his voice, it made her giggle lightly. His head turned to her and their eyes met.

"Let's just say. I'm finishing up on something that was long overdue." He said and took her dress off completely. She was too busy trying to remember how to breathe to notice. He dropped his phone into her bag as well and with a smirk guided her to the bed.

She fell back into the bed as her heart raced so fast she thought she would pass out. He sat on his knees on the edge of the bed and leaned down, all the while his eyes on hers, she kept up his gaze with hers. He placed a light kiss on her naval and she bit down on her lower lip harshly. He looked up and his already present smirk only deepened. He dipped his head again and she felt his tongue making her gasp and shut her eyes. He continued kissing down her frame. Reaching her thighs and going still lower. He stopped and made his way up. He came up to her face, looking her in the eyes.

"I think I'd say I keep up with you just fine." Brushing his hand against her lower waist lightly. Just above her underwear. She bit her lip. His eyes shined as he hooked his finger in the elastic, making his movements deliberately slow. Her breathing became shallow and she bit down hard enough on her lip to draw blood. But she kept her eyes on his, the challenge coursing through them like the electricity.

Suddenly her eyes lit up with an epiphany. Trying best to ignore his expert fingers she raised her arm. Brushing against his neck, his body stiffened. Her lips tugged at the sides subtly. She slid his tie off, a vulgar thought passed between them, unsaid. Her smirk grew, his fingers faltered. She expertly took the buttons of his shirt off, not looking away for once. Dragging her nails up his chest once completely done. His lips parted and the sharp breathe he took was audible enough of lace her expression with satisfaction. She sat up swiftly and tugged at his belt as he regained his composure. Pulling her underwear down swiftly and unclasping the bra both of them realised shockingly was still on. She wasted no time herself, pulling his belt away and getting his pants off with her feet. They both then just stayed there, looking at each other, breathing so ragged and uneven and loud that it was all they could hear in room, still looking into each other's eyes, not backing down from the challenge to the point where they were a panting mess. He smirked and opened his mouth as if to speak.

"Oh fuck you." She said frustrated and put her hand on his back pushing him down to her, kissing him. His hands were everywhere on her body and she couldn't even control her moans if she tried. He teased down her body again, she let out a frustrated groan.

"Don't be a cocky bastard, I'll take over." She said squirming, he looked up amused. She just huffed and tried to flip him over. He stopped her and came up to look down at her again.

In the 4 months since working at Family Video. Y/n L/n had never once worked a shift with Steve Harrington. Sure, they had run into each other a couple times, sharing a co-worker and best friend, Robin Buckley, but the two had never been alone together. 

That was, until this Monday.

Monday’s were always slow which is why Y/n was looking forward to spending her whole shift gossiping and talking movies with Robin. But when she opened the door, the last person she expected to see was the former “king” of Hawkins High. 

“Hey,” Steve said, awkwardly shifting his weight between his two feet. 

“I-I thought Robin was working today,” was all she could muster to say. 

“She’s sick, I’m just filling in.”

Nodding, Y/n warily made her way over to the front desk, putting her stuff behind the counter. What was she going to do for eight hours with Steve Harrington? From the little she knew about him, they were total opposites. He like sports, shitty blockbusters and went through women like they were nothing. There was nothing she could possibly think of that would make for interesting conversation with him.

Instead of attempting to make small talk about the weather and whatever new burger Benny decided to put on his menu, she opted for complete separation from him. After placing her bag on the ground, pulling out her water to keep on the small shelf below the register, she turned to face him. 

“Keith hasn’t reorganized this place since we were sophomores so I’m gonna go do that,” she said, walking away from the counter, not waiting for a response. 

“What about customers?” she heard him say from behind.

“It’s a Monday. I say we’re gonna have 5 customers for the entire day tops.”Turning into an isle, she opted to start with the arthouse films. 

“Hmm I say seven.”

Peeking her head from around the corner, she looked at him confused. He leaned against the counter, a smirk on his face like he had just predicted the Y2K problem. 

“Are you trying to challenge me?” she asked, unsure of what game he was playing. 

Shrugging his shoulders, he emerged from behind the counter. “Maybe I am. What do you say? Five or less, you win. Seven or more, I do.”

“What about in between?”

“Let’s call it a draw.”

Rolling her eyes, she withdrew back into the arthouse section. “Whatever to get you to stop talking, Harrington.”

It was a good 30 minutes before they spoke again. Nobody came in, like expected, but she could hear him fidgeting with something on the other side of the room. She didn’t care, though, let him do what he wanted it wasn’t bothering her… until it was. 

“Alright, what do you think?” he said, turning into the isle. He held up a drawing, not a particularly good one as Y/n couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be. 

“Of the blob you drew?” she asked, putting another tape back on the shelf. 

“It’s not a blob! It’s Mrs. Talc! The math teacher. You had her too right? We were in the same class?”

Y/n couldn’t contain her laughter. She brought a hand up to her mouth trying to hold back but it wasn’t working. “Yeah, we were but she didn’t look like that.”

Steve smiled, looking at his drawing and back at her. “I think it looks exactly like her.”

She kept laughing, Steve joining along as he moved next to her, picking up a film from her pile to organize. As the chuckles died down, she looked at him, smiling as he carefully placed the films back on the shelf. It was a moment before he realized her stare.

“What?” he asked, placing another tape on the shelf. 

“N-nothing,” she said quickly, grabbing a tape herself. “I didn’t know you actually knew how to work here.”

“Hey, I can do my job!”’

“Yeah but you’re Steve. King Steve who if I remember correctly, was failing Mrs. Talc’s class.” That seemed to strike a chord with him. She watched as his small smile disappeared, leaving a solemn expression on his face. “S-sorry I didn’t mean-“

“-No it’s okay,” he interrupted her. “I was King Steve, or at least that’s what everyone labeled me as… You were right I was failing Talc, but I’m different now. Changed for the better -hopefully.”

He took the last film, placing it on the shelf before looking down at her. She didn’t know what to say after judging him so harshly. Before even getting the chance to apologize, the front bell rang, indicating a customer walking in. 

Steve backed up, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I’ll go help them out,” he said, walking away without waiting for a response. 

She felt like shit, bringing up high school drama that he clearly wanted to forget. He was right, about him changing. If this was still high school he wouldn’t even be speaking to her right now - she was surprised that he even remembered they shared a class. 

As she turned the corner she watched as Steve intently recommended a movie to the customer. He put a smile on his face as he handed over the tape, patiently waiting as they viewed it. He was quite good at this job actually, she was never able to get someone to rent a tape as fast as he just did. 

The customer left the store, some blockbuster movie shoved into a plastic bag and Y/n decided right then and there that she would make an effort to know the new Steve Harrington. 

Walking up to the counter, she rested her arms on top. “Alright Harrington,” she started. “How about we make this bet more interesting?”

He was caught by surprise, not expecting to get another sentence out of his co-worker for the rest of the shift. “S-sure,” he mustered out, recovering quickly with a raised eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”

“Loser buys the other lunch.”

He debated only for a moment before holding out his hand for her to shake. “Alright, L/n, you’ve got yourself a bet.”

With a smile she shook his hand before turning around to go start organizing another shelf. She couldn’t see from behind as she turned into the action movie section but Steve had a grin that reached from ear to ear. 

After that initial shift, the one where Steve ended up buying her lunch for the day, the two workers grew closer and closer. Y/n suddenly found herself having more one on one shifts with him, each which were filled with laughter and soon-to-be inside jokes. 

Robin was especially grateful for their new friendship, finally having her two best friends get along was the best gift she could’ve asked for - and she made no effort to hide that fact.

“I just can’t believe that you and the dingus are getting along!” she said, watching Y/n stack another tape on the shelf. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Yeah, well you were right,” Y/n said. “He’s changed since high school. He’s actually a decent human being now.”

“I told you so!”

“Robin, I just said you were right,” she reminded her friend, making them both chuckle slightly. 

Almost on cue, the doorbell rang and Steve Harrington walked through. Robin watched as her friend stood up straight, walking over to join her from behind the counter.

“Hey Steve,” Robin greeted him. “We were just talking about you.”

“What?” Y/n said quickly, seeing the confused look on his face turning to face him. “No we weren’t. What’s up? I thought it was your day off?”

“It is, I just grabbed the wrong tape when I left yesterday and Henderson is throwing a hissy fit. I’ll just go grab the right one… do you wanna help me?”

“S-sure!” Y/n exclaimed, walking out from around the counter to head over with him.

Robin watched the scene unfold in front of her with suspicion. She watched as Steve fumbled with the tape he was holding, walking closely next to his new friend. Y/n made no move to back away, smiling as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. It was like a scene straight out of a movie. Robin watched as Steve picked up the new tape, brushing over Y/n's hand softly in the process. 

Backing away slightly, he raised a hand to her. “See you Buckley!”

“Bye Harrington!” she yelled as Y/n made her way back over to the counter with a smile she wasn’t trying to hide. “Alright,” Robin began to her. “When were you gonna tell me?”

Y/n looked at her confused. “Tell you what?”

“That you and Harrington are dating!”

“What!?” she exclaimed, taking a step back. “M-me and Steve? What- no- why- we’re not dating.”

“Well you coulda fooled me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Steve didn’t need help exchanging that tape. He works here he just wanted to be near you! And the way you too were smiling and blushing? I mean, you’re not dating, you guys have it bad for each other.”

“I do not like Steve like that, Robin!” Y/n persisted, crossing her arms. 

“Whatever you say… Hey, you’re still going to Nancy’s party tomorrow right?”

“Yeah I’ll be there… I’m gonna go take my break.”

Waving bye, she headed into the back room, Robin’s comment still on her mind. Steve and her dating? That was ridiculous! She liked talking to him, having his company during work made the shifts feel like they were going by faster. And sure, she liked the way he chuckled at her jokes, like everything she said was clever. 

But they were just friends. 

Even if she did like him, Steve definitely did not think of her the same way. She needed to stop thinking about this. There was no good in dwelling over things that weren’t true.

The party at Nancy Wheeler’s was more packed than usual. Y/n didn’t know that she was friendly with this many people but nevertheless, the house was packed. She moved through the living room in an attempt to get to the kitchen when she heard her name being called out. 

“Y/n!” she turned to see Robin, her arm strung over her girlfriend Vickie. 

“Hey guys,” she returned. “Packed house huh?”

“Yeah I think the football team heard it was going on and crashed it,” Vickie commented, practically yelling over the voices around them.

Y/n nodded, searching for a clear path to the kitchen.

“Looking for someone?” Robin said with a smirk.

“No?” Y/n said, not knowing what she was talking about. “I’m trying to find the quickest way to get a beer.”

“Maybe he can help you.” Robin motioned behind her to someone. 

Turning, Y/n was caught by surprise. Steve Harrington was in the living room, look around like he didn’t know what to do. She turned back to Robin and Vickie to ask why he was here but they were gone before she could.

“Hey, L/n,” said Steve, causing her to look back at him.

“H-hey,” she said awkwardly. “I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I didn’t think you and Nancy were on good terms… I heard about how she dumped you in high school…”

“Yeah…” he said, remembering back to the day she was talking about. “It’s fine, we weren’t meant for each other but we’re still good friends.”

Y/n nodded, looking around not knowing what to do. “So… beer?” she asked. 

“Beer,” he agreed. 

The two finally made their way to the kitchen grabbing two bottles before suddenly there was an arm back on Y/n's shoulder. A friend from high school hastily pulled her away from Steve, giving her just enough time to give him an apologetic look.

As her friend went on, drowning her in every detail of her life since the moment they last saw each other, Y/n tried to think of every possible way to escape the conversation. She tried to go to the bathroom, scan the room for Robin, and even just make up an emergency altogether, but the girl wouldn’t stop speaking. She droned on and on about her boyfriend and how they were going to move in together, not even letting Y/n speak a word. To put it simply, she was exhausted. 

It wasn’t until the girl finally left with her friend that Y/n realized they had been talking for nearly the entire party. She looked around, watching as people crashed to the floor or leaving without saying any goodbyes - she had missed the entire thing. 

The house was a mess and since the party was basically dead now anyways, she thought it was as good as time as any to start cleaning up. Finding a trash bag in the kitchen, she opted to start with the empty cans left in the living room. Slowly putting one bottle after the other in to the bag, she heard someone call out for her. 

Groaning, she turned around, hoping for it not to be her old high school friend. When she saw who it was, a smile was brought to her face.

“Where have you been all night?” asked Steve Harrington, plopping down on the sofa.

“Getting my ear talked off by some girl we used to go to school with. It was so boring,” she told him, putting another can in the bag. 

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Helping clean up, maybe you should too.”

“No,” he waved her off. “Stop that, I hired cleaners to come in the morning.”

Y/n dropped her bag to the side, trying to process what he just say. “I’m sorry you paid for someone to come? Damn Harrington, throwing around the big bucks.”

He gave a small chuckle as she sat down on the couch next to him, their shoulders bumping slightly at the sudden movement. 

“Yeah well what else am I gonna use it for. Might as well help some friends out right?” 

“I guess so…”

Silence took the air for only a moment before Steve continued. “…my parents are never home,” he started up again, a more serious tone taking over his voice. “When you’re constantly alone, it’s easy to get swept up in making yourself busy to uh, block out any of the feelings…so whether it be finding a minimum wage job, hanging out too much with Robin, or paying to have cleaners come to your exes house…it just helps to take your mind off things…”

He trailed off into silence again, scouring to himself for oversharing with someone he barely new. Y/n could tell he was getting tense, the way his shoulders caved in, trying to engulf himself. 

“I get what you mean,” she responded softly, trying to make him feel better.

He looked over at her, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Yeah?”

Nodding, she continued. “My dad left when I was little… it’s really only been me and my mom for as along as I can remember. I’m so used to cleaning up and taking care of others sometimes it feels like my brain just goes on auto pilot. Like if I’m not helping others I won’t stop to realize I’m not taking care of myself.”

She could see his eyes soften, looking at her like he wasn’t expected to hear her unannounced childhood trauma. 

“S-sorry,” she backtracked, looking down at her lap. “That got a little deep there for a second.”

Quickly Steve replied, “Don’t apologize.” She looked back up at him; he was leaning closer to her, almost feeling his breath against her face. “I like learning new things about you. The good and the bad.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

She felt herself moving closer, her eyes darting from his eyes down to his lips.

“I like learning new things about you too.”

His hand reached up, cupping her cheek, pulling her in closer. They were practically connected, their lips barely hovering over each other. It was in that moment that Y/n decided, Fuck it.

She closed the gap between them, feeling the hand on her face apply a little but more pressure. It was slow, like they were savoring each last bit of the kiss, like it would be the first and last time this would be happening.

Y/n pushed into him, pulling him closer by the waist as she felt his other hand tangle in her hair. He moaned into her mouth, turning his head to get a new angle. It felt…nice; something she hadn’t expected from the playboy of her old high school. 

Slowly, they pulled away, wanting only a moment to catch their breaths before diving back in. But before their lips could connect again, someone called out for him.

“Steve!” He turned his head, his hair brushing against her face before she turned as well. In stumbled a very drunk Eddie Munson, a bottle of beer dropping from his hands. “H-have u seeen Chrisslsly?” he asked, slurring his words. 

“No, Munson I haven’t,” he replied, a tone of annoyance in his voice. 

Eddie tripped over the hem of the rug, falling on the floor before rolling over on his back aching. Y/n felt Steve leave her embrace, getting up to go help up his friend. Leaning down, he took one of Eddie’s arms and draped it over his shoulder.

“Come on, Munson, let’s get you home.”

Without another word, another acknowledgment of what had just occurred, he left, taking his drunk interrupter with him. 

“What the fuck just happened?” Y/n whispered to herself. 

She ran her hands over her face, like she would wake up from a dream any minute now. But as her eyes opened again she found she was still on Nancy Wheeler’s couch, in shock that she just made out with one of her best friends. 

“You’re fucking kidding me!” Robin exclaimed, leaning over the counter of Family Video. 

Y/n was restocking the sci-fi movies, relaying the events of the previous night’s party. “Come on Robin,” she said, putting another movie on the shelf. “It was just a kiss.”

“A kiss?! Y/n, that wasn’t just a kiss. That was a declaration of love!”

She rolled her eyes. “Come on, be serious. It was barely anything.”

“Well what does Steve think about this?”

“I haven’t talked to him since it happened…” Y/n said trailing off. “…Eddie came in drunk and he had to leave pretty quickly.”

“And he hasn’t called?”

She shook her head. “Hence why it was only a kiss. He didn’t mean anything more than that.”

“Y/n, Steve doesn’t just kiss anyone.”

“Did we go to the same high school?” she asked sarcastically. 

“Come on, you know he’s changed since then. How else would you guys be friends?” Robin emerged from behind the counter, walking up and grabbing her with both shoulders. “Trust me. He likes you. Eddie just got in the way and he’s probably too nervous to call.”

Robin was being very persistent and it was not helping Y/n's case. She didn’t want to admit it, but, she liked kissing Steve Harrington. She liked that he opened up to her and wanted to know more about her. He was the first boy that felt to her like he actually cared. 

But he didn’t call her, didn’t even acknowledge their kiss as he left the party with Eddie. Sure, he changed his ways but she knew for a fact that Harrington charm was still there. Why wouldn’t he call if it wasn’t just a kiss? 

“I’m going back to restocking,” Y/n said, wanting to be done with the conversation. 

Robin groaned, walking back to her place at the counter. “All my friends are idiots,” she murmured under her breath.

Another week went by without any call or talk from Steve. That was, until she walked in for another morning shift, one that she was expecting to see Robin at. 

As she opened the doors to Family Video, finding they were already unlocked, she stumbled back slightly. Steve was already behind the counter, playing with some Rubik’s cube as he waited for the shop to open. 

When he noticed her enter, Steve stood up, tossing the cube to the side, leaning his hands on the counter. “H-hi,” he said awkwardly.

Still in shock that he was here, she got straight to the point. “What are you doing here?”

“Robin, uh, called out sick again.”

Nodding, she put her bag down, not knowing what to do. They hadn’t spoken in over a week, a week since he kissed her and left without another word. She wanted a normal shift with her best friend, one where she didn’t have to worry about what she did or said, or if he was going to reject her to her face. 

“I’m just gonna go organize the romance section,” she said, walking away without another word. 

The shift turned from painful silent into one of the busiest days they had in a along time. Y/n got maybe two tapes on the shelf before a customer came up to ask her a question. Looking over to the counter, hoping Steve could help, she saw he too had another customer at the front. 

With a smile, she turned back to the women in front of her, directing her over to the silent movie section. The first half of their shift went on like that, always someone helping a customer and having no time to do anything else. 

When the half way mark hit and Y/n was able to come back from lunch, it was finally empty. She sighed, watching as Steve went to the back to begin his break, happy she would finally have time with her own thoughts. 

While she was helping the customers, Robin’s words still played in the back of her mind. Steve doesn’t just kiss anyone, he’s changed. It didn’t matter cause he would have talked to her by now - called at least. No, she wouldn’t bring it up because it would only lead to rejection and Y/n didn’t think she could handle that. 

The door in the back slammed close and Y/n peeped her head around the corner to see Steve emerge from the break room. They made eye contact for a moment before she stuff her head back into the romance section, set on organizing the shelf. 

Two hours had past and every now again she check around the corner to see if there were any new customers. There wasn’t but she could see her coworker getting antsy, like he needed to say something but she would hide every time he tried. She had finished organized the section pretty early on, but there was nothing left to do so there she sat, reorganizing the shelf once more. 

Y/n stuck her head out one more time, expecting to see him at the front desk but he was no where to be seen. Thinking he left to get something from the back, she tuned around to grab another tape. The last thing she was expecting to see Steve Harrington standing behind her. Yelping, she jumped back slightly, trying to catch her breath. 

“Jesus, Steve! Why are you standing there like that?!” she exclaimed. 

“You’re ignoring me,” he stated. 

She sighed, grabbing the film. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes you are,” he continued, watching as she continued her task. “You’ve been reorganizing the same section for over two hours.”

“It’s messy,” she shrugged.

“Bullshit.” 

As she went to put another tape on the shelf, he reached out a hand and blocked it. He stepped closer to her as she turned to him, not wanting to deal with his little fit. Staring up at him, she felt her gaze soften to match his. He looked distraught, like he was a bubble that could burst any second. 

In a soft voice he said, “We have to talk about it.”

Oh boy. She couldn’t do this. Not now, not here. “Talk about what?” she asked, knowing full well that was a lie.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh come on.”

She stepped back from him, needing to get away from how close they once were. Slowly she shook her head. “No, we don’t,” she finally gave in. 

“I think we do-“

“No!” she interrupted him, leaning against one of the stacks of tapes. She let her head hit the top shelf behind her as she closed her eyes in defeat. “I won’t let you reject me to my face so let’s just skip this conversation and go on with our shift.”

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Steve was once again in front of her. Making no move to walk away, she watched as he placed both his hands on either side of the shelf, trapping her in his gaze. 

“I lied,” he said plainly. 

“What?”

“I lied, Robin isn’t sick I asked her to trade shifts with me.”

Y/n felt her heart beating faster. What was he saying? What did this mean? 

“Why?” she asked him.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Why do you think?” He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. “I don’t think that kiss was a mistake, and I really wanna kiss you again.”

Y/n felt her heart drop. Was this real? Was she dreaming right now? She looked up into his eyes, they made her feel like she was the only one in the world. Fuck it, dream or not, she really wanted to kiss him back.

“Then do it,” she said. 

Before the words could even finish forming on her tongue, Steve leaned in, capturing her lips on his. She felt her hands find their way to his waist, trying to pull him closer to her. He pressed her more against the shelf, the kiss quickening and becoming more intense by the second. 

There was almost no time to come up for air as he leaned down to kiss her again. It felt desperate, like thirst you couldn’t quite get rid of. She smiled into the kiss, feeling him do the same. 

They were both so stupid denying their feelings for each other. It was obvious how they felt, and now kissing him in the romance section, she couldn’t figure out why she waited. 

As he moaned into her mouth, the door of Family Video rang. Quickly, they pulled apart, turning their heads to the door. A very shocked Vickie stood, still on the front doormat. Y/n pushed Steve away, trying to clean up her appearance like it would erase what their friend had just seen. 

“Vickie-” Steve tried to start with her but he was cut off quickly.

“-Oh Robin is so going to freak when she hears about this!” she exclaimed, turning to walk back out the store. 

“Wait did you need something?” Y/n asked, wondering why she came in to begin with. 

“Not anymore!” she shouted, bolting to her car outside. 

Y/n heard Steve say, “Shit,” as he moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his head on her shoulder. “Robin is not going to live this down is she?”

“No, I don’t think she will.”

He leaned down, trying to kiss her again but Y/n put a finger up to his lips. She turned around to face him properly. 

“No,” she said.

“But I really wanna kiss you again,” he whined. 

“You can… after you help me organize the romance section.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a smirk, walking over and putting tapes of the shelf.