You and Me… and My Brother
Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader
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AN: first time writing for Stranger Things! Please be kind and let me know what you think! Kissing and some allusions to sex but truly no warnings other than that!
You were so sure Dustin wasn’t coming home until at least five. The party had him wrapped up in one of their elaborate D&D planning sessions, and those usually took hours.
Which was precisely why Steve Harrington’s hands were currently in your hair, his lips warm and soft against yours, and why the door to your bedroom was closed. He pulled you closer, so that your chests were pressed together, his hands now around your waist underneath your sweater.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured against your lips, you blushed at his praise but kissed him again so he wouldn’t notice.
You laced your fingers through his hair and let him slip his tongue into your mouth.
“Y’know,” Steve murmured between kisses, “being your secret boyfriend is kinda exciting. Dangerous. Very ‘Romeo and Juliet,’ except your brother is way scarier than any Capulet.”
You rolled your eyes, kissing him again. “He’s fourteen, and you’re eight inches taller than him.”
“Exactly,” Steve said dramatically, in between kisses. “Peak unpredictability.”
You laughed, just in time to hear the front door slam.
Your blood froze and Steve jumped, turning to look at you slowly.
“NO. No, no, no—he’s not supposed to be here!” you hissed, scrambling to help Steve off the bed.
From the hallway came Dustin’s voice, loud as ever:
“HELLOOOO? Anybody home? Mom’s working late, so I brought snacks!”
Steve mouthed a silent run, but before you could shove him under the bed he stumbled to the ground, taking you with him, and your door swung open.
Dustin stood there.
Holding a bag of Doritos in one hand, a pint of ice cream in the other.
His eyes dropped to Steve on the floor, with you on top of him.
Both of you blushing, sweating, and looking very guilty.
Both grocery items dropped to the floor, as well as Dustin’s jaw.
There was a three-second pause before Dustin broke the sound barrier.
“WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL.” He looked directly at Steve, “YOU SHITHEAD.”
“Dustin, listen—”
“NO. No listening. EXPLAIN.” He pointed dramatically, first at you, then Steve. “Are you two—? Is this—? ARE YOU DATING HARRINGTON?”
You opened your mouth, but Steve beat you to it.
“Uh… surprise?”
Dustin shrieked. A real shriek that could shatter glass. You winced.
He turned and ran out of the room, slamming your door behind him.
You sighed and rolled off of Steve, placing both your hands over your face.
“Thank god he didn’t come like 10 minutes later, we would have been in a much more compromising position,” Steve said trying to lighten the mood.
You laughed lightly, but were still covering your face in shame.
Downstairs, Dustin paced the living room like a general prepping for war, looking at the ground emotionless, hands held loosely behind his back. You sat on the couch next to Steve, his thigh against yours grounding you.
Dustin stopped and jabbed a finger at Steve.
“If you hurt her, Harrington, I swear on every one I have ever known, you’re dead.”
Steve lifted both hands. “I’m not gonna hurt her, man. I—look, your sister’s amazing. I like her. A lot.”
Your heart flipped, and you tried to hide your smile.
Dustin stared between you both. Squinted. Then groaned loudly.
“So this is real?” He said in a pitch higher than he meant to.
“Yeah,” you said softly. “It’s real.”
Dustin crossed his arms. “Fine. But I reserve the right to interrogate both of you daily.”
Steve winced. “Oh god.”
“It makes sense now, every time you were both coincidentally busy at the same time… you guys don't have enough friends for that to happen,” Dustin explained, mostly to himself.
You threw your hands up in defense, “we have… a friend or two… maybe…” you said unconvincingly, Steve laughed.
“Well, now that the cat’s out of the bag, you can’t lie anymore and I can join you on your dates,” Dustin stopped pacing and looked at you both triumphantly.
You groaned and leaned your head on Steve’s shoulder.
“Nope nope nope, none of that,” Dustin sat between you both, “so what should we watch?”
Steve’s soul visibly left his body.
Date #1: Movie night.
A few days after Dustin caught you both, Steve walked through the front door and kicked his shoes off like he always does. He waved to Dustin on the couch and began walking to your room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Dustin said from the couch with a smile on his face.
“Uhhhh, to your sister’s room,” Steve said, like it was obvious.
Dustin laughed, and then called your name. You emerged from your room and smiled when you saw Steve, you kissed him hello, Dustin gagged.
“We can watch a movie, " Dustin suggested, patting both sides of him on the couch.
“I think we’re going to just hang in my room Dusty,” you said feigning innocence.
“I’ll tell mom you had a boy over, in your room, with the door closed. When she wasn’t home,” Dustin said evilly, glaring at you.
“You wouldn't" you tested him.
“Try me…” he said, not breaking eye contact.
You exhaled and looked at Steve, who shrugged with an awkward smile. You made your way to the couch, motioning for Dustin to move over.
He laughed again, “Nice try.”
He patted each side of him again, one seat for each of you.
You took your seat with a groan of frustration.
“Oh, Steve, be a dear and grab the snacks from the kitchen,” Dustin said, getting comfortable on the couch.
Steve sighed, “anything for you buddy,” he said sarcastically.
You and Steve sat apart. Dustin sat between you with a giant popcorn bucket, narrating the whole film.
Steve whispered, “Is he gonna do this all night?” he asked, looking at you with hopeless eyes.
Before you could answer, Dustin shushed him. “Some of us are trying to enjoy cinema.”
Dustin nodded off around one hour later, finally giving you reprieve to sneak off to your room with your boyfriend, and you made sure to lock the door this time.
Date #2: Picnic at the Lake.
He pulled up in his sleek BMW and you slid into the front seat giving him a kiss on the lips.
“Hi baby,” he said, pulling away from you. Your cheeks flushed at the pet name.
He put the car in reverse, but just as he turned around Dustin came running out of the house waving his arms around with his back pack bouncing up and down.
He got to your open window and placed both hands on the car, panting, “Can I get a ride to the lake?”
“Why do you need to go to the lake Dustin?” Steve asked.
“I have a very important….. Experiment to do, and um I need to be by the lake for it?” He stammered out the lame excuse.
You closed your eyes and sighed, “really? A very important ‘experiment’?”
He nodded with his adorable smile and curls bouncing, knowing you can’t say no to him.
“Get in.” You said annoyed.
He celebrated and slid into the back seat.
Steve sighed and pulled out of the driveway, holding your hand the whole way to the lake.
You brought sandwiches. Steve brought a blanket. Dustin brought binoculars and sat three feet away like a wildlife researcher studying mating rituals.
Steve muttered, “He’s like a very curly-haired mosquito.”
“I think he can hear us,” you said in response, noting how he wasn’t even far enough to need binoculars.
“How’s the experiment going, buddy?” Steve said a little louder.
“Really good! Um great, even. But, what are the odds you brought me a sandwich too?” he asked, turning his attention to you.
You rolled your eyes, “why would I bring a third sandwich for you on my picnic date that was supposed to be just me and my boyfriend?”
He shrugged, “so I can’t have the half you aren’t going to eat?” he asked.
You sighed, again, and extended the sandwich out towards him.
“Yes!” He hopped up from his spot, put his binoculars around his neck and skipped over to you both, sitting on the blanket in front of where you and Steve sat snuggled up.
Dustin bit into the sandwich happily, “So what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day, gang?”
Steve groaned and pushed his sunglasses up his nose. You squeezed his hand as a silent sorry, but he just smiled at you.
“Dude, you’re killing me,” Steve said looking back at Dustin.
“Okay, so I can pick what we do next? Because no offense, this is kind of boring,” he said motioning to the lake.
Steve groaned again, and Dustin just sat there with his adorable, oblivious little smile.
Date #3: Just a walk downtown.
It was meant to be simple and sweet, Steve picked you up for lunch and after you both decided to take a walk on Main Street.
Hand in hand, you were telling Steve about all of your plans for the upcoming weekend, he was telling you about everything at work, and the latest update with his parents.
It was the most alone time you have had in a week, thanks to Dustin being at the Wheeler’s when he picked you up this morning.
Until Dustin leaped out from behind a bench shouting, “STEVEN HARVINGTON, UNHAND MY SISTER—oh. You’re just holding hands.”
You jumped in shock from the sudden jumpscare, grabbing onto Steve, who was equally as startled.
Steve groaned, “Seriously dude? How did you even know we were here?”
“I heard my dearest older sister on the phone with Nancy this morning while I was at Mike’s, telling her all about your little date. Now, come on, buy me ice cream and then I’m going to need a ride home because I ran here.” He motioned for you two to follow him.
“At least we were able to get some alone time in,” you said quietly to Steve as you looked ahead at Dustin leading the way.
Steve looked at you softly, “even when he is being like this, I’m just happy to be by your side,” you blushed a little but before you could respond Dustin turned around.
“Hello! My ice cream isn’t going to scoop itself!”
You both followed him, hand in hand to the ice cream shop.
By week three, Steve was a twitching mess.
He knocked on your window one night, an old habit he would bring back when your mom happened to be still awake. He crawled in dramatically and sighed of fake exhaustion.
“He’s everywhere,” Steve whispered intensely. “I can’t kiss you without checking for binocular glare. I think he bugged my car.”
“He didn’t bug your car, Steve.”
There was a long pause.
“…He asked for a soldering iron yesterday,” Steve said.
You winced. “Okay, he might’ve bugged your car.”
Steve sagged onto your bed, burying his face in your neck. “I’m going insane.”
You ran your fingers through his hair. “I’ll talk to him.”
You pulled yourself from Steve’s arms and left your room quietly, careful not to bring any attention to your mother sitting in front of the TV, you found Dustin in the kitchen, snacking like nothing was wrong.
You leaned against the counter. “Dust? You know I love you, right?”
“Obviously,” he said through a mouthful of crackers.
“And I know you’re just being… protective.”
“Superbly protective,” he corrected with a proud smile on his face.
“But Steve and I need time alone. Like… actual alone time.”
Dustin looked at you for a long second. His shoulders dropped.
“…Okay.” He sighed dramatically. “Fine. But you guys can’t do anything gross, and if he breaks your heart - ”
“I know, I know,” you said. “You will seek vengeance."
“BRUTAL vengeance,” Dustin clarified, putting his fist in the air.
You pulled him into a hug, and he hugged back, squeezing tighter than you expected.
Then he pointed toward your room. “Go. He’s probably being dramatic in there, knowing him.”
You ruffled his hair and made your way back to your bedroom.
When you returned to your room, Steve was dramatically face-down on your pillow.
You climbed beside him, nudging him.
“Good news,” you said. “Dustin is giving us privacy.”
Steve shot upright so fast his hair almost stayed behind. “Seriously? Like actual privacy? No binoculars? No jump scares? No commentary?”
You laughed. “A whole night. Just us.”
Steve grinned, grabbed your face, and kissed you breathless.
From the hallway, Dustin whisper yelled:
“DOORS STAY OPEN!”
Steve groaned. “Baby… I take it back. We’re never escaping him.”
You got up and locked the door, ignoring Dustin on the other side. You walked back over to your bed and straddled Steve. You lowered yourself so that you were face to face, “we just have to be quiet, can you do that?” You asked in a low voice.
Steve huffed out a breath, “I absolutely can do that,” he said before taking your face in his hands and pulling you into a deep kiss.
“EW!” Dustin whisper yelled from the door again. You and Steve pulled apart only to hear his footsteps running away and the slam of his bedroom door.
You both laughed, “alone at last,” you whispered before going in for another kiss.
