#strangerthingsfluff

“So did he call?” Nancy asks you. 

“Will you keep your voice down?” You hiss at her, a playful smirk on your lips. 

“Well did he?” Barb speaks up beside you. You shake your head no, walking up to your locker. 

“I’ve told you before, it's not like that,” you tell them as you work to open your locker, Barb shooting Nancy a knowing look. “Okay, I mean, yes, fine, he likes me, you both know that, but not like that. We’ve only made out a couple of times.”

“We only made out a couple of times.” Barb mimics you as Nancy giggles beside her.

“Jesus, you’re gonna be so cool now,” Nancy tells you as Barb nods along in agreement.

“No, I’m not!” You retort back.

“You better still hang out with us, that’s all I’m saying,” Nancy tells you.

“Yeah, if you become friends with Carol and Tommy H…” Barb trails off.

“Ew, no. Gross. And I’m telling you guys again, this was just a one-time… two-time…thing.” You tell them as your open your locker up to have a folded slip of paper fall out. You pick up the small slip of paper and open it. 

Meet Me. Bathroom. Steve.

You look to Nancy and Barb as they read the note over your shoulder. 

“You were saying?” Barb comments. 

Before you know it, you're in the girl's restroom at Hawkins High, full-on making out with none other than Steve Harrington. As your lips continue to clash as the kissing becomes more and more intense, a bell rings, indicating the 5-minute warning before the first period starts. You crash into reality, no longer lost in lust for Steve. You reluctantly pull away from Steve and he tries to chase your lips with flushed cheeks. 

“Okay, I, have to go.” You tell Steve as he continues to kiss your neck.

“Just one more minute.” He murmurs against your hot skin. You enjoy his lips on your neck for a few more seconds before calling him again.

“Steve…”

“Yeah?” he asks in between kisses. 

“I really, like seriously, have to go.” You gasp out before finally tearing your body away from his and pulling your backpack on. 

“Let’s do something tonight, yeah?” Steve asks, doing the same.

“I can’t, I have to study. For Kaminsky’s Chem test.” You stutter out as Steve pulls you close to him again.

“What’s your GPA again? Three-point nine?”

“Kaminsky’s tests are impossible.”

“So let me help you.”

“You failed chem.”

“Oh come on, it was only a C minus.” You look at him sternly, shaking your head and giving a little laugh.

“So, should I come over, say, eight?”

“Uh, are you crazy? My mom won’t allow that, no way.”

“Who says she needs to ‘allow’ anything? I’ll just climb through your window, she won’t even know I’m there. I’m stealthy, like a ninja.”

“You are crazy.” You tell Steve, turning away from him towards the door to go to class.

“Okay, okay, forget your place, we’ll just chill in my car, find a nice quiet place to park.”

“Steve, I have to study, I’m not kidding.”

“Why do you think I want it nice and quiet?” You can’t help but smile at him. 

Dustin ways told Steve that he should do something about his crush on his sister. He never thought that, he would ever say that to someone, least of all Steve, given his track record. It was Christmas time, which meant that you had to go to Sears as a family, to get your annual, Christmas family portrait done. Every year, you and Dustin made it more cringe worthy than the last. This year, you were wear matching blue sweaters. Each time, the Sears photographer took a photo, you and Dustin made funny faces. He had given Steve, a wallet size photo of the family portrait. Steve would never admit it to Dustin, but he thought you were beyond Gorgeous. He stuck it in his wallet, right away trying to act nonchalantly about it. The photo was of you with your eyes closed laughing, while Dustin did his ‘Purls’, and your mom with a classic un-amused, bitch face. 

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Steve could count the number of people who’ve been over to his house, while his parents were home with one hand. He was beyond, nervous to have someone over while they were home in general to say the least. He was hesitant to allow you to come over, even if it was just so you could get your project done for science. 

Pulling up to the drive way you were overwhelmed with nervousness. You had barely, even met your friends parents, let alone the guy you had feelings for. Taking a deep breath in, you grabbed the basket of freshly made cookies, and rang the doorbell. You had never been to Steve’s house before, so you weren’t even sure if you were at the right one. Suddenly, the door flew open and revealed one of Steve’s parents. 

“You must be, Y/N. Please, Come in,” the woman said, her voice sounded soft and velvety. 

“Good Evening Mrs. Harrington. I hope you don’t mind, I brought over some freshly made cookies.” 

“Oh my! You didn’t have to do that! Steve’s lucky to have a girl like you around!”

You blushed at her comment, shutting the door behind you. Steve hadn’t even heard the doorbell. Fear, spread through his body like wild fire. Rushing out of his bedroom, he paused at the top of the stairs, behind a wall. Having heard the whole conversation he smiled, never had he heard his mother approve anyone he brought home before. 

__________Time Skip to even later that night_________________________

“Do you want to go to a party?”

Steve spoke, breaking the silence. 

“Isn’t it too late to go to a party? It’s 10:30!”

“It’s never too late, baby.”

“Don’t call me that Harrington.”

“So, do you want to go to a party or not?”

“Dustin, will kill you if he ever finds out.”

Your response caught him off guard. Steve never pegged you as one to go to a party. 

As you arrived at Tommy’s house, the music was booming, and cars were parked up and down both sides of the street. He was beyond shocked, when the second the both of you walked in to Tommy’s house, you were greeted with a chorus of, “Y/N!” From the partygoers. Suddenly, you were whisked away by a group of girls that came up to the both of you, once you stepped foot inside.

It wasn’t until twentyish minutes later that you were back by his side.

“I wasn’t aware, I was in the presence of Miss Popularity.” He joked.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his red solo cup from him, and take a drink.

“Come on, Harrington. Let’s dance.” 

Not waiting for his response, you grabbed his hand and lead him to the circle, of people dancing. More like dirty dancing. As, you made your way through the crowd, you stopped turning around, you grabbed the front of Steve’s shirt, pulling him closer, starting to move your hips. Guiding his hands to your hips, you spun around so your back was pressed to his chest. You didn’t miss the groan that had escaped deep from Steve’s throat.

“Y/N. You’re killing me.”

He brought his lips to the side of your neck gently, placing kisses there, unsure of himself. Letting this go on for awhile, you both decided it was time to go. Steve being the gentleman that he had become, opened your door for you. Leaning around the door, you leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

Letting out a soft, “My hero.” 

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After awhile, you and Steve couldn’t deny that there was chemistry, between the both of you. Even, Eleven knew there was something there. Deciding, that you needed a break from all the masculine energy, you, Max, and Eleven, all had a girls sleepover. It would be El’s first one, so it had to be perfect. You drove the girls to the mall, not realizing that they would want to stop at an all too familiar, ice cream shop, ‘Scoops Ahoy’. This make you groan internally. 

“Aho- Hi, Y/N!”

Robin greeted you, grinning from ear to ear. As both girls ran up to the counter, the sliding window on the back counter flew open. You were greeted with the face of your brother and Steve. 

“Dustin? What’re you doing here?”

“Do I really have to answer that?”

“Well, yeah. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want an answer?”

“Steve, Robin, and I are trying to crack a Russian code!”

Simultaneously, two voices yelled, “DUDE!”

You chuckled in response. 

“You know what, I don’t even want to be involved. Have fun with that, you three.”

Shaking your head, you couldn’t help the smile that had crept onto your face. The girls had chosen a both to sit at, so you turned to join them. Your back was towards the isle, so you didn’t get the chance to see Steve sneak up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, while trying to act nonchalantly. You brought your hands to rest on his forearms. Leaning down, he pressed kisses to your cheeks, while you closed your eyes enjoying the moment, with a smile plastered on your face.

“Hey Lover Boy! Get your ass back here so we can solve this!” 

“Dustin! Language!” You yelled back at him in response. 

Steve let out a low laugh at the both of you, placing one last kiss to your cheek he squeezed your shoulders before unwrapping himself from you before saying, “Alright, alright, I’m coming. Don’t cream your pants!”

You and the girls busted with laughter. Steve, met the backroom door, turning to give you a small wave, in which you returned, bringing a visible blush to his face. Suddenly, a hand shot out from behind the door, roughly grabbing the front of his ‘Scoops Ahoy,’ uniform, before a voice said, “Yeah, yeah, he’ll give you a call when he gets home, so you two love birds can talk about your feelings,” the voice said as the hand yanked him into the backroom. It didn’t dawn on you until later, that the hand belonged to Dustin. 

It wasn’t until Max was explaining, to Eleven what Dustin meant by ‘Love Birds,’ that you realized that Steve had yet to call you. Deciding, you didn’t care what impression you gave off, you grabbed your bedroom phone, and sat cross legged on your bed. 

“Hello?” A groggy, deep voice answered.

“Steve?” You asked in surprise.

“Y/N? Fuck. I’m sorry! I passed out after work, Dustin was really serious about the code.”

“It’s fine, Steve. I was just worried about you.”

“You were worried about me?”

“And Robin, and Dustin, uh.”

“You can’t take it back now, Y/N!” Hearing him the teasing in his voice before he continued, “Aww! You were worried about me!”

It was like all your smart quips had been drained from your brain, “Shut up, Harrington.”

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I worry about you too.”

“Good to know Steve.” Letting out a sigh of relief with a smile on your face, it felt like it was only you and Steve in the world. Both Max, and Eleven had made themselves comfortable across from you on the bed. You didn’t notice their intent stares. 

A short pause.

“Hey Steve?”

A deep hum could be heard.

“I like you.”

You could hear the smile and relief in his voice, “I like you too, Y/N.”

You smiled, not thinking to respond.

“What are you doing tomorrow around 7 O’Clock?”

“Nothing, wh-oh.”

Chuckling he continued, “Would you like to go on a date with me, Y/N?”

Suddenly, two high pitched squeals was the only sound. He knew you were having a ‘Girls Night’, so their reactions didn’t catch him off guard. That wasn’t the case for you. All he heard was an ‘oof.’ 

Both girls, had hurled themselves in excitement at you, before you could answer him, two high pitched voices answered for you.