Warnings: Pure fluff, familial bond with the Straw Hats, established relationship with Zoro, reader is referred to as a woman and with she/her pronouns.
Description: Zoro doesn't dance, but when the reader teases him with her voice he can't help himself.
“This music is too loud, you’re gonna get us caught,” Law murmurs as he notices the sun beginning to descend below the horizon, painting the sky a magnificent display of colour.
“We always do this. Get used to it,” says Zoro.
He takes a swig from his beer before placing it into his lap and leaning back against the wooden column behind him. The music is quite loud, but not so loud that he can’t hear your delighted laughter over the bass, so he’s willing to let it go. In the middle of the deck you’re spinning and twirling with Nami and Robin by your sides, each of you wearing ribbons from your sewing box on your wrists. His eye is trained on you and the way the ribbons circle around your body with such precision and skill that you look like some sort of wind deity.
“You don’t join in?” Law asks looking between Zoro and the women.
Zoro shakes his head, “I’m a swordsman, not a dancer.”
An amused breath leaves Law’s nose in such a way that it seems to say: Amen to that. There’s a beat between the music as Brook passes the guitar to Sanji and picks up his violin, and the two swordsman on their own listen as Brook coaxes Franky and Chopper over to a pair of hand drums.
“Are we doing that song?” You exclaim with a quick glance over to Zoro.
He sighs, defeated, but with the shadow of a smile on his lips, and then he raises his beer to you. The excitement bursts through your veins — he can see it in the sparkling e/c of your eyes, in the jump you do before turning back to the others and accepting a few bells that Robin threads onto your ribbons.
“What song?” There’s a confused frown on Law’s brow.
All he receives in response is silence, and it isn’t the least bit comforting.
The song begins with a soft drum beat, then Sanji joins in with the guitar, and finally Brook brings them all together with the violin in a beautiful introduction to a folk song that Law had never heard before. As the instruments rise in intensity, he expects to hear Brook’s voice open the song despite the rather high key, but he is pleasantly surprised to hear your sweet voice begin the vocals. You sing with a confidence Law has never seen from you before as you have always been quiet around him, and he turns to mention this to Zoro, but stops short upon seeing the look on his face.
Here is one of the biggest pirates in the world, a member of the worst generation, Roronoa Zoro, staring at you with a bright pink nose and slightly less pink — but still rosy — cheeks. His eye is lit up, not by the fairy lights creating the almost fantastical atmosphere aboard the Sunny, but by the absolutely unparalleled eloquence of your voice.
When Nami and Robin sing their part they harmonise so well that they sound like one being. It’s almost as beautiful as your part, the main part, but Zoro’s ears seem to shut off when you aren’t singing so that he can focus on widening his one good eye to get a better look at you dancing. You’re leaping in the air now, the music having complete control over your body as you flip and pirouette and perform all these other feats which every time amazed Zoro more than the last time he saw you do it.
As the pace of the song increases, Luffy and Usopp join the dance, weaving through the three of you girls with a skip in their step and the dance trained into their bodies. Zoro grunts slightly when Sanji stands up, seemingly an expert on the guitar now, and finds himself wrapped up in ribbon like a Maypole.
Nami and Robin are singing about how horrible an idea it is to love a sailor, trying to trap you in their ribbons, and all the while you’re ignoring them, telling your tale about running away from home and right into the arms of your sailor paramour. Zoro can’t help but feel like the song was written for the two of you, even though it’s at least three hundred years old. Every verse, every chorus, every word is a confession of love from you to him.
The instrumental begins and Brook plays this spectacular dance-y tune during which you place your hand on Luffy’s and the two of you perform a partnered céilí dance. He’s stumbling over his feet and laughing as he tries to justify himself to you while you loudly complain that he’s not practising enough (but you’re laughing, too, you can’t stop yourself from enjoying this moment).
And then the tempo slows and the instruments go quiet until the players have nearly stopped entirely. Oh! And here comes Zoro’s favourite part!
You run over to him, your ribbons flowing behind you like a cape and the bells jingling like you’re a fairy. Law is caught off-guard by your appearance in front of them, he pronounces your name and you giggle, telling him to stop being a loser and join in.
“I’m a swordsman and a doctor, not a dancer,” he claims.
You scoff and Zoro turns to Law with a lovestruck grin, his arms are wrapped up in your ribbons and his knees are on either side of your thighs. He’s lost to the music, he’s lost in you.
“I’m sure you know a dance or two,” Zoro says teasingly and elbows Law so hard that he trips right into Luffy’s outstretched arms and is pulled into the centre of what would look like a Bacchanal to any outsider.
“Are you being hospitable to our guest?” You ask Zoro once it’s just the two of you alone and before you’ll be beckoned to start singing again.
“You’re the one who called him a loser, woman,” he chuckles.
You laugh with him and bite your lip, “Are you gonna come dance with me?”
“How could I say no to that voice?”
The bridge erupts from your lungs to serenade Zoro as he stands up and allows himself to be taken by your siren song, dragged into the dance. The song ends with another instrumental, just as powerful as the last, and he escapes your ribbons to raise you up into the air, spinning you around as a prince would a princess. At the very end, you repeat the refrain half a dozen times, each time letting the song fade a little more until there is no more music left to sing or to dance to.
“what are you doing this weekend” i am going to fantasy land. i am hiding under the covers in bed. i am making things up. i am contemplating events that didnt happen. i am talking to fake people. i am listening to my tunes. i am envisioning scenarios
i don't think Mike decapitating balloon boy was in the script, I think Josh Hutcherson played fnaf 2 in preparation for the movie and that was his genuine reaction to seeing that fucker
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 a very guilty Steve.
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 in 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. 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 weeks, 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 two, 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 awake still. 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.
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 a very guilty Steve.
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 in 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. 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 weeks, 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 two, 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 awake still. 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.
summary: the five most recent times dustin henderson has been a "cockblock" - (steve's words) during steve and y/n's relationship
warnings: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, kissing, makeout sessions, some allusions to smut but no smut written, slight swearing, takes place between s3 and s4! (not proofread)
a/n: guys this is only for @keerysbrowneyes if you're not aly.... BACK OFF
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steve harrington was, to say it nicely, obsessed with his girlfriend. in the summer of 1985 he was brave enough to ask her to be his, after the duo (plus robin buckley) almost died on july 4th. of course y/n said yes, kissing him eagerly before he dropped her off at her house.
dustin henderson was the first to find out. steve and y/n figured the teenager would be happy about it.
"we're his two favorite people, what could go wrong?" steve's words tried to comfort y/n before the couple told her younger brother the news.
"no. no, absolutely not," a very stubborn dustin paces in front of steve and y/n who are sat on the couch.
"dustin!" y/n can't help but let out a scoff, "what's your deal?"
"i don't want him canoodling you!"
"dude," steve laughs.
"do not say canoodle," y/n responds.
dustin moves on with an eye roll, "how did you ask her?" he points at steve.
steve nonchalantly shrugs, "during summer."
dustin sends him a skeptical look. "was it before or after you guys were kidnapped by russians?"
"after," steve responds quietly.
"dustin," y/n butts in, "can't you just be happy for us? and not give us a round of twenty questions?"
dustin finally stops pacing, sitting on the coffee table in front of the couple.
"you," he points to y/n, "no pda in front of me or the party." y/n nods at his request.
"and you," he points to steve, "don't get her pregnant."
y/n lets out a chuckle into her hand while steve turns bright red, yelling, "dude!"
"do we have a deal or not?"
steve sends y/n a helpless look, making y/n simply shrug, before turning back to dustin.
"you have a deal," y/n states.
"ah!" dustin interjects, while holding out his hand firmly.
y/n rolls her eyes, shaking his hand, making a deal with her brother. steve does the same, before dustin walks down the hallway to his bedroom.
"looks like no little harrington's for you," steve pokes y/n's side.
"oh please!" y/n gasps before chuckling again, "like that was going to happen anytime soon."
during the following month, the couple seemed to take dustin's "instructions" very well. they made sure to keep pda behind closed doors, and if it was in front of the party it was simply hand holding or light forehead kisses here and there. nothing some thirteen year olds couldn't handle witnessing.
1 - september 15th, 1985
"thank you steve," y/n smiles at steve in the driver's seat of his dark red bmw.
"of course. i knew our first real date had to be special," steve sends a smile back, while taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles.
steve pulled his car in front of the henderson household, and was quick to run to the passenger side to open y/n's door.
"you're ridiculous," she states as steve helps her out of the car.
"and you're gorgeous," he responds, before kissing her temple.
steve walks her to her door, like any true gentleman would. y/n turns to steve, and leans up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
steve tilts his head, "you missed."
y/n lovingly rolls her eyes, but leans up again and presses her lips to his. steve's hands move to hold her waist, and y/n can't help but let out a giggle, causing steve to deepend the kiss slightly.
as he was about to press his tongue past her slightly swolen lips, a creaking sound disrupted their moment.
"ahem," dustin lets out an overly obnoxious cough.
y/n and steve both turn to see dustin, eyes locked on the two, with his arms crossed.
before the pair can get any sort of lecture, steve kisses y/n's cheek, before yelling out a response while running back to his car. y/n follows his lead, and runs into the house past dustin, and down the hallway to her bedroom. now leaving an annoyed, butthurt dustin by the front door.
2 - october 31st, 1985
"why'd you have to pick such a nerdy costume?" steve complains, fixing his brown vest adoring his torso.
y/n turns from finishing her hair in her bedroom mirror. "because you love me and my nerdy interests," she smiles, looking up and down at steve's outfit.
steve rolls his eyes as she walks over to him, running her fingers lightly over the unbuttoned fabric of steve's white shirt. "plus you make a hot han solo," she whispers before kissing steve's jaw.
as y/n pulls away to add her final accessories to her costume, steve grabs her wrist to pull her back to him.
"well you make a hot princess leia," steve smirks before pulling the girl into a kiss.
y/n's hands move to run through steve's soft and tamed hair, making him involuntarily groan against her lips. the kiss deepens as steve bites her lower lip, allowing his tongue through.
"steve," y/n breathes out between mind numbing kisses. "steve," she calls again.
he simply mumbles a response, moving from kissing her lips to leaving heavy kisses down her neck.
y/n blushes as steve starts sucking right below her jaw.
"babe, we have a halloween party to go to," y/n words say something different than her actions, as she only holds the boy closer to her, her hold on his shoulders never faltering.
"we could just stay here," steve kisses down her neck, leaving more dark spots in his wake. he talks in between kisses, "have a nice," kiss "quiet," kiss "night in."
y/n was well aware of the hidden meaning behind steve's words, knowing he'll take care of her when the time is right.
she lightly tugs on his hair, finally pulling his lips away from her neck. she's met with a doe-eyed steve, who's swolen lips are parted and cheeks are pink. she's about to respond, however another voice catches both older teens off gaurd.
"what the hell steve!" dustin calls from the ajar door of y/n's bedroom, pushing it open slightly. he's quick to notice the trail of hickeys leading down his sister's neck, making the girl turn her head to hide behind steve.
"what? it was behind closed doors!" he yells, watching as dustin just shakes his head and grumbles something under his breath while leaving down the hallway to meet with the party.
3 - november 24th, 1985
one thing y/n always found weird, was going to the same school as her brother. she was in her senior year of high school, while dustin was finally in his first. she was just thankful she still had nancy wheeler to talk to, that is when she wasn't being harassed by her brother to join in on his new friend's dnd campaign.
"thank you again y/n. seriously i owe you," nancy flips her reporters notebook closed, finally being able to breath at having the details from the basketball game the previous night.
the two girls bid goodbye, and just like magic dustin is now standing next to y/n as she closes her locker.
"no," y/n deadpans, knowing the next words that will come out of her brother's mouth.
dustin begins with his usual ranting of 'please' over and over again, as the siblings walk down the hallway.
"y/n come on, mike can't make it this week because he got grounded again for talking to el instead of finishing his history work. we need a fill in!"
"dustin, how many times do i have to tell you. i'm not joining your campaign. i don't care about dnd, and i don't want to be in the same room as eddie munson for two hours."
the siblings are now outside, walking towards the large parking lot.
as dustin begins begging again, he cuts himself off at the sight of steve leaning against his car, "what is he doing here? he graduated already."
"picking me up," y/n responds, earning a groan from her brother.
"when will you man up and get a licence?"
"i don't need a licence if i have a boyfriend to drive me everywhere."
"you're impossible," dustin gives up, stopping in his tracks as y/n happily jogs over to steve, greeting him with a kiss on the lips.
"what took so long?" steve asks, his hands rubbing up and down y/n's sides, causing goosebumps to fill her exposed skin.
"nance needed some newspaper stuff, and dustin would not stop bothering me about joining the campaign."
"he's asking again?"
y/n nods, "i guess mike is out and they need a replacement."
"did you say no?"
y/n simply nods again
steve smirks, "good," he leans down to bring his lips to y/n's.
"come on," steve tilts his head to his car, "that means we have a house to ourselves for a bit."
"why can't we just go to your house if we don't want dustin being dustin?" y/n asks while getting into the passenger seat, turning slightly to steve.
steve's cheeks blush ever so slightly, "you're room is just so nice, and comfortable."
"aw, baby you're cute," y/n giggles and leans over the center console to kiss steve's cheeks.
"you missed," steve says his favorite way to get his girl to kiss him, causing her to roll her eyes and grab his chin, forcing him to look at her.
"and you're annoying," but y/n kisses him nonetheless.
before the kiss can progress any further, a heavy knock on steve's window breaks the two apart.
steve sighs, and wipes off any possible lipstick from his cheeks or lips, as he rolls down the window.
"before you bone my sister," steve and y/n grimace at dustin's words before he continues, "how would you feel about joining eddie's dnd campaign tonight?"
steve is shaking his head before dustin can even finish his question, "no way."
"you both suck!" dustin groans while taking defeat and walking back in the direction of the high school.
steve rolls his window up and shrugs, "oh y/n does, and pretty well i may add."
y/n immediately slaps him against his chest as he drives off, however her cheeks are now tinted pink, and it's not because of her blush.
4 - january 9th, 1986
"why did i agree to you helping me study," y/n groans in frustration.
"because you love me," steve smiles while flicking to the next flash card.
"we haven't gotten anything done," y/n argues, "i couldn't possibly tell you anything about certain equations or formulas."
"maybe you're in need of a stress reliever," steve slyly suggests, tossing the flash cards onto y/n's bedside table.
"what do you mean?" y/n's eyebrows furrow, watching steve sit up closer to her. he turns his head kisses right below y/n's ear, nipping at the skin. his hand moves towards her hair, pulling it slightly so it's out of the way.
"steve," y/n tries pushing him off, "this is not going to he-"
y/n's words are cut off as she exhales deeply as steve begins kissing lower on her neck. his other hand makes it's way up her thigh under her skirt. y/n looks down at his hand, making steve move his lips away from her neck.
"do you trust me?" his voice is soft. y/n looks into his eyes, seeing nothing but a home inside the dark brown color. she nods, but steve shakes his head.
"i need you to say it baby."
y/n nods again anyways, "i trust you steve."
steve smiles warmly as he leans back in to kiss y/n. his hand remains on her thigh as hers move to grab his shoulders. the two don't dare disconnect as steve easily maneuvers them. he's sitting back against her head board, while she's placed on his lap, feeling how hard he is between her clothed legs.
steve pulls away, barely, as his breath mingles with hers, "we're home alone right?"
y/n nods, "yeah, yeah no one should be home until later." she leans back in to kiss him again, feeling almost dizzy as steve's warm hands begin to bring her skirt down her legs. he does it so effortlessly, she can't even begin to feel embarrassed as she's almost half naked on top of him.
y/n's hands run down from his shoulders towards the bottom hem of his shirt, playing with the fabric. she begins bringing the material up, making the two disconnect as steve lifts his arms so she can remove his shirt.
y/n can't help but stare at the sight of steve's toned and suddenly hairy chest. she can't resist the urge to squeeze her thighs together.
"you're unbelievable," steve smiles while kissing her again.
y/n takes her opportunity to move her lips away from steve's and trail them down slightly, gently kissing over the three prominent freckles adoring his cheeks, before moving down to kiss his neck.
he tilts his head back and groans at the feeling, while kneeding the flesh of her thighs underneath his hands.
while y/n continues her work on his neck, her hands roam until they find the metal of steve's belt buckle.
she begins fiddling with the accessory, until a large banging sound, accompanied by many sets of feets fill the void of the quiet house.
y/n looks just as confused as steve as he whispers, "you said no one was supposed to be home."
"yeah- yeah my mom's at that school fair thing and dustin's with the party."
just as y/n gets the final syllable out of her lips, dustin barges into her room, without knocking.
"jesus!"
"what the hell dustin!"
steve is as quick as he can be to cover y/n's lower half with a throw blanket from her bed, as she watches dustin searching through her room.
"what is your problem dustin?" y/n now begins moving from steve's lap, however he quietly grips her hip, hoping she gets the gesture. her cheeks turn pink again at the feeling of steve's arousal between her legs.
"mike's atari finally died on us, so we're using mine," dustin easily responds, continuing his search through y/n's closet.
steve and y/n turn their heads at the sight of the party standing at y/n's now open door awkwardly.
"dustin," y/n grits through her teeth.
"yeah?" dustin finally takes a look at the couple in their compromising position. his eyes widen, before he starts yelling out profanities and running out of the room. the party is quick to follow, but not before max mayfield yells out an apology while closing the bed room door.
y/n just sighs, and rests her head against steve's chest.
"i'm sorry," she mutters, while steve begins running his fingers through the ends of her slightly knotted hair.
steve shakes his head even though the girl can't see his actions, "no need to be sorry baby. it's not your fault your brother's an idiot."
a moment of silence passes, until y/n speaks up, "i still want it to be with you. i trust you."
steve swears his heart stopped beating at her words. he smiles like a little kid in a candy store, then leans down pressing a comforting kiss to the top of y/n's head.
5 - march 22nd, 1986
y/n was more than grateful spring break finally arrived. no tests, quizzes or annoying sheets of homework for seven whole days. that just means she gets to spend seven whole days with her boyfriend at his house with an unoccupied pool.
with the party.
y/n absolutely adored the party, even if they were starting to get on her nerves more times than they weren't. she still loved them.
since the incident a little over two months ago, steve can tell y/n has been sexually frustrated. the two have had differing schedules with school and work, and could never find a time alone lately.
they still couldn't on this warm march day in hawkins, as steve, y/n, dustin, max, mike wheeler, and lucas and erica sinclair were all in steve's backyars, enjoying his refreshing pool.
dustin, lucas and mike were busy having some sort of fight in the water. a fight y/n didn't want to pay attention to.
erica was busy soaking on the sun on a faded beach towel.
max was reading in a lounge chair in the shade, content with her book and iced lemonade.
y/n and steve were sharing a lounge chair, as they talked about an upcoming trip they had created for the summer after y/n graduated.
y/n giggled at something obnoxious steve whispered in her ear, as max called out, "hey steve? could i have some more lemonade?"
steve nods at the younger girl's request, "i'll just bring the pitcher out for you."
max yells a 'thank you' as steve walks inside. y/n can't help but stare at steve as he closes the sliding glass door. she stands from the chair, thankful that the party is all too busy to notice her follow her boyfriend inside.
she makes her way into the kitchen, watching steve pull out the cool jar of lemonade from the fridge, as well as a container of watermelon.
"oh hey hun," steve turns and notices y/n walking towards him. "you need anything?"
y/n doesn't respond. she simply brings her hand to lightly scratch at his back, knowing he absolutely loves it, as she places a peck on his tanned shoulder.
she looks up at him in a way that could make steve surrender. he starts shaking his head, "baby everybody's outside. we can't."
she stands on her toes to press her lips to his, "after?" she asks in her softest tone.
steve quickly nods, "god yes," he breathes out as y/n pulls away, only for him to push his lips on her again.
"you're lucky i'm not dustin," max speaks up as she walks in the kitchen, causing the two to split up.
"thanks for the lemonade," she sends steve a look, before walking out with the pitcher in her hands.
steve turns at the sound of y/n giggling, "you're lucky you're cute."
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