"I told you,
to stay in your own lane."
In which, Steve and Billy weren't just in competition for the King of Hawkins status. Lenny Henderson was quite the catch as well.
( male oc x steve harrington )
( season 2 - onwards )
[ cover credits to @...
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It was Halloween. Only second to Christmas when it came to his favourite holidays.
He used to love the tradition of dressing up, going out as your favourite-whatever and enjoying the load of candy dropped in the spooky baskets, but he'd stopped finding the joy in that when he turned twelve. His friends at that time hadn't thought it cool, and his Father had pushed him around and told him he'd better man up or else — that threat had sobered Lenny from Halloween trick-or-tricking since.
But he'd always encouraged Dustin's love for picking out his favourite characters and using his imagination to pretend that's who he was. Lenny had adapted to being somebody who fit around his younger social group, but his love for movie marathons and bands hadn't changed — he still adored the late-night watches.
Feeling a mild headache coming on, he grabbed his sunglasses and shut his door behind. Dustin had already barged in that morning, again, and demanded help that the back of his costume be zipped up so their Mother didn't have to assist him in dressing.
( "It's embarrassing — can you, just, zip it up?" Dustin had clicked his fingers in Lenny's face, the older teen letting out a groan as he waved his hand to smack his brother away. "Lenny!" )
He could hear Dustin's excited chatter, and felt a smile pull on his lips, picturing the excited nods and smiles their Mother was no doubt encouraging him with. Not that Dustin needed it, truthfully. His brother didn't care for the opinion's of others, which Lenny was glad for, and wearing what he wanted was one of those times. Plus, he'd worked hard on perfecting the costumes that matched his friends'.
He was right.
Claudia stood in front of her one-seater, Mews with a blanket surrounding him, and her camera pointed right toward where her youngest son was standing rather proudly. Dustin was changing his posture with a quickness to him to keep up with how many photos their Mother wanted to keep and print for her family albums.
A grin brightened his face as he neared the pair, "The costume looks great, Dustin." He ruffles his brother's hair with the hand that wasn't holding his glasses. "You look like the real deal of New York's ghostly business."
Dustin was giddy, beaming off the praise as he nodded, agreeing without argument and happy that his favourite person (in the whole world) liked his outfit. Lenny had helped the boys make their proton pack's, even throughout his complaining during his mess-up's and insistence that he could be out getting high with Jonathan.
Well, getting high with Jonathan in the back ground. Because Jonathan didn't get high. According to a grinning Lenny, anyway.
"The proton pack looks great especially," Lenny laughed, his hand coming up to flicker his fingers against the top of it before crossing his arms over his chest. "I wonder who made it?"
Dustin's grin widens. "My brother," He nudges the pack toward Lenny's torso, "Thanks, Len."
His expression melts into one of fondness as he watches the pair of them continue. When Dustin raises the proton pack again, flashing his teeth for the next flash of the camera, Lenny sings, "Who you gonna call?" He's happy to join in, "Ghostbusters!"
