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sinfulserpents · 5 years

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His Moment

Steve Harrington x fem Henderson! reader

Warnings: i think there’s light swearing, slight angst, absolute fluff (terrible writing)

Summary: the four times that steve harrington tried to confess his love for you, and the one time he did.

Word Count: 2k

one.

Steve Harrington didn’t get jealous.

Well, at least he told himself that. But here he was, the pencil in his hand snapped in half as he watched you across the classroom laugh with your lab partner; Dave Martino.

It wasn’t like he had the right to be angry with you - you were probably just friends with Dave. The both of you were just laughing; it wasn’t like the boy was taking you right there in front of the whole class.

Yet Steve couldn’t stop the anger that coursed through his body every time Dave placed his hand on your arm or looked at you the way he does - it would take a fool to not realise that Dave Martino liked you.

The sound of the bell signalling the end of class snapped Steve out of his pissed off glare, as he quickly packed up his books and thanked his lab partner a thousand times for making a second set of notes for him.

Rushing out after you, Steve weaved through students until he was walking in-step beside you.

“Steve! Hey!” You beamed, smiling up at him. “You’ll never guess what just happened to me!”

Steve couldn’t’ help the smile that grew at your excitement, leaning up against the locker next to yours as you put your books away.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, “What just happened to you?”

“Dave asked me to the winter dance!”

With a faltering smile, Steve was quick to cough and try to cover up his instant ‘he what?’ that tumbled past his lips. You gave him a small shrug, closing your locker before leaning against it to face him - concern taking over your features.

“What’s wrong? Steve?”

“Y-you can’t go with Dave!”

You eyebrows frowned in confusion, as your mouth dropped into an ‘o’ as you fired back at him. “Why not?”

“B-because!”

“Steve that’s not a reason against Dave,” you sighed, grabbing your AP Biology textbook and shutting your locker, before you looked at the brooding boy. “Give me one good reason and I’ll tell Dave I can’t go to the dance with him.”

“I-because I-” Steve’s words got bunched up in his throat and he felt like he couldn’t let out any comprehensive words. So with a defeated sigh, he let his hands fall flat against his sides as he shrugged and told you that he had to get to class.

The words he wanted to tell you on the tip of his tongue.

two.

Steve had been avoiding you.

In his defence it wasn’t necessarily intentional – he just made sure that he didn’t walk down the same halls at school as you and got to class later so his usual seat next to you was taken by the time he got there. Totally not intentional at all.

In-fact, he had planned to not even go to the annual winter dance where the high school mixed with the middle school just so he didn’t have to see you slow dance with Dave.

But instead here he was waiting outside the school gym in his car as he waited for Dustin to finish his dance with Jennie Garret, the girl that he wouldn’t shut up about - when he saw you.

You were sitting on the steps outside the gym, cigarette in-between your fingers as your makeup smeared under your eyes - and yet, all Steve could think about is how beautiful you look.

Rolling down his window, Steve attempted to gain your attention by irrationally waving; resorting in calling your name with his hands cupped around his mouth when you didn’t even glance in his direction.

“Y/N! Oi! Henderson!”

Your eyes darted around you before settling on the familiar dork leaning out of the window of his BMW. Tossing your cigarette to the ground, you stomped it out with the bottom of your pink heels; walking over to his car.

“What are you doing here Steve?”

Ignoring your question, Steve shot back with his own. “Have you been crying? Y/N, get in the car.”

Sighing, you brushed out the crinkles in your pink dress before walking around to the passenger side of the car, sliding into the seat. Steve’s hands instinctively grabbed your chin to tilt your face towards him; his thumb brushing away the ruined mascara and eyeliner from your tears.

“What happened?” Steve questioned, voice stricken with empathy. “Who made you cry?”

With a heavy sigh, you turned your head away from Steve to look out of the window. “Dave. He stood me up to go drinking with Hargrove and his buddies. I’m so fucking stupid.”

“Hey! No you’re not!” Instant protests swarmed out of Steve’s mouth and as much as he wanted to hunt Dave down and punch him in his stupid pointy nose - he needed to make sure you were okay. “Don’t ever call yourself stupid, okay? If anything, he’s the fucking dumb one - I mean look at you! You’re absolutely stunning!”

Steve couldn’t help but let out pent up emotions, because it was true. Dave Martino had to be the dumbest guy on the planet to stand you up - even with your makeup smudged and dress crinkled; you were the prettiest sight in the entire world.

“Y-you really think that?”

Sighing, Steve turned his head and rested it against the headrest to stare at you as you watched him with soft eyes.

“I do, Y/N,” he hesitantly reached out to grab your hand. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

The brightest smile spread across your face and Steve could’ve sworn he felt his heart leap into his throat at the action. The hues of the lights outside of the gym caught your eyes just right and Steve knew that this was exactly where he needed to be.

“Y/N-”

“Hey, Dustin!” You voice cut him off, your passenger door swinging open. “If you keep kissing the poor girl like that she’s not going to have lips left!”

three.

“Hey Wheeler, move your leg!”

“Sorry, Y/N!” The sarcastic voice of the adolescent boy sounded over the volume of the movie on screen, while you struggled to grab the blanket out of your brothers hands.

“Steve!” The younger Henderson voice yelled, causing everyone to groan including Steve who was collecting snacks from his kitchen.

“What do you want dingus?!”

“Where’s my popcorn?”

The sound of a bowl smashing to the ground sent you all jumping up, everyones heads shooting in the direction of the kitchen - Star Wars forgotten.

“You alright Steve?!” You called out, only receiving a hushed ‘shit!’ in response. Pushing the blankets and sets of legs off your own, you made your way into the kitchen to see Steve on his knees picking up shards of smashed glass.

“What happened?” You questioned, quickly bending down to help him.

“Your brother distracted me and I knocked it off the bench,” he explained, taking the pieces out of your hand and putting them in the bin. “I’m just glad it didn’t shatter into small pieces, I broke the broom last week.”

A snicker left your lips, as you stood up and brushed off your legs. It was only then that Steve noticed how close you both were, if he bent down just a little he could place his lips on yours-

“Oi, love birds! We still want our foods!”

Jumping apart, you both lightly chuckled to each other before grabbing the packs of chips and the bag of popcorn and made your way back into the lounge room.

So close.

four.

It’s said that on average, the human adult will breathe twelve to sixteen times per minute - Steve was positive that his average was more like fifty.

His eyes never left your figure as you rushed inside the house; eyes wide in shock and shirt covered in dirt. Your head instantly darted over to the head of curly hair who yelled out a high pitched “Y/N!” as soon as you entered the Byers’ place.

Your voice was croaky and strained as your arms reached out for your younger brother; instantly pulling him to your chest as you let a few tears slip your eyes and cascade down your bruised cheeks.

“Dustin! Oh my God!” You breathlessly cried, holding your brother as close as possible before shoving him away and punching him in the arm.

Hey! What was that for?!”

Steve snickered at the younger Henderson’s obvious distaste at have the touching moment broken by an unexpected hit.

“That’s for making me worried to death!” You exclaimed, arms flying out in front of you. “Don’t you ever - and I mean ever - jump in front of those ugly fuckers ever again! You hear me Dusty? I can’t lose you; you’re all I have left.”

Steve wanted to interject and disagree. He wanted to tell you that you had him as well, but he held back. His eyes never left the pair of Henderson siblings, watching as you both clung to each other for dear life.

He knew that you both hadn’t had it easy; between your father leaving your family and now fighting interdimensional creatures - the siblings bond you had came out stronger than anything else.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway had you and Dustin pulling away from each other and Dustin rushing outside to meet his friends who had caught a ride with Jonathan and Nancy.

Your smile gleamed as you met Steve’s gaze, and he internally freaked out because - oh my God, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. With wide arms you quickly wrapped Steve into a tight hug; his body freezing for a second before his mind caught up and he clung tight to you as well.

“You doing alright, Harrington?” You questioned, voice slightly muffled from your cheek being pressed against his chest.

“I’m alight,” he breathed, trying not to think too much about how terrified he was only moments ago when Demodogs stormed the house. “How about you, Henderson?”

“Shaken up - but I’m better now that I know everyone is safe.”

With a quiet hum, Steve pressed a hesitant kiss to your forehead; puling you away from his body slightly so he could look into your bloodshot eyes. A sigh left his lips as his finger traced the cut under your eyebrow, hands cupping your cheeks.

This was it. This was Steve’s moment.

“Y/N-” he began, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he watched your head tilt as a silent way to question him. “I want you to know that I absolutely I-”

Before he could finally utter those three little words, Steve was cut off by the front door slamming against the wall and the loud voice of none-the-other; Dustin.

“Hey Harrington! Get your hands off my sister!”

Nope, not his moment.

five.

Steve was fed up.

Every time that he had tried to confess his undying feelings for you he was always interrupted or didn’t have the guts to do it.

But enough was enough.

Storming into the Henderson household, he was glad that your mother wasn’t sitting in her usual spot on the couch with her precious cat. Rushing down the hallway to your room, he gave Dustin a quick wave as he walked past his open door and into yours.

Let a sharp squeal leave your lips at the sight of Steve rushing in like the house was on fire, you placed your hands on your chest to lull your thrashing heart.

“Steve, what the hell are y-”

Before you could say anything else, Steve had grabbed both your cheeks and slammed his lips onto yours. It took you a second to shut your eyes and melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck and one of his hands moving down to rest on your hip.

It wasn’t the most romantic kiss, it was needy - teeth and tongues clashing together - but it was long overdue.

Pulling away once you both desperately needed breath, Steve rested his forehead on yours, lips barely ghosting each other. You were both smiling; completely lovesick.

“Y/N Henderson,” he stuttered, breathless. “I love you so freaking much.”

“Took you long enough,” you moved to place your lips back on his. “I love you so freaking much too, Steve.”

This was it.

This was his moment.

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