summary - steve arriving at the snowball dance to chaperone dustin but ends up confessing his feelings to you on the dancefloor.
word count - around 5k ?
use of y/n, kissing, steve being a d1 yearner, dustin being his wing man, steve and y/n being a married couple without even being together and tons of fluff ∘°∘♡∘°∘∘°∘♡∘ ( bit long sorry!!)
As the fluorescent lights shone — making the crowded gym hall look like a scene from a indie film — The sparkling sliver decorations and disco-ball dangled from the roof. Dozens of kids lined up for photographs posing both stupidly and serious, and the rest dancing awkwardly.
Steve didn’t bother to notice any of it.
His mind were on something else entirely.
His eyes were too.
You stood at the drinks table, handing out glasses of light red punch to handfuls of sugar driven kids with and beaming with a cheesy grin while they all thanked you collectively.
You looked beautiful, Steve didn’t know if this was a dream or not with how earth shatteringly gorgeous you looked.
He felt like he’d be pinched any moment and realise this was all a dream.
He stood there, still in the loud gymnasium — with the sounds of cyndi laupers “time after time” invading his ears — like his shoes were glued to the floor and he was stuck.
He just couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
“You’re staring. A lot.” A small voice said from beneath him.
It was Max Mayfield. The redhead that almost crashed his car and got him beated to a pulp by her stepbrother Billy, when they had to casually save the world from flesh eating demogorgons. But really no biggy.
Billy had been ruthless, resulting in a black eye, a couple of bruises, and a lecture from you about how he could have gotten himself killed. That Steve barely even listened to, just staring into your eyes and parting lips thinking what it would feel like touching his.
“W-What?” He stammered nervously as if someone had caught him when he — never mind.
“Y/n, you’re staring at her with gooey heart eyes, again.” Max rolled her eyes.
“The whole gym can practically see how much you’re in love with her.” She snorted, looking around and flustering as she soon as she saw a shy Lucas wave at her.
“They can?” He anxiously asked combing his hands through his already perfect hair.
That he may or may not had spent an extra thirty minutes on making it look extra nice for you.
“So you finally admit it?” She laughed before Lucas came up to her and took her to the dance floor.
Steve did nothing but nod, knowing if he were to speak that the only words that only thing that come out would be nervous rambling.
Steve just needed you to be his.
Not in just a sexual way either, He just wanted you. The you that helped Dustin stop crying when he found out Max and Lucas started to date. Or helped him win the science fair with your idea for a volcano. The you that made el feel human, and didn’t once treat her like a superhero or a failed lab rat. Or the you that comforted Will after his flashbacks to the upside down and mind-flayer, and listening to the clash with him and Jonathan.
He wanted the you that always held eye contact with him like it was nothing and wasn’t completely destroying his soul. The you that teased him about his interactions with the ladies while secretly wishing it was you instead.
Steve was just in love with you. He had been ever since he met you.
He just wanted you to be his, Steve had never once had this much of an aching feeling in his heart for someone in his life.
Which is why he had finally picked up the courage (after dustin’s many pep talks and encouragements) to ask you to be his girlfriend.
Speaking of Dustin, the curly haired boy started to run up to him through the crowds of middle schoolers with a bright smile showing his teeth that were still coming in.
“Steve! I think Stacey is gonna dance with me soon.” He proudly exclaimed breathing heavily after running across half of the gym while sipping on his punch.
“No way, really Henderson?” He smiled at the boy in front of him who had practically turned into his younger brother giving him a rough but playful hug before turning his gaze to you once again.
“Yeah! Troy told me.” He smiled before realising Steve was standing right at the perfect view to see you serving drinks to the children.
“Steve, hello? Earth to steve?” He waved his hand in his face making Steve zone back in.
“You gonna keep staring at her or are you actually gonna go talk to her Steven?” Dustin retorted, readjusting his jacket and slicking back his hair that has heightened due to the use of steve’s “Farrah Fawcett” hair spray.
“Hey, no full name Henderson,” He said eyebrows raising before launching into the topic of you.
“But yeah, I mean i’m just observing. Seeing when it’s the right time to strike. Y’know, like a ninja.” Steve laughed awkwardly as dustin just glared at him.
“Sometimes I feel like i’m the one babysitting you.” Dustin mumbled earning a small smack on the back of his head.
“Look, you need to act now or else she’s gonna be miserably serving punch all night wishing you’d ask her to dance man.” Dustin said fixing the stray hair that fell from the rest of Steve’s locks and pulling down his crimson sweater.
“Okay, be natural and don’t mess up.” Steve muttered several times.
“Remember the electricity?” Dustin asked.
“The what?” Steve questioned as if dustin had just started speaking a different language.
“The sexual electricity? Remember, the whole discussion on the train tracks?” Dustin asked.
“Oh, yeah. That.” Steve mumbled.
“Just think about that.” Dustin grinned trying to help but in reality making it a lot worse.
The sight of you was enough to make him faint, but now thinking about sexual electricity? Yeah he was done for.
“Good luck Steve, make me proud.” Dustin laughed saluting him like he was a solider going to war.
This was it. He was doing this.
Almost bumping into several kids on the way and having to small talk with Mr Clark, he finally made his way to the punch table where you were serving Will.
“You look very handsome tonight.” You smiled giving his hair a ruffle.
“You sound like my mum.” He laughed before walking away back to Mike who was nervously bouncing his leg under the table and looking at his watch every couple seconds waiting for eleven to arrive.
“Hey.” Steve smiled as you looked up from serving punch.
“Oh, Steve. Hi.” You simpered already feeling heat flush to your cheeks seeing how dressed up he was.
“You look beautiful.” He said looking at how your cheeks turned into a slight pinkish tint.
“Oh, Really? Me?” You asked.
“Yeah. Absolutely stunning, you’re a great chaperon too.” He complimented seeing your eyes light up — and if that wasn’t the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen he didn’t know what was.
“You look really nice too, like a tomato.” You giggled.
“A tomato?” He laughed.
“Yeah, the sweater it looks-”
He could see the split second you realised what you had just said and he tried not to laugh even if it seemed impossible.
“I’m so sorry,” You uttered.
“You said I looked beautiful, and I called you a tomato.” You stated worrying he’s be mad or upset.
But all he did was laugh and shoot you a huge grin.
“No it was actually adorable, and I agree I kind of do look like a tomato in this.” He laughed.
You giggled and offered him a cup of punch, “Want some?”
“Sorry, I Gotta drop Dust’ home. Cant be intoxicated on the road y’know?” He joked knowing the punch was just syrup, flavouring and lemonade.
“Aw, shame. I kept telling Mr Clark it’s inappropriate to have at a middle school dance but he just wouldn’t listen.” You teased seeing Steve look at you with nothing but infatuation and a lovesick grin on his face.
“I like your hair.” He smiled softly reaching out and stepping closer to you, to tuck a piece behind your ear.
The small amount of space separating you guys made you both flustered and speechless.
You stopped and gazed at his beautiful brown, honey like eyes before reverting to his soft lips that hurt you not to be able to kiss.
Steve’s gaze remained on you soaking you all up, if he were to die tonight he’d die a happy man.
You looked back to his face seeing how calm he looked staring at you and not wanting the moment to end, but not wanting it to get awkward.
“Wanna take a photo?” You asked smiling innocently as if you hadn’t just kept your eyes locked on his lips for mutiple seconds.
“Oh, um sure.” He smiled before you took ahold of his hand and basically dragged him across the room to Jonathan Byers, who was the photographer for the night and one of your best friends.
“Hey Jon.” You smiled sweetly not noticing Steve glaring daggers at him and putting a hand around your waist jealously.
“Hey, you look amazing,” He smiled while he set his camera down on the table to give you a friendly hug.
“Steven.” He said staring at steve for barely a second before returning his attention back to you.
“Byers.” He nodded back giving a fake smile like a petty middle school girl.
“You too, have you made your move on Nance yet?” You questioned as he frowned.
“No, not yet but i will soon, do you want a photo you two?” He asked ushering you to the sliver backdrop with “snowball dance ‘84” written in a cursive font.
“Yeah, thanks Jon.” You smiled softly as you and Steve both walked into the scene.
Steve instantly melted into your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist as if it was the most casual thing to do when taking a photo.
You looked at him like he was the only man of earth and fixed his hair while you heard a faint click from Jonathan’s camera.
“Smile!” He said as you and Steve looked like a married couple. With the side of your body leaning into his so close that the fabric of your dress was rubbing against his sweater while he grinned like an idiot.
“Perfect, now do a silly one!” Jonathan exclaimed head deep inside the camera.
You and Steve had very different types of silly it seemed.
You grabbed his face turning it to yours and pressing a kiss to his cheek as he stuck his tongue out.
Steve turned to you with confusion but flustered cheeks and a shit eating grin.
“What?” You teased as his eyebrows raised making you laugh.
“Nothing, nothing.” He mumbled his face turning the same tomato colour as his sweater.
Steve decided to tease you back tilting your face and kissing your cheek this time making you giggle and blush just as the click went off.
“Beautiful, last one!” Jonathan smiled seeing Nancy enter the room and giving her a shy wave.
Just as you and Steve were thinking of what pose to do next mutiple little heads, (who you saw were Max and Lucas), popped out from behind sticking up bunny fingers above yours guys heads. Dustin held up two hands of peace signs while Will and Mike pulled surprised faces just as Jonathan took the last shot.
“Seriously? Dudes… and girl.” He sighed directing the last part at a grinning Max.
You couldn’t help but grin at how cheeky they all were wanting to tease them back a little.
“Photo bombers, do I need to report you to Mr Clark?” You asked.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Mike exclaimed still staring at the door hopelessly.
“I’m joking, just leave the adults alone please.” You groaned seeing them all scurry off while Jonathan developed the film.
The first one was a candid photo of you fixing steve’s hair that you didn’t even know he took. It was gorgeous.
The second one was adorable, with you and steve smiling together happily. The third was you kissing his cheek and the fourth was him kissing yours.
Then the last photos was chaos.
Dustin looking like a sixties hippie with his peace signs and a smug grin, Will and Mike looking at each other wondering what is going on, and Lucas and Max’s face being hidden but their sneaky bunny fingers not.
“I’m gonna frame these.” Steve said immediately grinning at how pretty you looked and how he was going to cherish this forever.
“No fair, I want them too.” You responded looking at how handsome steve looked staring into the camera. With his huge grin and his hands strapped against your waist.
“Okay, how ‘bout I get this,” He said grabbing the one of you kissing him cheek and the only normal photo of you genuinely smiling at the camera while letting you keep the rest.
“That fair?” He asked softly.
You nodded giving him another kiss on the cheek causing his knees to almost buckle, and staring at the photos in your hands. The one of all the kids and you guys all together (which was your personal favourite) the shot of you fixing his hair, and the photo of steve kissing your cheek gently but still making you smile like a child.
“Fair.” You beamed seeing him caress the pictures like it was the last photo he’d ever see.
Then, your favourite song came on.
Head over Heels by Tears for Fears.
“Steve’s it’s-” You uttered before he interrupted you.
“Your favourite song, I know.” He said putting the photos in the back of his jeans and putting his hand out and bowing as if he was a prince.
“May I have this dance?” He smirked looking up at your beautiful face.
“You may, kind sir.” You laughed feeling like a kid on christmas as the lyrics started to play and he dragged you out onto the dance floor.
I want to be with you alone.
and talk about the weather.
Steve danced taking your hand, lifting it in the air and twirling you around as the beat came in.
The looks from the very judgemental middle schoolers didn’t bother you at all, because all you cared about was dancing with Steve.
Dustin gave him an encouraging thumbs up and wink which made him laugh and he gave him one right back at him.
You keep your distance via the system of touch.
As the lyrics started to built you and started to stop dancing and just move with eachother.
His hands held onto your waist and you just leaned into him, swaying with the music for a little.
I’m lost in admiration, could I need you this much?
You pulled back, hands now cupping the back of his neck as you looked into his eyes.
“I need to tell you something.” He said searching for any type of expression on your face.
“Yeah?” You said over the loud music.
“I’m in love with you.” He whispered looking into your eyes for any answers.
This must be a dream, Steve Harrington the boy you’ve been heavily crushing on since junior year is in love with you?
“What?” Is all you could say.
“I love You,” He spoke pulling you closer while the lyrics continued to surround the gym.
You’re just, just, just wasting time.
“I love how you act around the kids, or anyone really. You’re always kind no matter who they are and you make them feel like they just matter. I love how you are so fucking beautiful and gorgeous and you somehow don’t even realise it. I love the way you always manage to make me laugh and I love how you’re the last thing on my mind every single day.”
“I love how smart you are and they way you don’t make me feel dumb when I ask really really stupid questions,” He laughed, continuing.
“I love how you always do whats best for other people and put them first, and I most importantly love you.”
“I know you probably don’t feel the same but I just…. god I just needed to tell you.” He sighed, after pouring his entire heart out in the cold air of Hawkins middle.
Something happens and i’m head over heels…
“Steve…” You cried wiping a stray tear off your cheek and looking back at him.
“I love you too.”
You couldn’t say anything else, it wouldn’t come out of your mouth. He had left you completely and utterly speechless.
So you decided on the next best thing and leaned in to kiss him.
I never find out until I’m head over heels.
His lips felt better than you ever imagined, they were soft and warm and felt right.
Like all the years of waiting and secret glances had finally been worth it.
He moved his lips with yours, tuning out everything but your vanilla flavoured lips and how goddamn amazing they tasted.
He tilted his head to allow more access feeling like he was in heaven before he heard a voice cough.
It was Mr Clarke.
“Can you keep this pg or take it outside?” He asked as you saw the eyes of about every middle schooler in the hall that were all glued on you both.
“YES HARRINGTON! THATS MY BABYSITTER!” A loud voice yelled, you both turned to look and you’ll never guess…
It was Dustin.
Who was grinning like he won the science far all over again.
“Y-Yeah, sure. Sorry sir.” You smiled grabbing still a little more hard than you probably should have and hauled him outside.
He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face if he tried.
“Sorry Mr Clarke interrupted our little moment sweetheart.” He said closing the space between you too once again.
“Sweetheart?” You questioned.
“Girlfriend privileges.” He smiled which made you kiss him again.
Just this time a little less pg.
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