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if anyone were to ask, steve harrington would say his love language was physical touch. really, he couldn't help his insistent need to reach out and touch you, not that you complained most of the time anyways, because it was just how he expressed his feelings. sometimes words weren't enough, and steve was raised on the saying that "actions speak louder than words." so it came to no surprise that he'd always have a hand on you; whether it was his fingers laced with yours, an arm slung over your shoulder or his hand ghosting over the small of your back, steve was always touching you in some degree.
steve could recall nearly every time he'd notice someone glance at the pair of you, or hear an off-handed comment from someone he knew about how you two were glued to the hip, how they almost never saw one of you without the other. he took pride in it, despite the judgemental tone some of them had, because why wouldn't he want to spend quality time with the love of his life? he never really understood the idea of being without someone for long periods of time, because in his mind: to be loved is to be present.
i.
there was nothing romantic about the cramped employee back room of family video. it was dusty, the air was stale and more often than not you'd walk in and find keith sitting at the desk with a game & watch under the pretence of "admin work" yet, steve still had the nerve to convince you that he couldn't be more than five steps away from you, rambling on about how it'd physically hurt him to separate his hand from yours, and that he's offended you wouldn't "walk to the ends of the earth with your boyfriend in hand." to which you just roll your eyes.
"steve, you're so dramatic sometimes.." he's moping, complaining that you don't love him, because if you did, you'd be in the store room with him right now instead of calling him names. "is it a crime to want to be with my girlfriend?" he's got a hand clutching his heart, murmuring that he's wounded and the only cure for his broken heart is just behind the door to the back office. "no, but unauthorised entry in an employee only area is." you're teasing him now, steve is opening wearing his heart on his sleeve and expressing his unwavering love for you and you're teasing him.
"baby, you've literally been behind doors countless times, and last time i checked." he's making a show of looking around, knowing full well the two of you were alone; robin not due to start her shift for another hour or so. ".. there's no one else here." it has you rolling your eyes, and steve's calling checkmate. he's got you right where he wants, no more excuses lined up on your tongue and you just sigh, giving in easily like you always do. steve's internally cheering, a smug smile on his face as he interlocks your fingers with his, tugging you towards the secluded area out back, and all you can do is follow.
before you're even able to question his clingy behaviour, steve is slowly backing you towards the nearest wall, one hand laced with yours and the other is pressed against the cold surface beside you, and it all clicks. "baby, you did not just convince me to come back here just so we can make out." steve just shrugs, feigning innocence even when his eyes are telling you everything. "mm, don't know what you're on about." he leans in anyway, and you don't fight back, his lips on yours in a matter of seconds. and as much as you had wanted to poke fun of how needy he was today, you realised you needed this too, needed him close enough to touch, and you think you're becoming just as bad as him.
it was just supposed to be a few innocent kisses, a few unspoken words in the form of his lips interlocked with yours, and yet, you can't help but have an arm strung around the back of his neck, your need to have him closer clouding your judgement. steve's just as bad, both hands on your waist, bringing you in, chest to chest, and you're both whining about being too far away, despite the lack of space left between you.
"you're a terrible liar." you call out, and he's ignoring it in favour of kissing your jaw, following a path down your neck, while you've got a hand bunched in his hair, tugging just hard enough to get a sound out of him. he's grinning up at you now, from the junction of your throat you can feel his teasing smile, and you roll your eyes, pretending you're not wrapped around his finger right now, like you're not as equally eager to have him.
he's sliding a hand underneath your shirt, drawing aimless shapes along your bare skin, lost in the feeling, before there's the distinct sound of shuffling outside that halts his movements. you both freeze, eyes stuck on the door before flicking back to each other, and you're looking at him in horror, too afraid at the idea of being caught. "i thought you said it was just us?" you whisper, you curse him out for being reckless, and dragging you along with him, before you push him off you in favour of smoothing out the wrinkles on your clothes. steve's groaning out in irritation, muttering steve's groaning out in irritation, muttering something along the lines of "last time i checked, it was." before sticking his head outside to see what the commotion was all about.
"dingus, the fuck are you doing? there's a customer." it's robin, and steve's eyes shoot up to the clock, she's early, and he's wincing because really, out of all days. steve coughs awkwardly, some feeble excuse on his tongue dies when robin takes notice of his disheveled appearance and he can tell she's grown suspicious, that she's got questions he doesn't really want to reveal the answers to.
her suspicions quickly turn into disgust when she pieces the picture together, and she's looking at the door as if she can already guess who's behind there with him. "think you can see what they want? i'm a bit preoccupied." and robin is feigning disgust when she pieces the picture together, and she's looking at the door as if she can already guess who's behind there with him. "think you can see what they want? i'm a bit preoccupied." and robin is feigning a gag, all while the customer just stands there, judging the both of them before making a comment about the lack of professionalism the youth have these day.
"i'm not even clocked in you idiot!" but it doesn't matter, because steve's quick to close the door on her and robin flips him off when she thinks the customer isn't looking. they were, and it's just another thing she has to deal with before her shift even begins.
ii.
steve thinks it's entirely unfair that you're ignoring him right now. he's lying between your legs, breath tickling your thighs and practically yearning for your attention. yet you're more engrossed in whatever it is that nancy is saying to you on the phone, than your amazing, perfect, and very bored boyfriend. sure, you've go one hand playing idly with his hair, and it's enough to have him close his eyes, to enjoy the way you rake your fingers through it softly, but it’s not enough to ease the ache of not being the centre of your attention. if the role were reversed, there wouldn’t even be a phone call, steve would happily ignore all his responsibilities if it meant he got to laze around with you, the most important person in his life.
it's quiet, and the only sound in the room is nancy's small voice bleeding through the speaker. she's gossiping, giggling about something jonathan said and the vibration of your laughter makes steve look up, and he hates that he's jealous over nothing. he hates that your attention is split between two, especially when it was so rare for the two of you to have a joint day off like this. sure, you both technically worked at the radio station, and you guys did see each other everyday, but rarely did he get to have you to himself like this.
he's bored, grumbling under his breath and it momentarily grabs your attention, nancy's speaking, but you're not particularly listening right now, eyes locked onto your pouting boyfriend, who's rolling his eyes and moving out of your space. you're raising an eyebrow, and he's leaning over you, and a part of you is expecting him to cling on to you, to bridge the sudden space between you. he cranes his body over yours, and breathes out a quick "sorry nance." before taking the phone out of your hand and hanging up, placing it back on the cradle, and you can hear her sigh before she's cut off. "steve, i was using that." and he hums, clearly not listening in favour of wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and focusing on the movie that played as background noise.
"oh sorry, i didn't realise." he's being sarcastic, and you roll your eyes and hit his chest playfully, melting into his embrace nonetheless, because you were always so weak for your boyfriend despite his questionable intentions. "you're lucky i love you." and he can't fight the smile on his face, he can't play the role of the upset boyfriend anymore, because you always knew how to have him swoon with just a few words. "yeah? love you too." there's a lingering kiss to the edge of your mouth, and you're turning your head, trying to catch his lips fully but he's pulling away, teasing you like he always does.
"steve.." the roles feel reversed now, like you're the one vowing for his attention and you realise just how easy to played into his hands. "you're annoying." he nods,
'engrossed' in the movie, and your fingers are grazing his jaw, pulling him back into your bubble so you can kiss him properly, so you can give him the attention you both were craving. "oh, hi baby." steve is playing dumb, and you shake your head, bringing him even closer to the point where you have your legs thrown over his lap, perched on his thighs and blocking the view of the tv. "don't 'hi baby' me steve." and the act drops, hands on your waist and he's sighing into his mouth, both of you longing for the other.
"missed you." he's murmuring against your lips, breath mingling with yours and you can feel the way he pouts like he just can't believe you would've rather spoken to nancy than to have him like this. "i've been here all day stevie." and he's shaking his head, pulling you closer because it's different, yeah, you were here physically, but your attention wasn't. steve just wanted to spend his day lying around idly with his girlfriend with no distractions, no interruptions.
"you were on the phone with nance for ages.." a sigh leaves your lips, cooing at his obvious bitterness and you're quick to move both hands to the sides of his face, forcing him to look at you and you lean in for a chaste kiss. "it was for like ten minutes, you're such a big baby." steve rolls his eyes, but there's a crack of a smile when he feels you stare at him, eyes shining with that familiar adoration and he doesn't respond to your very true statement, because he's aware that he was acting out, but really, who cares when he's got you like this.
"yeah yeah, now can we please pay attention to your very handsome, doting boyfriend who wants to kiss his beautiful girlfriend right now." and you just nod, breathing out a laugh and leaning forward once again.
ili.
dustin really wishes he missed this crawl, maybe then he wouldn't have to deal with you and steve giggling in the front of the van like two lovesick teenagers. steve's got a hand situated on your thigh, hearts in his eyes as you sit there, full focus on him whilst he explains the significance of the clutch pedal. you had made an offhanded comment on how you wish you learnt how to drive manual, and steve perked up, he felt like a petrolhead, eager to teach you all he knew.
dustin's fiddling with a rubik's cube he found lying around in the back, waiting for the signal from the others at the station, knowing it'd take awhile before they could finally hit the road. so he's sighing, looking anywhere but the two of you, because he can already picture it, the way steve is gloating, priding himself on his extensive knowledge of shifting gears. he doesn't need to look over to picture the way you're batting your eyes, humming along to every word steve says, hyperaware of how steve's hand is inching higher without him even realising it.
dustin wants to gag, you two were so disgustingly into each other that it's suffocating, it's got him flicking the antenna of his walkie and mumbling into the speaker, voicing a prayer and a cry for help. he can hear a snicker on the other side of the frequency, it's robin, and she doesn't even have the courtesy to act surprised, because it could be worse. "don't bother henderson, it's been like this all day." and he sighs, because he thought you two would've been tired of each other by now, really, he doesn't understand how you find steve interesting enough to be infatuated by him at all waking hours of the day.
he thinks of steve like an older brother, his best friend, someone he looks up to but even he also knows just how annoying he can be. he admires your loyalty, because dustin might've clawed his hair out if he had to deal with steve the same way you do. steve was different before the two of you met, that cool, uncaring facade he carried with him only switched on when you were around and now that you two were together and grossly in love, it was like he was looking at a completely different person.
steve harrington, the same guy who beat the shit out some demodogs, who put up a fight against the russians is now the same steve who's distracted by your every move, who misses his queues at the squawk because he's too enamoured by you walking past while they're on air. the same steve who keeps a polaroid of you two in his wallet, who insists that he can't hang out with dustin on sunday's because it's date night, or because you two are seeing a movie. the same steve that's looking at you like you've hung the stars, even in the cramped seats of the squawk van.
it's best to ignore you two for now, because dustin knows that steve is too focused on you to even entertain his disappointed looks he keeps throwing at the pair of you. steve can't help it though, he's been dreaming for a girl like you, and now that you're finally his, he wants to make sure that you know how much you mean to him, even at the cost of being teased by the entire party for being at your beck and call.
.and that's how you avoid a stall." you're nodding, and steve's got that smug smile he always has when he's showing off, and you couldn't find him any more attractive as you do right now. you're not even remotely interested in manual driving anymore, not when you're distracted by how hot he looks when he's focused on something. you don't even register the static of laughter in the back, the sound of a snicker coming through the speakers because steve's looking at you in full earnest, soft smile tugged on his lips and it's like the world around you goes mute.
"okay lovebirds, please don't forget i'm here too." a voice chimes in, and it's like someone's snapped their fingers, your attention drifting over from steve to dustin's folded arms, he twitches when he can see you finally take off your rose tinted glasses and come back down to earth. you hear steve sigh beside you, annoyed that your time together is always cut short, and turns his head to greet his younger friend. "yes henderson?" but he's distracted by the sound of your laughter, you're clearing enjoying the exchange between the two and it just peeves dustin off more.
steve really can't stay annoyed for long, not when you're there; he has a soft spot for you always, and not even dustin's glare can spoil his mood. "can't you two hold it in until after the crawl?" dustin chimes in again, his hands emphasising the telemetry tracker beside him, and you nod, promising the two of you will behave, much to steve's dismay. "baby.." you hold a hand out to stop steve from speaking out, and he pauses, eyes looking between you and dustin, and you can see the exact moment he gives up.
steve doesn't remove his hand from your thigh though, instead he laces his fingers with yours and squeezes, because he still craves your touch even when he's silently moping like this. you smile at him, squeezing back, and it's then that they finally get the signal to drive, and dustin couldn't be happier.
iv.
the kids had just graduated, and you soon find yourself situated with the others on the roof of the radio station. the nostalgia hitting and memories flood in of your time together at the squawk, and it feels like no time has changed, despite it being over a year since you all decided to pursue your seperate aspirations. there's the lingering feeling of sentimentality, seeing your friends after months apart, and knowing it'll be a long ways away until you're all reunited again after this. it didn't help that robin's final goodbye on the radio had your heart feeling heavy for the past couple hours now, and sitting here, drink in tow, wasn't doing it any tavours.
jonathan and steve are bickering about the premise of jonathan's film; capitalism, cannibalism? you weren't really paying attention to the two, your eyes trailing around you, taking in the scenery, the sunset, the memories, and you're thinking back to the first time you had discovered how to climb up to the roof. robin notices your silence, because she too is reminiscing all the time she took for granted with you guys, you two lock eyes, and there's a silent agreement that you'd give anything to go back to how things were, minus the end of the world.
it's then that robin speaks, roping nancy into spilling information about the "hot babes at emerson." which has nancy rolling her eyes. she had dropped out, and that itself felt like a bombshell, but she had always known that maybe it wasn't on the cards for her, that she was destined for other things, and you envy it a little. you hadn't quite figured out what you wanted to do with your time, you felt a bit behind, and it was scary.
steve notices how quiet you've gotten, and the familiar feeling of his hand sliding into yours, fingers intertwined, is enough to silence that nagging voice in your head for the time being. you're squeezing his hand back, grateful for the distraction before you notice the others around you fall quiet, it's jarring how awkward it feels before robin's clearing her throat, and she's the one to address the elephant in the room.
"so is no one going to mention that huge rock on your hand?" and just like that, the air around you feels lighter and you can't help but laugh at how blunt she's being, and how shocked the others look when they finally take notice of the ring on your finger. "holy shit!" nancy exclaims, and she's quick to move out of her chair, smacking steve's hand out of yours; to which he groans in faux annoyance, in favour of checking the diamond attached to you.
it makes steve's heart swell, the familiar feeling of pride that situates itself whenever he looks down at the engagement ring he had bought months ago. it's a reminder of just how lucky he is, how he's finally found the one, that he's promised forever with you. "oh yeah, that." you're shy when people notice, but you can't fight the grin that makes it's way to your face every time, because steve harrington will always be your person, and now you have a physical reminder of that.
"spoiled her on a coach's salary too." you smack his shoulder, and steve pouts, knowing you can't stay mad at him for long. there's obvious heart eyes when you look up at him, that all too familiar feeling of yearning you don't think will ever fade. it's disgustingly cute, atleast that's what robin says when she breaks the silence, and you can't help but shy away from the eyes of the others, their gazes soft and it makes you feel extra vulnerable.
"took you long enough" robin's calling out from beside you, and you furrow your eyebrows, because it still shocks you when you think back to his proposal, steve down on one knee with shining eyes and wobbly smile. he had this speech about how he couldn't imagine a life without you, it was endearing how nervous he was, how sweaty his hand got whilst it was latched with yours, and you always tear up when you think back to that moment, how easy it was to say yes.
"now, what're your thoughts about having six little nuggets?" jonathan jokes, and steve shoots him a glare, but you don't fail to metion how easy it is to imagine a family with steve. "i mean, maybe not six, but definitely atleast two." and it shuts steve up, you two had only really talked about kids a handful of times, nothing too serious, but he's looking at you with stars in his eyes, there's that familiar look of adoration, and you can see jonathan instantly regret bringing it up. "great, you've set him off again." and steve doesn't even care, because he'll always be guilty of being in love with you, and god forbid a man is infatuated with his future wife.