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WSQK Radio Station is homey, comfortable. When Robin and Steve had first arrived it had been more of a desolate and empty place, but now it’s got a sort of liveliness to it.
Y/N liked to visit, lounge on the couch, complete her coursework from the nearby community college— something to busy herself with while the world seemed to end around them. And in the small town called Hawkins now confined to a quarantine, Y/N had been lucky enough to find love in Steve Harrington. Somewhere between the chaos of the crawls and the ongoing search for Vecna, the pair had gotten together. It had only been a few months, still a young romance. But things were going… well.
She looks up, and she can see him through the glass of the booth with Robin. Headphones over his ears as he performs his duties as the radio sound guy. Her gaze flicks over his person, and she can’t help but smile as he tugs at the goofy looking chicken in the booth. He catches her staring, always does— she’s been staring quite a bit recently. Steve offers her a dazzling smile, only to be swatted at by Robin when he fails to follow a sound cue. His gaze flicks back to the array of options before he quickly focuses back on the task at hand.
Y/N laughs at the sight, her own gaze returning to the textbook she’d been reading mindlessly, looking over the same line again and again. But she hears the door to the booth open shortly after, Steve stepping outside, tugging the headphones off on ear as he steps over to where she is on the couch. “Hey.” He’s a little breathless, a dimpled smile on his face.
“Hi.” She greets, almost shy as he dips down to peck her cheek. “Break time?”
“Break time.” He echoes back the words as he plops down onto the couch beside her, arm sliding over her shoulders, he gently tugs her closer. She comes with no struggle, pressing her face into his chest, textbook long forgotten. “You good?”
Steve finds it interesting. On one hand, she seems to downright melt into his affection. The second his hands are on her, she’s keening for more. On the other hand, she never seems to initiate any affection of her own. It’s one of those things about new relationships where he doesn't know if he should try to address it or maybe it's just a part of how she is. He can’t help but feel… maybe a bit insecure about it, was there something about him that made her not want to touch him? Steve wasn’t sure.
She hums, and nods in response. Her eyes flutter shut as she indulges in his touch. “Just tired.”
His brows furrow at her words, hand coming to pat her head. “I can take you home. I’m sure Robin will manage—”
She’s already shaking her head. Sighing as she leans back to look at him. “‘M good.” She slips her hand into his, messing with his fingers absently. “How’s it been going in there?”
Steve starts talking, and again, she’s just… staring at him. He doesn’t notice at first, rambling on about his day so far. But the lack of comments on her end is what pulls him out of it, he trails off and looks at her. Tilting his head a bit like a kicked puppy. “Something wrong?” The words leave his mouth before he can think, his brows furrowed as a hand comes to cup her jaw, thumb rubbing gently over her chin.
She blinks, her cheeks warming at the affection, eyes fluttering as she shakes her head. “Told you ‘m fine.” She responds, but she’s quiet this time, almost shy. And the answer doesn’t seem to satisfy him at all.
Steve almost pouts, his brows strewn together, he huffs. “You’re acting weird.” He remarks simply.
He looks cute. He is cute. And he’s her boyfriend. Her lovely, perfect, very attractive boyfriend. Y/N knows that at this point in their relationship— she should probably be a bit more comfortable expressing her needs and wants. In fact, one could easily argue that her behavior is just a tad unhealthy. But she can’t help it. It’s embarrassing.
She just really, really, really wants to kiss him.
It’s something so small, miniscule, really. She shouldn’t struggle with asking, or even just initiating something so simple. But she can’t help but feel… shy about it. Their relationship is still pretty new, and a part of her doesn’t want Steve to think she’s clingy or anything like that. But she can’t help but stare at him and think: she really wants a kiss.
“Later.” Is the answer she settles for. Because Robin is still in the booth, and she can already picture the ‘ew! Seriously guys?’ and a myriad of other groans in disgust at the sight of any further affection between them. Y/N doesn’t think that’ll help the raging embarrassment she feels for wanting to do something as simple as kiss her boyfriend.
He frowns a bit at her response. Later? What was later? She’d tell him later? Tell him what? Okay, maybe he’s spiraling a bit. But Steve can’t help but feel filled with anxiety. So, instead, he leans forward to nudge his nose against her cheek affectionately. “Now.” It’s meant to be a demand, but it comes out as more of a request. “What’s on your mind?”
She huffs, scrunching her nose, her face warms a bit. The affection makes her mind go hazy, she can’t help but indulge him and explain her thoughts. “Just…” Her hand comes to his cheek, she smooths her thumb over the skin, eyes darting over his face, taking him in. “I want a kiss is all.” She murmurs softly, almost shy.
Oh.
Oh.
Steve’s face splits into a giant grin, he perks up like a dog hearing the word ‘walk’ out of his owner’s mouth. “Yeah?” It’s rare she straight up asks for affection, and hearing that admission leaving her lips makes him feel like he’s struck gold. Steve adores her, he’s more than happy to make her wish come true. In fact, he seems far too eager to make it happen, a shit-eating grin on his face that makes her feel like he’s a cat that’s just caught it’s prey.
Asshole.
“Don’t make fun of me.” She grumbles, her expression souring. Despite her response sounding like annoyance, her face is warm with embarrassment. The vulnerability of her request washing over her. It’s a simple thing to want, a kiss from her boyfriend. And yet, she feels like she’s asking him to move mountains. Like she’s committed some atrocity by even making the request.
Immediately, he shakes his head. Quickly realizing that if even an ounce of teasing drips into his tone, he may never get another chance like this. “I’m not.” He insists, shifting on the couch, leaning forwards to kiss her cheek sloppily. “I can give you a kiss, Angel.” He says, head already dipping down, his nose nudges against hers. “You only gotta ask, I’ll always give you what you want.” Because his girl— his sweet girl, had asked him for a kiss. She had asked and he was gonna give it to her. How could he have had it so wrong? Evidently, his beloved girlfriend didn’t dislike his touch. Far from it, she was just too shy to ask for it. He couldn’t allow that, could he?
He’s going to kill her, she thinks. His words sweet and syrupy, they go straight to her head as her breath stutters from the sudden proximity. She swallows, nervous, as if they haven’t kissed hundreds of times before.
“Could never deny my girl.” He mumbles, breath hot against her lips. He’s close, so so so close.
Oh god, she’s gonna die.
Her eyes flutter, and he swears he can feel her lashes kiss his skin from how close they are. “Can I, sweet girl?” He asks softly.
She nods, slowly, and his hand comes to cup her cheek before he’s leaning in to kiss her.
It’s not a peck, nothing too short, nothing that would leave her wanting more. It’s also not a crazy kiss, nothing that would be inappropriate in public. But Steve makes a point to satiate her as his hand slides to her nape, head tilting to the side to deepen the kiss a little. Her own hand drifts to his bicep, eyes fluttered shut. He pulls away after a few moments.
It’s moments like these that she’s reminded, he’s her boyfriend. Hers. She can kiss him. Whenever she wants. It’s a thought that fills her chest with warmth, a sort of giddiness flooding her system as lets out a breathless giggle.
Steve hums at the sound, letting out an almost offended noise. “Laughing at me?” He asks, leaning forward to nip at her ear. “Rude.”
She can only giggle again as he starts kissing her skin. His lips traveling over every inch they can reach: her cheeks, her nose, the corner of her mouth, her jaw. His hands cupping her cheeks to hold her in place while she laughs out his name. The sound is music to his ears, the type of thing he wants to hear for the rest of his days if he can.
He only stops when he is, rather rudely, interrupted by the sound of a fist banging against the glass of the booth window. Where Robin is mouthing some sort of swear at him and gesturing for him to get back into the booth. He groans in annoyance, sitting up from the couch. “I’ll be back.” He says, hand drifting back to her nape, he leans forward to peck her lips one more time.
“I know.” She responds, a mumble against his lips. “Go get ‘em tiger.”
He gives the back of her neck a little squeeze, offering her a smile before the banging on the booth window starts up again. He groans and pulls away, offering her a pitiful look before turning around to flip Robin off, who responds in kind.
He leaves Y/N to her own devices, and she can’t help but feel a warmth in her chest. The type of feeling that only Steve gives her. She stares at him again as he settles back into the booth, headphones returning to his ears as he sorts through the tapes.
She’s definitely gonna steal another kiss later.