𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞! ... by fleetwood mac
tiptoeing around your crush on an oblivious steve
a drabble based on this ask
No one could prepare you for the day that you went to sleep teasing your best friend, and the next morning woke up from a wet dream with the realization that you're in fucking love with Steve Harrington.
it's a phase, that's what you tell yourself as you toss and turn. he's just dastardly handsome in certain lights, and his jokes have slowly gotten better. but you won't admit to either of those things. you can't. so you do what any sane person would do — you bury that shit deep down and pray you get over it.
there's enough to deal with already at the end of the world. why pile feelings into the mix when you need to worry about the military interfering with the radio broadcasts?
after a fitful sleep (no thanks to the conjured image of your close friend hovering above you with a stupid smirk on his face), you decide to just get going for the day. you're the first one at the station, just like you always are.
by the time Steve and Robin arrive for the morning broadcast, you've already got a full pot of coffee brewed in the green room and checked the local airwaves for any emergency transmissions. it's polite waves and yawns while you just try to finish preparing for the day ahead. but once Rockin Robin has a line-up of fresh hits, you make a beeline out of the booth.
Steve instantly notices the extra anxiety in the room and is fully aware that for once, it isn't coming from Robin. He leans across the booth, thumbing at the door, "you think she's okay?"
"um, yeah, why?" Robin shakes her head, unobservant of the way you refused to even glance at Steve.
He shrugs, suddenly unsure of himself, "she's just... quiet today?"
"Probably tired," she sighs with a dismissive tone, reviewing the updates Nancy provided last night regarding morning news.
Steve nods to himself, not quite sure of Robin's assumption. he grabs his favored red mug, only to find it lacking in weight. it's nearly empty, but there's enough time to top off his coffee.
your already in the green room kitchen, busying yourself by cleaning out the fridge. you hated when the kids left shit in there to spoil, plus the coolness might help calm whatever edge you're on. you're so focused on just trying to be normal, that you don't even here Steve enter the room.
your head snaps back at the sound of the dribble of coffee filling his mug. you meet his gaze, only for Steve to flash you the gentlest smile. it's just kind, he's being kind. Steve is always kind because he is your friend, and you most definitely should not have wet dreams about your friends because that's just weird.
"Hellooo, anyone home?" Steve chuckles, something warm and easy.
you blink twice with the painful realization that you spaced out gawking at Steve only for him... to ultimately not notice? Nice... you could play this off smoothly.
"well, yes, good morning," you nodded, leaning against the counter nearby. so much for smooth.
Steve shakes his head, a dimple peaking out from his genuine smile, "good morning to you, too."
he stirs in his two packets of sugar, paying no mind to the way your fingers anxiously tap against the counter. the way your body naturally gravitated to his from across the damn room really should've given you away, but his eyes continued to dart between the clock, coffee, and you as he rambled on, "You know, Rob pulled 'Edge of Seventeen' to play again. She already looped it too much on Wednesday."
"i guess the people of Hawkins just love Stevie Nicks," you shrugged, eyes trailing up his arms. he'd rolled the sleeves of his henley up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms that currently made you want to climb the walls of the staff room.
"which is fair, but i keep telling her to play that song you showed me by Fleetwood— ugh, what was it?" Steve scoffed, digging the heels of his palm against his eyes as he tried to recall the lyrics. He hummed the chorus gently before the title came to him, "Say You Love Me!"
before you had any time to fully think through the moment, you excitedly responded, "YES!"
"Huh?" Steve blinked, confused by your reaction. He didn't think anything special of the words.
mortified, you quickly tried to recover as dread clawed at your stomach, "Um— yes, yes! That is the name of the song... Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac. I was agreeing..."
blame it on the uncertainty of your tone or the terrified expression on your face, but god, did you feel like an idiot. it was clear that Steve wasn't fully convinced, and he went to ask you something before you both heard the angry snap of the door flying open.
"Hey, dingus, we've got one minute until we are live!" Robin all but yells from the other room. unknowingly, Robin has spared you from any further embarrassment as a red-cheeked Steve hustles back to the booth.
for a moment, you can catch your breath, but shit... this was gonna be a lot harder than you initially thought.
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