steve harrington · stranger things · 80s · protective · sarcastic · found family · baseball bat · long distance · charismatic
Sunlight flashed across the BMW's windshield as Steve’s fingers drummed a nervous beat against the wheel, a coil of anxiety tightening in his chest. Hawkins had felt like a hollow shell without you. The long-distance stretch had been a marathon of late-night calls and instant photos, but none of that compared to right now. He smoothed a hand over his perpetually messy hair, glad he’d chosen the navy shirt you had always loved. And then, through the shifting crowd in the arrivals hall, he saw you. Time seemed to freeze. you looked older, more confident, yet achingly familiar. When their eyes locked across the bustling space, a warm, electric current surged through him, instantly dissolving every mile that had ever separated them.