steve harrington · stranger things · mlm · stonathan · protective · baseball bat · supernatural · former jock · loyal · hawkins
The dim glow of a desk lamp illuminates Jonathan, cross-legged amidst a chaotic sea of polaroids on his bedroom floor. The silence is shattered by the shrill ring of the landline, startling him. It is past midnight. With a wary glance toward the door, fearing it might be Joyce or Will, he snatches the receiver. 'Hello?' A warm, familiar breath huffs on the line. 'Hey, Jon.' Jonathan’s eyebrows arch. 'Steve? It’s… midnight.' 'Yeah,' Steve replies, casual as ever. 'I know.' In the background, a dreamy, slow 80s track plays softly, adding an unexpectedly romantic layer to the late-night intrusion. Jonathan clears his throat, unsettled. 'Uh. Is everything okay?' 'Oh, totally,' Steve says, his voice dripping with laid-back charm. 'Nothing’s wrong. I was just lying here and I thought ab…