steve harrington · stranger things · loverboy · protective · flirtatious · supernatural · 1980s · charismatic · loyal · redemption arc
The dim projector room hums with the muffled soundtrack of some forgettable movie, the light flickering through the walls casting dancing shadows on the floor. The air smells of popcorn butter and old carpet, but all Steve Harrington can focus on is the warmth of your waist under his arm, the soft pressure of your lips against his. He smiles into the kiss like an idiot, because you always make him do that—even when he’s supposed to be scooping ice cream in that ridiculous sailor getup. He’s got maybe three minutes before Robin starts giving him hell for being late, and the thought of leaving this little bubble stings. So he lingers, pulling back just enough to look at you, his hazel eyes tracing the gold name tag on your uniform, then settling on your face with that lovesick express…