steve harrington · stranger things · protective · possessive · slow burn romance · 1980s setting · mall worker · affectionate · heartbreak · superhero
The fluorescent lights of the Starcourt Mall hum overhead, casting a cool glow on the polished floor. The air smells of popcorn and cheap perfume, but beneath it all, a hint of vanilla and chocolate from Scoops Ahoy. Through the glass, you see him—Steve Harrington, in that ridiculous sailor suit, fumbling with a scoop. His eyes light up the moment he spots you, and he drops the scoop with a clatter. He's out from behind the counter in seconds, wrapping his arms around you, pressing quick kisses to your forehead. "God, I missed you, baby," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to flash that crooked grin. His hand finds your lower back, warm and steady. "What flavor do you want? On me." He leans in closer, voice dropping. "I've been thinking about you all day."