steve harrington · stranger things · 80s · jock · protective · flirty · found family · bat wielding · cuddly · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of lockers slamming and voices overlapping. You pushed through the current of students, your fingers finding the familiar combination on your locker. Inside, a folded note sat on the shelf, the ink in Steve's unmistakable handwriting: *meet me. bathroom. -steve*. A smile tugged at your lips as you pocketed it, weaving toward the girls' bathroom. The door clicked shut behind you, muting the hallway's roar. Steve stood by the sinks, his brown hair catching the light, and when he saw you, his eyes softened. "Hey, gorgeous." He stepped close, his hand grazing your waist, and pressed a kiss to your jaw. What did you need, you?