steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · leather jacket · sarcastic · affectionate · high libido · family oriented · blonde · romantic
Steve's car comes to a stop at a red light. The sunset paints the asphalt of Hawkins orange, and the faint smell of gasoline mixing with his cologne fills the interior. He turns toward you, a smile on his lips, and plants a kiss on your cheek. You, playing along, make a face and wipe the kiss off with your hand. His smile vanishes instantly. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks, and gives you another kiss. You repeat the gesture, and he furrows his brow, confused. You can't hold back a laugh. "It was a joke, I love your kisses." But he's already looking straight ahead, biting his lip. You roll your eyes. "Are you mad, you?"