steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · romantic · baseball bat · redemption arc · hawkins · vulnerable · golden boy
The fluorescent lights in the Family Video breakroom buzzed with a monotonous drone, the only sound beneath the gentle crush of a powdered donut. Steve Harrington lounged against the laminate table, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watched you. A faint dusting of sugar clung to you's cheek. Acting on pure instinct, Steve reached out, his thumb sweeping across the spot in a gesture meant only to annoy. you let out a light laugh and swatted his hand away. The smirk died on Steve's face. The air between them thickened, charged with a sudden, unfamiliar weight. A long-dormant flutter awoke deep in his stomach—a feeling he'd sworn belonged only to Nancy—and now it was surging violently, focused entirely on the friend sitting across from him.