word count: 1.5k
pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
warnings: one curse word? that’s pretty much it
a/n : Hi everyone! This is the first time I’ve ever written anything for Stranger Things, more specifically Steve. He is such a mom in the second season and i just have so many feels for him. It may be a bit out of character since it’s my first time writing for him! Let me know if you have any questions or requests!! I hope you like it :)
I hummed softly as I emptied my books into my locker from my backpack.Soon enough I felt arms loop around my waist as a kiss was pressed to my cheek.
“Steve!” I giggled as I squirmed away from his embrace, only managing to make his grip tighter.
“Hey, beautiful,” he chuckled as he pressed another kiss to my cheek. “I missed you.”
“You saw me in class five minutes ago Steve, we literally sat together,” I shook my head, a small smile on my face.
“I still missed you,” Steve hummed as he turned me around and pressed a kiss to my lips.
I smiled and kissed him back before pushing him away, “You’re lucky you’re cute, Harrington.”
“And you’re hot,” Steve wiggled his eyebrows with a cheeky smile on his lips.
I blushed and rolled my eyes, still not used to the compliments he showered me with, despite having been dating for months now.
“Y’know what I was thinking? What if we bake tonight?” I asked as I changed the subject.
“Bake? Like cookies and brownies?” I could practically hear Steve drooling at the thought of all the things we could bake.
“Yeah, wouldn’t it be fun? If we make too many we can give some to your kids,” I teased referring to the bunch of middle schoolers that he had befriended recently.
“They’re- They’re not my kids, okay?” Steve stammered.
“Keep telling yourself that sweetie,” I smiled cheekily at him.
“I only babysit them sometimes okay? Ms. Henderson trusts me since Dustin looks up to me and Ms. Byers knows that I would take care of the kids after what happened last year and earlier this year.” Steve tried to deny it.
“It’s not babysitting if they’re your kids,” I kept teasing. “Well I guess if they’re your kids, they must be mine too. Does that mean I’m the dad?”
“Why would you be the dad? Wouldn’t I be the dad?”
“No, you act like a mother hen, and don’t say that you don’t, I’ve seen you. So that makes me the cool dad,” I smiled at him cheekily.
“…Fine. BUT we’re not giving them all of the stuff we make. I want some too,” Steve pulled away and interlaced our fingers.
I closed my locker and we both walked down the hallways of Hawkins High.
I would have never thought of what would happen once we got home and actually started baking.