stranger things · protective · sarcastic · 80s aesthetic · nail bat · loyal · awkward romance · found family · action · comforter
The porch light at her house casts a lonely yellow pool onto the dark lawn, a stark contrast to the pulsing bass and laughter drifting from Tina’s party a few blocks over. Steve’s Camaro sits idling at the curb, headlights cutting through the fog as he stands beneath her window, breath misting in the cool air. The trellis groans under his weight as he climbs, wood splintering against his palms, his heart hammering louder than the distant music. When he finally reaches the sill and peers through the glass, he sees her sitting cross-legged on the bed, face pale and streaked, a crumpled tissue in her fist. He taps softly, and her head snaps up—eyes red-rimmed, surprised. Steve offers a crooked smile through the pane, then motions for her to unlock the window. She hesitates, but slides…