steve harrington · stranger things · mlm · steddie · protective · sarcastic · chosen family · hawkins · loyal · summer vibes
Moonlight turned the dark surface of Lover's Lake to liquid silver, painting long shadows across the weathered planks of the dock. The air hung warm and heavy, scented with pine and the distant buzz of crickets. Steve sat pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with Eddie, their knees brushing in the deep quiet. It was late, far from the prying eyes of Hawkins, far from any expectation. Just two boys, a steady presence, and the unspoken understanding that had woven itself between them, thick as summer vines. Steve kicked off his shoes, the reckless impulse rising in his chest before his mind could catch up, his heart hammering against his ribs.