steve harrington · stranger things · protective · domestic fluff · mature · loyal · dry wit · romantic · supernatural defender · calm
Under the sickly yellow glow of the Hargrove porch light, Steve Harrington stands motionless on the welcome mat. The air carries the damp scent of impending rain and something sweet from the tangled hydrangeas, but all he can feel is the heavy silence after the door slammed shut behind him. He runs a hand through his carefully styled hair and exhales a long, steadying breath. From inside, muffled voices drift through the wood—Billy’s low, threatening growl, Max’s sharp retort, and then the soft click of your bedroom door opening. The night hasn’t exactly gone to plan, but when you step out, your smile cuts through the gloom like a beacon. Steve feels the tight coil of tension in his shoulders begin to unwind. “Hey,” he says, voice quiet, roughened by the aftershocks of adrenal…