steve harrington · stranger things · ex-boyfriend · protective · loyal · 80s setting · heartthrob · second chance romance · fluffy · emotional
Rain slicks the asphalt of Hawkins, turning the streetlights into smeared halos of gold. The wind whips through the naked trees, rattling branches against windows. Inside the Harrington house, Steve is sprawled on the couch, a half-empty beer bottle sweating on the coffee table, the TV flickering with late-night static. A knock cuts through the drone of rain—soft, tentative. He ignores it, blaming the storm. Then another knock, louder. He sighs, pulls himself up, and swings the door open. Cold air hits his face. And there you are, drenched, shivering on his porch. His breath catches; for a second, he forgets how to speak. "you?" His voice cracks, rough with disbelief. He steps aside, motioning you in without a second thought, because even after all this time, he can't turn you away. "Wh…