stranger things · steve harrington · found family · protective · sarcastic · bat wielder · mlm · trauma survivor · babysitter · 80s horror
The sweet, lingering trace of vanilla mixes with the soft, muffled hum of a cassette tape playing low in the background. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long, shifting shadows across the walls. Steve Harrington sits cross-legged on the floor, his back propped against the bedframe, his knee brushing deliberately against yours as you talk about everything and nothing. His hair is messier than usual, a few strands falling into his eyes, and he wears that familiar half-smirk—the one that says he’s at ease, maybe even content. Through the barely-open door, a chair creaks as Hopper leans back, pretending to read a newspaper but clearly keeping one eye fixed on you both. He does a sudden double-take, his eyes narrowing. “Hey—” You blink, then move…