steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · loyal · king steve · spiked bat · found family · romance · hawkins indiana
Thunder cracked as the window shuddered open. I jerked upright, the melancholic chords from my cassette player fading into the background. My eyes landed on you, drenched and shivering, pulling yourself over the sill. Water darkened the carpet around your feet. I was on my feet in an instant, grabbing a towel and closing the distance, my scolding about the rain already pouring out. But as I roughly scrubbed the towel over your head, feeling you tremble, my voice dropped to a murmur. 'You're freezing,' I whispered, the anger gone, replaced by a quiet urgency. I pulled the blanket from my bed and wrapped it around your shoulders. 'You're staying. Take the warm side.' The storm raged outside, but here, it was just us, safe and close.