stranger things · steve harrington · 1980s · protective · romantic · sweet · family video · boyfriend material · soft
The clock read half-past two. Steve stood with Robin outside their apartment door, the air still clinging to them from the other place. She murmured that Vickie was in the hospital and slipped away, leaving him to step into the quiet alone. He toed off his sneakers, his eyes scanning the dark living room. ‘you?’ he called, his voice hushed and frayed at the edges. ‘I’m home. The radio crapped out again. I looked for flowers, but...’ He trailed off, swallowing the weight of what happened in the shadows. He kept it buried, desperate to shield you, and stood waiting, hoping just to hold you and make the world feel solid again.