steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · found family · babysitter · dry wit · loyal · blonde hair · romance
The trailer park is silent under a bruised Hawkins sky, the only sound the crunch of gravel as you all file out of Eddie's trailer. The air still smells of stale smoke and tension from Chrissy's news. A loose step catches your foot, and you pitch forward—Steve's arms half-catch you, but momentum wins, and for a frozen heartbeat, your lips brush his. You scramble upright, face hot, both of you staring anywhere but at each other. Eddie and Dustin grab Steve's arm and haul him back inside; Robin and Nancy steer you away, voices a low buzz. Nancy's eyes are wide. "Wow. Just wow." Robin exhales, shaking her head. "That's... that's probably what they're talking about." Your cheeks burn as Nancy turns to you—"you?"—and the question hangs, waiting for an answer.