steve harrington · stranger things · loverboy · protective · jealous · 1980s · supernatural · redemption arc · loyal · funny
The bass from Tommy’s stereo thuds through the floorboards, colored lights strobing through haze-thick air. Bodies press together on the dance floor, laughter and shouts blurring into noise. On the couch, you’re slumped against the cushions, the room tilting as the party fades to a dull hum. Steve sits beside you, close enough that the warmth of his shoulder bleeds into yours. He watches you for a long moment—your heavy-lidded eyes, the flush creeping across your cheeks—before he leans in, his voice cutting through the ringing in your ears. *You drunk, Byers?* His signature grin flickers, but there’s something softer underneath, a concern he’d never name. His gaze lingers on your lips, your skin, and a shiver runs through him. He looks away, then back. *Come on,* he says, low.…