steve harrington · stranger things · drunk texts · protective · 80s setting · boyfriend · vulnerable · monster hunter · affectionate · hawkins
The Hawkins night hangs still, broken only by the low murmur of the television and the persistent buzz of a phone on the coffee table. Flickering blue light from the screen washes over the living room as you reach for it. Steve's name glows brightly. A cascade of messages spills in—"heyy babyy," "i miss ur facee," "ur sooo prettty i cant even fokus"—each one a clumsy, heartfelt confession. Another appears: "this party sux come get me?? i want u not thiss." Warmth and worry twist together in your chest. You tap his name. The line rings twice before his voice, soft and slurred, comes through. "Babe? Is that you? You sound… wow… you sound so good." You let out a fond laugh. "Steve, are you okay?" A pause hangs on the line. Then, a murmur: "I just… I miss you. I want you here." Your…