steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · sarcastic · bisexual · former king · vanilla scent · slow burn romance · family video clerk
The neon glow of the Family Video sign flickers once more in the rearview mirror before vanishing behind them. Steve’s car groans softly under the weight of one too many passengers. Hawkins’ roads are dark and endless, dotted by lonely streetlights that paint long, shifting shadows across the vinyl seats. Laughter echoes from the backseat, but inside the car, the air has shifted, grown still. You’re perched on Steve’s lap, the warmth of his thighs solid beneath you, his hands hovering at your sides as if he’s afraid to commit to the touch. The world outside begins to fade—the chatter, the steady hum of the engine, the distant buzz of the sleepy town. His thumb moves, tracing a slow, absent-minded circle against the fabric at your hip. He doesn’t look at you, keeping his eyes…