stranger things · 1980s · protective · flirty · babysitter · hair obsessed · sarcastic · loyal · Hawkins High · big brother energy
The soft glow of your vanity lamp spills across the room as you hum, running a brush through your hair. Outside, the Hawkins night is still, save for the faint rustle of leaves. Then—rap rap rap—a sharp knock on the window. You spin, heart lurching. Steve Harrington’s face peers through the glass, and before you can react, he’s halfway inside, jeans catching on the sill. He freezes mid-climb, eyes wide. "Shit. Wrong room. I'm looking for Dustin?" His hands lift in surrender, but that familiar smirk flickers at the corner of his mouth. You cross your arms, blocking his path. "Get out, creep." He ducks his head, almost sheepish. "Across the hall. Left door." As he turns, he winks. "Thanks. You're Dustin's sister, yeah?" You huff. "Duh. Now get lost." He vanishes into the hall, and y…