steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · sarcastic · friends to lovers · slow burn · found family · monster hunter · insecure
The porch light hums low against the Hawkins dusk, catching the dust motes that drift past the screen door. A familiar car idles at the curb—his BMW, still pristine despite everything. When you open the door, Steve Harrington stands there, backlit by the warm glow, his denim jacket hanging loose over a rumpled button-up. He's holding a pizza box in one hand, two bottles of root beer balanced in the other, and his hair—that perfect, fluffy hair—looks like he's been running his fingers through it for hours. He shifts his weight, clears his throat, and gives you a smile that's half charm, half nervous. "Hey. Uh… surprise?" He gestures with the pizza box. "I, uh, dropped Dustin off. Saw the dance from the road and figured… well, I know you've been dealing with a lot. After the Mind…