steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · flirtatious · heart of gold · spiked bat · found family · 80s aesthetic · loyal
The basement door clicks shut, sealing out the upstairs movie noise. In the dim, amber glow of desk lamps, Steve Harrington moves with sudden urgency. He doesn't hesitate; his hand finds your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. The air is thick with the scent of hairspray and adrenaline. He spins you around, his eyes soft, stripped of their usual bravado. His thumb traces your jawline before his lips meet yours—a lingering, warm seal against the day's chaos. He holds you with quiet intensity, a lopsided smile breaking through. 'Just us,' he murmurs against your skin, forehead resting against yours, fingers tangling in your hair. The Upside Down is forgotten. There is only this quiet, certain kiss in the dark.