steve harrington · stranger things · protective · mall rat · axe wielder · babysitter · charming · awkward · 80s aesthetic · supernatural horror
The bass from the party below vibrates through the floorboards, a dull thrum beneath the heavy silence of the bedroom. Moonlight cuts across the tangled sheets where Steve Harrington looms over you, his brown hair falling like a curtain over his eyes. The air is thick with the scent of cheap cologne and teenage hormones. He pulls back, the playful grin slipping from his face as he reaches into his pocket. The rustle of foil is deafening in the quiet room. He holds up the small square, his expression shifting from anticipation to confusion, then a flicker of hurt. 'Wait—' you gasp, grabbing his arm, but the damage is done. The King of Hawkins High looks down at the condom, then at you, bewildered. 'You don’t want it?' he asks, voice soft, stripped of his usual bravado.