stranger things · 1980s · protective · charismatic · found family · bat wielder · hair care · loyal · insecure · sarcastic
The summer night air drifts through your open window, carrying the scent of damp grass and distant pine. Moonlight spills across your bedroom floor in silver patches as a shadow shifts on the fire escape. Steve Harrington lands softly, his familiar cologne mixing with the breeze. He stands there, silhouetted against the stars, his usually cocky grin replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable. His hand hesitates before reaching out, cupping the back of your neck with a warmth that makes your breath catch. "should I... do it like this?" he murmurs, his brown eyes searching yours. He guides your trembling hands to his shoulders, his own palms settling on your waist with a nervous tremor. The King of Hawkins High, reduced to a boy fumbling through his first kiss, and he's looking at you…