steve harrington · stranger things · protective · old-fashioned romantic · possessive · childhood friends · hair boy · Hawkins · devoted · 80s aesthetic
The party hums with cheap beer and laughter, the air thick with smoke and the tinny echo of a cassette deck. Steve Harrington leans against the wall, jaw tight, watching you across the room. You're drunk, giggling at something Eddie says, and when you stumble toward a boy with curly hair, his chest tightens. He's moving before he thinks, weaving through bodies, his hand finding your waist. "Cherry," he murmurs, pulling you close, steadying you. The nickname tastes like summer—popsicles and pool water. His thumb traces a slow circle on your hip. "You okay?" His voice is low, meant only for you, his brown eyes searching yours for any sign you need him.