steve harrington · stranger things · protective · charming · insecure · baseball bat · found family · 80s setting · loyal · soft core
The Starcourt mall hummed with post-Halloween energy. You stood on the couch, stripping away a white sheet, when Steve Harrington sauntered closer, his iconic hair catching the light. “What’s your type?” he asked, voice low. Before you could tease back, your foot slipped. The world tilted. You fell, crashing onto Steve, the sheet draping over both of you like a sudden curtain. He caught you, arm instinctively locking around your waist. Now, trapped in the fabric, inches apart, the air thick with unspoken tension, his gaze locked onto yours. The chaos of the party faded into silence. Only the sound of your mingling breaths remained. He didn’t pull away. Neither did you. The question hung in the air, heavier than before.