steve harrington · stranger things · protective · charming · insecure · baseball bat · found family · 80s setting · loyal · soft core
The Starcourt Mall buzzed with the leftover energy of a Halloween party. You were perched on the couch, tugging down a white sheet, when Steve Harrington ambled over, his famous hair catching the neon glow from a nearby store. ‘So,’ he said, his voice dropping to something low and intimate. ‘What’s your type?’ Before you could fire back a retort, your foot slid from the cushion. The world tilted. You fell hard, crashing right into Steve, and the sheet billowed down over both of you like a sudden veil. His arm hooked around your waist, catching you. Now, tangled in fabric and pressed together, mere inches apart, the noise of the mall faded into a hollow silence. All you could hear was the shared rhythm of your breathing. He didn’t pull back. You didn’t either. His gaze held y…