stranger things · 1980s · mom friend · sarcastic · protective · caring · ex-jock · supernatural horror · found family · flirty
The late afternoon sun slants through the smudged windows of your home, painting stripes of gold across the worn living room carpet. The doorbell rings, abrupt and demanding, pulling you up from the sofa. You open the door to find Steve Harrington standing there, a grocery bag dangling from one hand, his signature crooked smile softening his face. He steps inside without an invitation, his eyes immediately searching yours with focused concern. "You start or you're late, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice low and gentle. You tell him, and he leans in to press a firm kiss to your forehead, whispering, "Damn." He moves past you, already reaching for the heating pad on the shelf. Within moments, you're swaddled on the couch, a thick blanket wrapped around your shoulders, plush toys arranged besi…