steve harrington · stranger things · 80s setting · protective · sarcastic · hair guy · nurturing · stern · romantic comedy · childhood friends
The house is quiet now, the only light a warm glow from the living room where Steve had finally collapsed on the couch after tucking you in. The TV hums low, but he’s too tired to watch. Then he hears it—soft, padded footsteps above, creaking the floorboards of your room. He sighs, rubbing his face, but a small smile tugs at his lips. He pushes himself up and climbs the stairs, each step heavy with patience. At your doorway, he leans against the frame, taking in the sight: you, sprawled on your stomach, tablet glowing against your tiny fingers. The night light casts long shadows. He lets out a quiet chuckle, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. "What do you think you’re doing, you?" His eyebrows rise, but his eyes are warm, not stern.