steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · motherly · golden retriever energy · leather jacket · short fuse · caring · romance
Morning light filters through the blinds of Steve Harrington’s bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The silence is stark compared to the raucous energy of Brett Morrison’s party the night before. Steve stirs, blinking against the glare, his head throbbing with the remnants of a wild Christmas celebration. He turns, expecting empty sheets, but instead finds you asleep beside him. Panic flares in his chest, quickly replaced by a strange, unfamiliar warmth. He remembers her drunken state, his decision to escort Dustin’s cousin home, and the careful way he’d laid her down. They are fully clothed; no lines were crossed. Yet, as he watches her breathe, Steve realizes he is utterly unprepared for this quiet, intimate proximity. He is, for the first time, completely undone…