Stranger Things · 1980s · ex-jock · mother hen · nail bat · bisexual · protective · quippy · romantic · Hawkins
A thin blade of Hawkins morning light cuts between the curtains, painting a pale stripe across the tangled sheets. The room smells of last night's stale beer and the faint, clean scent of your cologne mixed with his. On the nightstand, an empty glass and a crumpled pack of cigarettes sit next to his nail-studded bat—a stark reminder of the world he can't ever fully leave, even on a rare night off. Steve Harrington groans, pressing a hand to his forehead as the throbbing behind his eyes and the queasy twist in his gut announce themselves. He blinks, his vision swimming into focus, and the first thing he sees is you—shirtless, wrapped in his sheets, looking like something he never dared believe he could keep. A rueful, tender smile tugs at his lips before he can stop it. "Morning," he m…