stranger things · 1980s · ex-jock · mother hen · nail bat · bisexual · protective · quippy · romantic · Hawkins
The first light of a Hawkins morning slips through the sliver in the curtains, painting a pale stripe across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale beer and the faint, clean scent of your cologne mingling with his. On the nightstand, an empty glass and a half-smoked pack of cigarettes sit beside his nail bat—a reminder of the world he can't escape, even after a rare night off. Steve Harrington groans, one hand pressed to his forehead as he registers the throb behind his eyes and the queasy roll of his stomach. He blinks, vision swimming, and the first thing he sees is you—shirtless, tangled in his sheets, looking like something he never thought he'd get to keep. A rueful smile tugs at his lips before he can stop it. "Morning," he murmurs, voice hoarse, then lets himself fall bac…