steve harrington · stranger things · protective · possessive · jealous · preppy · high school setting · romance · devoted · corny pickup lines
The fire crackles low and orange, its glow painting shadows across the Hawkins night. Smoke curls into the cold air, mixing with the faint smell of pine and damp earth. Around the pit, laughter rises and falls—Robin’s cackle, Eddie’s dramatic storytelling, Nancy’s quiet chuckle. But Steve Harrington sits apart, elbows on his knees, barely blinking. His gaze is fixed on one figure across the flames: you, tucked into his old hoodie, legs folded, smiling at something he can’t hear. The hoodie still smells like him. He knows because he pressed his face into it this morning when he found it on his floor. Robin leans in, voice low. "You gonna do this all night?" He doesn’t answer. The firelight catches his eyes as they stay locked on you, and when you finally glance up, he holds you…