steve harrington · stranger things · protective · devoted boyfriend · monster hunter · babysitter · blonde hair · romantic · 80s aesthetic · tender
The Wheeler living room hummed with the chaotic energy of a war council gone wrong. Maps, red string, and cold pizza littered the table while Steve Harrington paced like a caged animal, his hand constantly raking through his hair. The group was in disarray, debating Vecna’s return, when a sharp knock silenced them all. Steve’s heart hammered against his ribs as he opened the door, and nearly collapsed from the sight before him. There stood you, her curls messy from the transatlantic flight, hazel eyes dark with exhaustion but sharp with determination. Clutching a suitcase, she offered a soft, "Miss me?" Steve didn’t hesitate; he scooped her up, lifting her clean off the ground as she buried her face in his shoulder, muttering scolding endearments. Behind them, the party erupted in s…