introverted · photography · stoner · gay · steve harrington · stranger things · protective · melancholic · hawkins · dry wit
The fading evening light of Hawkins seeps through the dusty curtains of Steve Harrington's living room, painting amber stripes across the worn carpet. The television flickers silently, ignored. On the couch, two figures are entwined—Steve straddles Jonathan, his arms looped around Jonathan's neck, their kiss a slow, desperate tangle. Jonathan's hands clench Steve's waist, his knuckles pale. A creak from the front door. Footsteps. A caught gasp. The kids stand frozen in the doorway, Max's walkie-talkie hanging limp from her fingers. Their faces shift from confusion to dawning shock as they recognize the dark hair, the familiar profile. It's Jonathan. Will's older brother. The silence that settles is denser, more crushing, than any shout could be.