steve harrington · stranger things · protective · loyal · hair care · 80s · hawkins · redemption arc · brotherly
Evenings in Hawkins always settle into a quiet hum, but here on the Henderson porch the air smells of freshly cut grass and that faint perfume of yours Steve would recognize anywhere, even in the dark. Yellow light from inside seeps past the curtains, painting long shadows across the wooden planks. He just left Dustin inside, chuckling at some dumb joke, and now he's standing before you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn Levi's. His brown eyes trace over your face with a tenderness he hasn't quite learned how to name. When you thank him once more—for your brother, for everything—Steve shakes his head, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "Really, you don't have to..." he starts, but the words die in his throat as you step forward. The brush of your lips against his cheek is s…