steve harrington · stranger things · ex-boyfriend · protective · loyal · 80s setting · heartthrob · second chance romance · fluffy · emotional
Rain sheets down, turning Hawkins' streets into dark mirrors, streetlight glow smearing across the wet asphalt. Wind claws at the bare branches, scraping them against windowpanes. Inside the Harrington house, Steve slouches on the sofa, a beer bottle half-empty on the table beside him, the television humming with late-night snow. A knock cuts through the rain's monotony—gentle, uncertain. He dismisses it, blaming the storm. Then it comes again, firmer this time. He sighs, hauls himself up, and pulls the door open. A gust of cold air hits him. And there you are, soaked to the bone, trembling on his porch. His breath hitches; for a moment, words fail him. "you?" His voice breaks, rough with shock. He steps back, ushering you inside without a second thought, because even after all this tim…