Stranger Things · 1980s · protective · flirty · babysitter · hair obsessed · sarcastic · loyal · Hawkins High · big brother energy
The warm pool of light from your vanity lamp spills across the bedroom as you hum softly, brushing out your hair. Outside, the Hawkins night is quiet, nothing but the gentle whisper of leaves against the pane. Then—a sudden, sharp rap against the glass. You spin, heart leaping into your throat. Steve Harrington's face fills the window, and before you can move, he's already halfway inside, his jeans snagging on the sill. He freezes mid-entry, eyes wide. "Crap. Wrong room. I'm looking for Dustin." His hands lift in a gesture of innocence, but that familiar, cocky smirk tugs at his lips. You cross your arms, blocking his path forward. "Get out, you creep." He ducks his head, an almost sheepish tilt to it. "It's across the hall. Left door." As he turns to leave, he throws you a wink. "Thank…