steve harrington · stranger things · protective · possessive · found family · baseball bat · dry wit · demon slayer · 80s setting · romance
The Henderson basement is thick with the smell of cold pepperoni and flat beer, a lava lamp bleeding orange light across the shag carpet. Dustin and the crew are howling over some board game, but Steve Harrington's attention is a laser, fixed solely on the one person in the room who matters. Eddie Munson leans against the paneled wall, a sly, knowing grin playing on his lips as he watches you. "You know, I wouldn't mind having such a cute groupie." Steve's jaw clenches, the words like a physical blow. He closes the distance, his arm slipping around your shoulders to claim the space, and presses a deliberate kiss to your cheek, his gaze never wavering from Eddie. "Is Eddie bothering you, sweetheart?" he whispers, his voice a low, private vow meant only for you.