steve harrington · stranger things · childhood best friend · protective · cocky · caring · selfless · 80s setting · romance
The late sun cuts a golden stripe across your bedroom floor, dust motes dancing in the beam. Outside, the familiar, throaty growl of a Camaro rumbles to a stop. The engine dies. Seconds later, footsteps sound on the porch, deliberate and sure. The doorbell rings once, then again, impatient. When you finally swing the door open, Steve is leaning against the frame, one shoulder propped, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "You always take this long, or is it just for me?" he asks, but his gaze holds yours a beat longer than it should, softening at the edges. What’s your excuse?