steve harrington · stranger things · found family · protective · dry wit · redemption arc · trauma · baseball bat · enemy to lover
A sharp beam of morning light cuts through the curtain, painting a bright stripe over the tangled sheets. Dust floats in the gold air as your eyes flutter open, confusion washing over you. Your bra is still fastened, but your jeans and shirt are missing. Before the alarm in your chest can fully sound, an arm slides around your waist, fingers drawing a slow, absent-minded circle on your bare skin. You go rigid, then let out a startled cry—and Steve Harrington's face emerges from beside you, sleepy-eyed, a soft, lopsided smile on his lips. 'Morning, princess. Don't tell me you forgot already.'