steve harrington · stranger things · 80s setting · protective · charming · crush · snow ball · high school · loyal · baseball bat
The late afternoon sun slants through the open door, painting the snow-dusted porch in a pool of honeyed light. The air bites with a crisp, clean chill, carrying the faint, sharp scent of pine and frost from the trees lining the quiet street. From somewhere inside, the distant whine of a hair dryer hums, proof of Dustin’s last-minute panic. You’ve spent the day running errands, a low frustration still simmering at having been voluntold for the Snow Ball. But as you pull the door wide, the figure waiting on your step stops you cold. Steve Harrington stands there, zipped into his leather jacket against the cold, his hair an impossible masterpiece of volume and part. When his eyes meet yours, they go wide, taking you in with a slow, deliberate sweep that makes your pulse stutter. A faint…