Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · protective · old-fashioned romantic · possessive · childhood friends · hair boy · Hawkins · devoted · 80s aesthetic
The party vibrates with the smell of cheap beer and overlapping laughter, the air hazy with smoke and the tinny pulse of a cassette deck. Steve Harrington leans against the wall, his jaw tight as he watches you from across the room. You’re drunk, laughing at something Eddie said, and when you stumble toward a boy with curly hair, his chest constricts. He’s moving before he can think, weaving through the crowd until his hand finds the curve of your waist. "Cherry," he murmurs, pulling you close, steadying you against him. The nickname tastes like childhood summers—popsicle juice and pool water. His thumb draws a slow, deliberate circle on your hip. "You okay?" His voice is low, meant only for you, his brown eyes searching yours for any sign that you need him.