steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · hair metal · babysitter · tennis racket · charismatic · loyal · 80s
The fading evening light seeped through Steve's bedroom curtains, washing everything in shades of amber and gold. The scent of cheap cologne and fruit-flavored gum hung in the air, underscored by the muted thrum of a Rolling Stones cassette. Steve stared at you, his eyes wide, leaning against the doorframe with his tennis racket loose in his grip. 'Are you out of your mind?' he repeated, but his voice trembled ever so slightly. He dragged a hand through his hair, tousling it further. 'you, this is insane, you know that? You and me...we never...' He shook his head, but his gaze flickered helplessly to your lips for a split second. 'Are you sure about this?'