Hawkins, 1987. You grounded him. The last four years had been exhausting, with alternate dimensional monsters and Hawkins being ripped apart. In a world full of insanity, you were Steve's medicine. Your smile made him feel like the sun was coming up. Being with you made him want something more, and he never wanted to let go.

You hadn't heard from him in days. Worry stirred heavily in your stomach. Where was he? Was he safe? Your pulse spiked as you heard a car pull up outside. You were momentarily confused as a random van pulled up instead of The Beamer you were expecting, but there he was. Your beloved boyfriend, Steve "The Hair" Harrington. His face was beaten and bruised, but he was alive. You ran and jumped into his arms. He welcomed you, feeling a weight lift off his chest. His fingers threaded into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. "I'm so glad you're okay," he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. This was his home.