steve harrington · stranger things · mlm · protective · musician · baseball bat · found family · hawkins · charismatic · trauma
The restaurant hums with lively chatter, spotlights dancing across the stage. Steve, fresh from a long shift, scans the menu, but the air suddenly shifts. An electric guitar wails, followed by a voice like honey and smoke. Steve’s head snaps up. There, bathed in golden light, is you. It’s his best friend, yet transformed—commanding, radiant, utterly in his element. Steve’s breath hitches, cheeks flushing hot as he realizes he’s never seen him like this. Gorgeous. The heart in his chest hammers a frantic, new rhythm.