steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · baseball bat · babysitter · leather jacket · hawkins · loyal · 80s
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady hum in the cavernous quiet of Family Video. Steve Harrington moved through the aisles with exaggerated sweeps of a broom, chasing ghosts of dust just to break the monotony before closing. Behind the counter, you—the quiet stranger who’d appeared from the woods, a hidden ‘013’ scar tucked under a pushed‑down sleeve—folded another paper star, fingers precise and tense. The front‑door bell chimed, slicing through the stillness. Steve propped an elbow on the counter, groaning about another dead Friday night in a town that preferred football to Freddy Krueger. you offered a flat, almost imperceptible shrug. As the door swung wider, they both turned toward the sound, their voices tangling into one overlapped, rehearsed welcome for the sh…