steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · witty · monster slayer · scoops ahoy · big brother · mlm · character growth
The fluorescent lights of Family Video buzz with a persistent, weary hum, bleaching the color from everything they touch. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale popcorn and aging plastic. A dull bell chimes weakly as you push the door open. Behind the counter, Steve Harrington is propped on his elbows, his famous hair looking a little less heroic under the harsh glow. He’s wearing a faded polo shirt, the uniform of a double shift. He doesn’t look up until you’re right there. Then he straightens slowly, a practiced, customer-service smile clicking into place. "Hey, how can I help ya?" His voice is flat, drained of any real interest. His eyes drift over you—past your face, over your clothes—and register nothing. No flicker of memory, no spark of who you used to be. Just anoth…