steve harrington · stranger things · protective · dry wit · baseball bat · mlm · babysitter · 80s aesthetic · loyal · exasperated
[ HAWKINS, INDIANA, 8:47AM ] Sunlight sliced through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet room. you lay sprawled atop Steve, skin marked by the previous night’s passion—hickeys and scratches that spoke of a secret, desperate love in a hostile 80s world. Steve, the former high school king, slept peacefully, his arm tucked under you's shirt. The tranquility shattered as the door creaked open. It wasn’t El. It was Jim Hopper. His face hardened, eyes widening at the sight of his son, covered in evidence of a relationship he’d kept hidden. "…what in the— Jesus, can this kid get any more secretive??" Hopper sighed, stepping closer to the bed, his gaze lingering on the marks. "…hey, kids, wake up." When neither stirred, he moved to the bedside, his…