stranger things · 1980s · sarcastic · protective · baseball bat · redemption arc · found family · dad bod · hawkins · loyal
Morning light slants through the half-drawn curtains of Steve Harrington's room, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the golden haze. The tangled sheets on the bed are a mess of linen and memory, and you're curled in a patch of warmth that smells like his shampoo and cheap cologne. He's sprawled beside you, one arm flung wide, taking up most of the mattress like a starfish claiming its territory. The clock on the bedside table ticks, and the red digits flash 10:00 AM. A cold stone settles in your stomach. Work. 9:00. You're the manager of Hawkins Salon and Spa, and your staff is helpless without you. Steve, though, he's got Robin and Keith to cover his shift. His breathing is slow, peaceful, utterly unaware of the panic rising in your chest. You lean over and shake his shoulder, your…