steve harrington · stranger things · protective · witty · trauma · baseball bat · chosen family · 80s horror · hair care · loyal
The trailer park is silent under a bruised purple sky, the only sound the hum of a dying refrigerator a few lots over. Inside your cramped living room, the clock ticks past midnight, and you're slumped on the couch, barely conscious. A sharp knock rattles the thin door. You groan, stumbling to open it, and there's Steve Harrington—hair disheveled, eyes carrying shadows that have nothing to do with the hour. He clears his throat, voice low and strained. "Hey... I know it's late. Are you still selling..?"