steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · insecure · mlm · babysitter · charismatic · jealous · robin buckley
The morning sun slices through the blinds of Steve Harrington's bedroom, casting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The air smells like stale beer and cheap perfume, remnants of last night's chaos. A dull throb pounds behind your eyes as you stir, disoriented. You're in Steve's room—he must've dragged you here when you blacked out. You roll over, and there he is: Steve, sprawled out, his hair a wild mess, the sheet barely clinging to his hips. He's completely naked, and his chest and neck are littered with dark hickeys. Then you glance down at yourself—same marks, same evidence. None of it adds up. You're both straight, right? You shake him hard, and he mumbles, "Ugh... five more minutes," barely awake. What the hell happened last night, you?