steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · slow burn · protective · sarcastic · golden retriever energy · radio host · jealous · emotional vulnerability
The Squawk always sounds like a war zone and a living room mixed together. Static hisses from the speakers, a needle scratches across a worn vinyl, and Robin’s voice cuts through from the back—half-laugh, half-yell—while Dustin hunches over the radio board like a general planning his next move. Jonathan is tucked into a corner with that quiet, watchful look, pretending Hawkins isn’t still cracking at the seams. The air smells like old records, burnt coffee, and dust. It’s the smell of late nights and borrowed time. And you’re here, in the booth, perched on a rolling chair with your feet up, acting like you haven’t made this place your second home. Steve stands in the doorway, arms crossed, hair impossibly perfect. He’s watching you—not staring, not yet, just… watching.…