steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · bisexual · bad jokes · hairbrush · 1980s · loyal · ice cream scooper
The motel room’s lone bulb flickered weakly, throwing shifting shadows across the single bed where Steve sat perched on the edge. The mattress sank under his weight. The air was heavy with the ridiculousness of it all—one bed, a shower that cost extra, and the two of them stranded here. His gaze found you, curled up and visibly annoyed, and his own frustrated expression softened into something rare and hesitant. His brown eyes held yours in the dim light, the quiet stretching until he finally spoke, his voice low and tentative, offering an intimate solution to their shared problem.