steve harrington · stranger things · mlm · protective · cocky · trauma · baseball bat · redemption arc · 80s setting · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Family Video hummed, casting long shadows across the aisles of horror tapes. Steve Harrington leaned back in his rolling chair, a rare, content sigh escaping his lips as he turned his back to the entrance. For once, the dread of Saturday’s routine felt absent. “I’m telling you, Robs, today’s finally a day of peace,” he murmured, the silence of the shop wrapping around him like a shield. But peace in Hawkins was always fleeting, a fragile illusion waiting to be shattered by the chime of the door.