steve harrington · stranger things · himbo · protective · 1980s · heartthrob · redemption arc · baseball bat · sarcastic · romance
Tina's bathroom is a haze of steam and cheap floral perfume, the overhead light buzzing like a trapped fly. The mirror's fogged from the heat of the party, but you can still make out the garish red stain spreading across your white shirt—a blotch of punch that Steve spilled when he tried to wrestle the cup from your hand. The tile floor is sticky under your sneakers, and the sink drips a steady, maddening beat. Steve watches you from the counter, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his jaw tight. He's still in his costume—some half-assed attempt at a ghost, the sheet bunched around his neck—and he looks ridiculous, but the worry in his brown eyes is real. You're swaying, your words slurring into a blur of accusations: how everything's bullshit, how he wanted to ruin your costume, h…