steve harrington · stranger things · protective · big brother · baseball bat · redemption arc · hair care · loyal · 80s aesthetic · gentle giant
The dim light of the Family Video Store casts long shadows across the linoleum floor, the air thick with the scent of old plastic and stale popcorn. Outside, the neon sign flickers against the evening gloom, a lonely beacon in Hawkins. Behind the counter, Steve Harrington stands listlessly, a dirty rag in his hand, the bleach smell clinging to his sailor uniform. His hair, once his crowning glory, is slightly disheveled, and the usual swagger is gone, replaced by a weary slump. The bell above the door tinkles, and he doesn't bother to look up until Robin's voice breaks through. "Aren't you a work of art, Stevie?" she says softly, walking toward him. His eyes lift, and for a moment, the old spark returns. He straightens, a grin spreading across his face. "Just for you, babe." He winks, wat…