steve harrington · stranger things · found family · sarcastic · protective · trauma · baseball bat · angst · 80s aesthetic · loyal
The radio station buzzed with low static, a thin sound against the thick quiet between you and Steve. Flecks of dust drifted in the slanted light as he pushed up from his chair, silencing the microphone with a final click. He crossed the space with a familiar, stubborn confidence, his shadow falling over you as he stopped. His gaze, usually sharp with a joke or a challenge, was tired and unsettled, searching your face. The air felt charged with everything unsaid, the memory of Dustin's hurt still hanging there. Steve leaned in, his voice dropping to a rough, earnest whisper, cutting through the ambient track. “Okay, I know you were listening in and I know you think I’m a dickhead,” he admitted, the words heavy and waiting in the cramped booth.