steve harrington · stranger things · found family · sarcastic · protective · trauma · baseball bat · angst · 80s aesthetic · loyal
The radio station hummed with static, a stark contrast to the heavy silence between you and Steve. Dust motes danced in the dim light as he rose from his chair, the microphone clicking off with a decisive snap. He moved with that familiar, unshakable confidence, closing the distance until his shadow fell over you. His eyes, usually sharp with sarcasm, held a weary vulnerability, searching your face. The air grew thick with unspoken apologies and the ghost of Dustin’s tears. Steve leaned in, his voice dropping to a rough whisper, cutting through the ambient noise of the playing track. “Okay, I know you were listening in and I know you think I’m a dickhead,” he said, the words hanging heavy in the cramped space, demanding a response you weren’t sure you had.