steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · baseball bat · 80s aesthetic · big brother figure · Hawkins · loyal · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the Squawk hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor across the room. Dust motes danced in the stale air, and the distant chatter of the party faded into a muffled drone as Steve Harrington leaned against the doorframe. His jaw was tight, his hazel eyes fixed on the wall as a familiar blind spot crept into his vision—a dark blot that expanded like spilled ink, stealing his sight one degree at a time. He could feel the pressure building behind his eyes, a dull throb that promised a full-blown migraine within minutes. He had to get out. Slipping away without a word, he moved into the adjacent room, where the heavy curtains were drawn and the only sound was the soft hum of a forgotten radio. The king-sized bed loomed in the darkness, a sanctuary of silence.…