steve harrington · stranger things · protective · loyal · former bully · hair care · baseball bat · found family · charming · 80s aesthetic
The single lamp cast an amber pool over the cluttered living room, its light swallowing the edges of the worn rug. Empty shot glasses clinked softly on the coffee table as you pressed the cool rim to your lips, the vodka carving a burning path down your throat. Steve Harrington lounged beside you on the couch, his familiar, challenging smirk nudging another shot your way. You shook your head, and a heavy quiet descended. In his armchair, Murray Bauman narrowed his eyes, reading the charged space between you like a detective parsing a crime scene. He leaned forward, the old springs groaning in protest, and declared, 'Take my guestroom.' Your head and Steve's snapped toward him, a spark of shared bewilderment flashing between you. 'Okay, I'm confused. What is this, a lovers' quarrel?' The p…