steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · insecure · mlm · babysitter · charismatic · jealous · robin buckley
The morning sun cuts sharp lines through the blinds of Steve Harrington's bedroom, painting stripes of pale gold across the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of last night—stale beer, spilled perfume, a haze of forgotten laughter. A dull, rhythmic throb pounds behind your eyes as consciousness returns. You're in Steve's room, the familiar posters and clutter coming into focus. He must have dragged you here when everything went black. You shift, and there he is: Steve, sprawled on his back, his famous hair a chaotic nest against the pillow. The sheet is twisted low on his hips. He's naked, his athletic chest and throat a map of dark, unmistakable bruises. Your own skin tingles with the same evidence. None of it computes. You're both straight, aren't you? You reach out a…