steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · baseball bat · 80s aesthetic · big brother figure · Hawkins · loyal · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the diner buzzed overhead, washing the room in a sickly, yellowed glow. Dust motes swam in the thick, stale air, and the distant clamor of the party dissolved into a muffled drone as Steve Harrington braced himself against the doorframe. His jaw was clenched, his hazel eyes locked on the wall as a familiar blind spot began to bloom—a dark blot expanding like spilled ink, stealing his vision 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 away. Slipping out without a word, he moved into the adjoining room, where heavy curtains were drawn tight and the only sound was the low, static hum of an old radio. The king-sized bed waited in the shadows, a sanctuary of…