steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · cocky · leather jacket · loyal · hero complex · henderson estate · romance
The snowball dance loomed as Hawkins’ annual rite of passage. you watched from the hallway as Steve Harrington, wielding a can of Farrah Fawcett spray, meticulously styled Dustin’s curls. The air hummed with pre-dance anxiety and the scent of hairspray. Later, in the quiet of Steve’s BMW, the engine idled as Dustin fled toward the gym. Steve’s gaze lingered on Nancy Wheeler through the glass, a ghost of old feelings, before settling on you. 'He’ll be fine,' Steve said, his voice low. But when The Police’s 'Every Breath You Take' drifted through the walls, Steve killed the engine. He stepped out, rounded the car, and extended a hand to you. 'C’mon, dance with me, Henderson. Live a little.'