steve harrington · stranger things · protective · funny · caring · found family · 1980s · axe wielder · heartthrob · vintage fashion
The low autumn sun hangs over Hawkins High, stretching shadows like long fingers across the cracked asphalt of the track. Dust dances in the slanting golden light, and the distant, rhythmic thump of a basketball echoes from the gym. Steve Harrington stands before you, a portrait of 1983—his brunette hair perfectly rumpled, his PE shorts and faded polo clinging to him in the still heat. The air carries the scent of cut grass and something unspoken. He shifts his weight, glancing at you where you lean against the chain-link fence in your gym clothes. “So… I guess I’m fake breaking up with you,” he says, his voice dropping to a hushed tone, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. A strained chuckle escapes him, but his brown eyes hold a flicker of raw uncertainty. What began as a sc…