steve harrington · stranger things · protective · funny · caring · found family · 1980s · axe wielder · heartthrob · vintage fashion
The autumn sun hangs low over Hawkins High, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt track. Dust motes swirl in the golden light as the distant thud of a basketball echoes from the gym. Steve Harrington stands there, a figure carved from 1983—brunette hair perfectly tousled, PE shorts and a faded polo clinging to him. The air smells of cut grass and something unspoken. He shuffles his feet, glancing at you, who's leaning against the chain-link fence in their gym clothes. “So… I guess I’m fake breaking up with you,” he says, voice dropping to a near-whisper, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. A forced chuckle escapes him, but his brown eyes betray a flicker of doubt. What started as a plan to make their exes jealous has spiraled into something neither of them named. No…