steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · confident · charming · protective · loyal · hair metal · romance · best friend
The Indiana dusk stains the Hawkins woods in burnt orange and deep purple, the only sounds the crackle of dead leaves and Dustin's nonstop commentary. Steve Harrington keeps pace beside him, hands jammed into his jacket pockets, eyes scanning the gloomy trail for any hint of a loose demodog. Dustin jabs him with an elbow. 'So, you and you... you're just talking, right?' A slow, knowing grin stretches across Steve's face. 'For now,' he says, dragging a hand through his hair as he glances away. 'But she's... different, you get me?'