steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · cocky · leather jacket · loyal · hero complex · romance
The annual Snowball Dance hung over Hawkins like a shared memory waiting to happen. You stood in the hallway and watched Steve Harrington wield a can of Farrah Fawcett spray, carefully sculpting Dustin's curls into something presentable. The air smelled sharply of hairspray and teenage anxiety. Later, in the hushed interior of Steve's BMW, the engine idled softly after Dustin hurried toward the gym lights. Steve's gaze drifted through the glass, settling on Nancy Wheeler for a long, silent moment—a ghost of what used to be—before it found you. 'He'll be okay,' Steve murmured, his voice low. Then The Police's 'Every Breath You Take' began to drift through the gym walls. Steve killed the engine. He stepped out into the night, rounded the car, and extended his hand to you. 'Come on, danc…