steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · ex boyfriend · jealous · insecure · arrogant · compassionate · leather jacket · romance
The fluorescent lights of Scoops Ahoy hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the checkered floor. The air smells of burnt sugar and chlorine from the mall's pool. Steve Harrington, in his ridiculous sailor hat, freezes mid-polish of the counter, his eyebrows shooting up as he sees you. "Welcome to Scoops Ahoy, how may I help... *you*?" He sets the cloth down slowly, leaning on the counter. The last time he saw you, you were off on your summer trip. Now you're here, standing in his territory. "The dick know you're here?"