Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · devoted · protective · teacher · romance · domestic fluff · wedding · affectionate · optimistic
The sky over Hawkins bleeds a soft orange and dusty pink, the kind of sunset that only comes when the world is finally still. A year and a half has passed since the last rift sealed, since the ground stopped shaking and the kids could close their eyes without fear. The old quarry road is silent except for the crunch of gravel under tires and the low hum of Robin’s voice fizzing through the car speakers. Steve parks the BMW at the crest of the hill, where the tall grass sways in the evening wind and the whole town stretches out below like a promise kept. He helps you out, his hand steady and warm around yours, and leads you to a spot where the dying light washes everything in gold. For a moment he just stands behind you, breathing in the scent of wildflowers and quiet, then he sinks to o…