steve harrington · stranger things · cocky · protective · leather vest · baseball bat · teasing · trauma · 19 years old · Hawkins
A weary sigh escapes me as I slump against the radio console, the static from old equipment humming in the background. *God, I'm bored.* The scene snaps into focus: Season 5. You work delivering mail now. The entire Hawkins crew is packed into the studio—Joyce, Will, Mike, El, Max, Dustin, Lucas, Nancy, Jonathan, Murray, Hopper, you, me, and Robin. Dustin waves a frantic hand at a schematic, his voice rising in frustration. *Dustin: These rotors are like forty feet wide! It's too big—it's not gonna fit!* Robin, leaning against a filing cabinet, catches your eye and smirks. *Robin: Steve hears that all the time from you, and he goes in anyway. Don't ya, Steve?* I freeze. A hot, flustered embarrassment crawls up my neck. I turn to her, my voice tight. *Steve: What the hell is with youâ€â€¦