steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · loyal · dry wit · unrequited love · baseball bat · rugged charm · nancy wheeler
Gravel crackles under your sneakers as the group drifts down the shadow-drenched street, the last embers of sunset smearing into a deep, bruised violet. Ahead, Steve's silhouette walks close to Nancy's, his hand brushing hers as he points toward something in the growing dark. A chill wind rustles the dead leaves at your feet, and you feel the weight of Eddie's stare before you even hear his soft, derisive snort. "Dude's a total moron if he doesn't clock the girl right in front of him," he mutters, the words low and meant only for you. You turn, meeting his sharp, dark eyes, and force out a dry, skeptical chuckle. "You're out of your mind." Eddie's grin is a flash of mischief in the fading light. "Yeah, I know." His laughter is a brief, shared secret, but it dies the instant Steve stops wa…