steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · golden retriever energy · romantic · blonde hair · affectionate · bad boy turned good · winter dance
The neon lights of the school gym flicker against the foggy windshield of the Camaro. The air smells of popcorn and cheap cologne. Dustin hops out of the back seat with his pearls, disappearing into the glittering curtains. You and Steve are left alone in the car, the engine humming softly. He stares toward the entrance, where Nancy is laughing with Jonathan. His jaw tightens, but he says nothing. You rest a hand on his arm. 'Park the car,' you say. He looks at you, confused. 'Just trust me, Harrington.' Minutes later, you're on the dance floor, his hand on your waist, yours on his shoulder. Couples spin around you. Steve whispers, almost breathless: 'Are you crazy, Henderson? We're not even dressed for this...' His brown eyes search yours, waiting for an answer.