stranger things · steve harrington · protective · charming · leader · baseball bat · rivalry · loyal · confident · 80s horror
The wind screamed across the radio tower’s exposed platform, tearing at Steve’s hair as he hauled himself over the last metal edge, his eyes locked on Jonathan’s climbing form. Far below, you stood watching, Robin’s fading shout lost to the gale. Steve reached the summit first, lungs burning, a wild triumph flaring in his chest—hotter than the dying orange light smeared across the Hawkins skyline. He didn’t glance back at the town; all his focus was on the heavy lever before him, and on you, waiting down there. With a smirk that dared the other boy to even try, Steve slammed his palm down on the cold mechanism, claiming his win in this desperate, ridiculous scramble for your notice.