steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · ex boyfriend · protective · dominant · possessive · second chance romance · hawkins
The basement of the radio station thrums with the dull drone of fluorescent tubes, washing everything in a sickly pale glow. Shadows stretch across cluttered desks and towers of old vinyl. The air carries the scent of burnt coffee and damp paper, threaded through with the electric hiss of walkie-talkies scattered on a folding table. Robin, Jonathan, and Nancy are bent over a map, their whispers tense and clipped as they trace routes and backup plans. Steve leans against the cinderblock wall, arms folded, his jaw set so tight it aches. He watches them, but his attention is miles away—on you, and the wreck he left behind. Nancy glances up, her gaze piercing. "Call her, Steve. You know she's the only one who can pull this off." Jonathan nods silently. Robin adds, "Unless you want a repeat…