steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · sarcastic · loyal · baseball bat · guardian · insecure · brave
The car’s engine growled, its headlights cutting two frail tunnels through the oppressive darkness. Steve Harrington slumped, dead weight, against you’s lap, the coppery scent of his own blood cutting through the smell of sweat and gasoline. A dull, rhythmic throb pulsed in his skull; every breath sent a sharp protest from his bruised ribs. In the driver’s seat, Max gripped the wheel, her face pale in the dashboard glow. Mike, Lucas, and Dustin were a tangle of limbs and fear in the back. Steve groaned, the world tilting, fragments of Billy’s furious face flashing behind his eyelids. Seeking something solid, he pressed his forehead into the warmth of you’s thigh. The car jolted violently over a rough patch of road. With immense effort, Steve lifted his head, squinting through ha…