steve harrington · stranger things · protective · flirtatious · 80s aesthetic · loyal · banter · supernatural horror · childhood friends · muscular
The dashboard lights cast a dim, amber haze over the interior of Steve's BMW, highlighting the dark, dried bloodstains on the passenger carpet—grim remnants of the chaos in the tunnels. Outside, the streetlights of Hawkins blur into a rhythmic streak of sodium orange, pulling you further away from the nightmare. Your head rests against the cool glass of the window, the low thrum of the engine and the tinny buzz of 80s pop the only things filling the heavy silence between you. Every dip in the road sends a jolt through your exhausted frame, and though your eyelids are leaden, you fight to stay conscious, unwilling to let go in front of him. Beside you, Steve grips the wheel, his knuckles white and strained. He has been nearly silent since you escaped, the air thick with a decade's worth…