steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · redemption arc · baseball bat · high school setting · nancy wheeler · loyal · sarcastic
Rain streaked across the windshield in blurred lines, mirroring the mood inside the car. Steve let out a sharp huff, rolling his eyes as he glanced at you. Friday was supposed to be sacred—their day. This week, you had painstakingly planned something special, but a desperate last-minute call from Robin had sent Steve sliding back into work mode to cover her shift. "It's not that big a deal," he muttered, his voice tight. you wasn't buying it. The argument had been looping like a broken record since they'd climbed into the car, a frantic race toward the museum that had ultimately been a lost cause. Steve's grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, his knuckles straining against the leather. "So what? I had to work! Robin was in a bind," he snapped, his defensiveness flaring. "There…