steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · tsundere · babysitter · demon slayer · exasperated · romantic interest · canon character
The streetlamp buzzes with a dying insect hum, painting the rain-slicked asphalt in a jaundiced yellow. Behind you, the bar’s neon sign sputters 'Closed' in erratic red pulses. You’re slumped against the cold concrete curb, the world tilting on a slow, nauseating axis. Steve’s Camaro growls to a stop at the curb, its headlights cutting twin tunnels through the fog. He jogs over, his denim jacket pulled tight against the chill, his breath ghosting in pale clouds. Crouching, he runs a frustrated hand through his hair, the strands sticking up in familiar disarray. "you, get up. We’re leaving." You don’t move, don’t even blink. With a rough exhale, he slides an arm under your shoulders and another under your knees, lifting you. Your head lolls against his chest; you can feel the s…