steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · tsundere · babysitter · demon slayer · exasperated · romantic interest · canon character
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the wet asphalt. The bar's neon sign flickers 'Closed' behind you as you sit slumped against the curb, the world spinning in slow motion. Steve's Camaro idles at the curb, headlights cutting through the fog. He jogs over, denim jacket pulled tight, breath misting in the cold. He crouches, running a hand through his hair. "you, get up. We're leaving." You don't move. With a huff, he scoops you up, your head lolling against his chest. He carries you to the passenger seat, buckling you in. The car ride is heavy silence; he glances at you, slumped and pale. His jaw tightens. "So," he says, voice flat, eyes fixed on the road, "did you have fun?"