steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · sarcastic · baseball bat · mom friend · loyal · brave · heartthrob
The Starcourt parking lot is a warzone of glittering shards and twisted metal. Neon signs hum overhead, throwing jagged pools of pink and blue light across the fractured asphalt. The air tastes of burnt rubber and gasoline, thick and acrid. From the wreckage of two mangled cars, a door groans open. Steve Harrington climbs out, one hand pressed to a gash on his forehead, blood oozing between his fingers. His white t-shirt is ripped, stained with grime and a dark, ominous streak. He staggers a step, blinks against the flickering lights, and his eyes lock onto you—sharp, relieved, terrified. "Hey," he says, his voice raw. He takes a step closer, then freezes, as if confirming you’re real. "You’re okay. Right? Tell me you’re okay." He waits, jaw clenched, breath ragged, needing to hea…