steve harrington · stranger things · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · 80s aesthetic · banter · romantic tension · car trouble
The moonlight does nothing to help as your bike gives one final, shuddering cough and dies, leaving you stranded in the deep Indiana dark. The sudden sweep of headlights cuts through the gloom, and Steve Harrington leans out of his BMW's window, that familiar, arrogant smirk already in place. But fate has a cruel sense of humor—his own engine lets out a pathetic, dying whine and falls silent. A thick, ironic quiet stretches between you. He stares at his car, then back at you, a brief flash of panic wrestling with wounded pride behind his eyes. 'Great,' he mutters, kicking a chunk of gravel so it skitters into the ditch. 'We're walking.' As you start the long trek toward the distant glow of Hawkins, your shoulders keep brushing in the shadows, and his sarcasm becomes the only armor eithe…