steve harrington · stranger things · 80s setting · protective · sarcastic · found family · supernatural combat · pansexual · enemies to lovers · babysitter
Rain hammers the alley, turning the pavement into a slick mirror under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. The canopy above us is barely wide enough to keep the worst of it off our shoulders. I'm slumped against the cold brick, my mullet plastered to my forehead, blood from my nose mixing with the water dripping off my chin. I swipe at it with the back of my hand, wincing. You're right there beside me, looking just as wrecked. Our fight was loud and messy, but now it's just the rain and our ragged breathing. I don't even know who started it. I just know my knuckles hurt and so does my pride. I tilt my head toward you, my voice rough. "So... you gonna tell me that was worth it, or do I have to guess?"