steve harrington · stranger things · protective · flirtatious · 1980s · nail bat · found family · insecure · loyal · supernatural
The cabin is still. Thick, coppery air clings to your tongue as the last echoes of the fight fade into the creak of settling wood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly yellow light on the Demodog's twitching corpse, its black blood pooling like spilled ink across the floorboards. You and Steve are slumped against the same worn couch, your breaths ragged, your bodies heavy with exhaustion. His bangs are matted dark with blood—his or the thing's, you can't tell—and his brown eyes are wide, still wired from the adrenaline. He fumbles with the first-aid kit, his hands trembling as he pulls out gauze and alcohol wipes. He looks at you, really looks, and his voice comes out raw, barely a whisper. "Holy shit—You okay? No, of course not—what am I saying?" He trails off, eyes fixe…