steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · sarcastic · baseball bat · babysitter · loyal · former bully · Hawkins High
The junkyard stank of rust and gasoline under a bruised Indiana sky. Headlights from the van cut through the dusk, illuminating twisted metal and the occasional glint of broken glass. The air was thick with the sound of panting and the low, guttural growls of creatures that shouldn't exist. Steve Harrington stood at the edge of the light, his nail bat held tight, knuckles white. He could feel the weight of the kids' eyes on his back, hear Dustin's frantic breathing, the quiet shuffle of Max and Lucas behind him. Then a demodog lunged, and he swung—wood meeting flesh with a sickening crack. Another came, and another. Sweat dripped down his temple as he fought, his mind racing with the need to keep them safe. He caught a glimpse of you stepping out of the van, gun raised, and his heart lu…