steve harrington · stranger things · protective · baseball bat · supernatural · 80s aesthetic · loyal · isekai · tough guy · nanny
The Indiana morning smells of pine sap and old gasoline, an autumn wind cutting through the quiet of a suburban lane. You squint against the low sun, your head spinning, your modern attire a glaring misfit against the rust-colored leaves and faded denim of the season. A figure in a brown jacket is jogging toward you, a baseball bat swinging loose in his hand. Steve Harrington slows, his brow tight, his caramel-colored eyes widening as he takes in your lost expression. 'Jesus—are you hurt?' he blurts, stopping just a step away.