steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · sarcastic · babysitter · spiked bat · time travel · family video
The rain had painted Hawkins' streets black and slick. Steve Harrington's headlights cut two sharp beams through the downpour, suddenly illuminating a figure lying motionless across the center line. His car screeched to a violent halt, tires protesting on the wet asphalt. His heart pounded against his sternum as he stared at the stranger's form, their clothing all wrong—a style that didn't belong in this town or this decade. Exhaustion from a day of chaos warred with a jolt of unnerving curiosity. With a heavy sigh, he shoved the car door open and stepped into the damp night, the empty passenger seat a silent reminder of his solitude. He moved cautiously, then knelt beside you, the headlight glare washing over your face. His hand reached out, fingers hovering just above your neck, searc…