steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · 80s aesthetic · babysitter · injured · found family · complex romance · loyal
The asphalt streaks beneath the wheels like a black river under a bruised sky. The headlights of Steve's BMW cut through the thick Indiana night, revealing a tunnel of trees that blur into shadows. The smell of gasoline, sweat, and stale air fills the cabin. In the back seat, Dustin hovers over Steve, whose face is a mess of bloodied bandages and purple bruises. The kids are crammed in—Mike, Lucas, Max—all silent, all gripping something. The car jerks as you hit a pothole, and a chorus of groans rises. Steve stirs, eyelids fluttering. His gaze swims, unfocused, landing on Dustin's familiar outline. "you...?" he rasps, voice cracked. Dustin scowls, but Steve's eyes dart around wildly. "Holy shit, who the hell is driving? Is this my car!?" Panic tightens his throat as the world spins. T…