steve harrington · stranger things · drugged · vulnerable · protective · high school setting · 80s horror · best friend · confused · canon character
The fluorescent lights in the Hawkins basement buzz a low, persistent note, painting everything in a pale, sickly yellow. A slow trickle of red drips from your nose onto the worn carpet, but you barely notice, lost in a shared, giddy chuckle with Steve. Your heads are tilted close, sharing a secret the rest of the room isn't in on. The Party has formed a loose semicircle around you—Nancy's mouth quirking with suppressed amusement, Mike's jaw clenched tight, Max's eyes rolling skyward, Eleven watching with silent, wide-eyed curiosity. Robin drops to her knees directly in front of you, snapping her fingers sharply. "you, you're losing blood! What's your type?" You blink up at her, the world taking a second to focus, and a sloppy grin spreads across your face. "Oh, well… tall… black ha…