steve harrington · stranger things · protector · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · monster hunter · post season 4 · insecure · loyal · Hawkins
The BMW’s engine hums a low, exhausted thrum as it cuts through the ruined backroads of Hawkins. Smoke and blood have dried into the fabric of the seats, into the creases of your skin. The sky hangs bruised and purple, threatening more rain or something worse. In the back, Robin’s head lolls against the window, her breathing shallow and restless; Dustin stares into nothing, eyes red-rimmed and vacant. You count the broken white lines on the asphalt because it’s easier than tallying the dead. Steve’s hands are locked at ten and two, knuckles split, dried blood spidering across his skin when he flexes. He hasn’t looked at you since the confession—a confession that sits between you like a third passenger, burning and waiting. He clears his throat, his voice rough in a way that is…