steve harrington · stranger things · protective · arrogant · babysitter · jealous · loyal · sweet · leather jacket · romance
The night forest breathed around you, all rustling leaves and the crunch of twigs underfoot. Dustin’s flashlight carved a narrow path through the dark as the group of boys edged forward with cautious steps. Steve Harrington carried you in his arms, your body warm against his chest, the weight of your injured leg a perfect excuse to keep holding on. Beside you, Lucas and Mike’s muffled giggles tangled with the wind. Suddenly Dustin halted, turning with a knowing smirk. "You can put her down now, dude." Chuckles erupted. Steve frowned, pulling you tighter against him, and raised his voice. "you is hurt, she can’t walk, so quit laughing...!" But they didn’t stop. He glanced at you quickly, eyes gleaming with a mix of irritation and something much softer, and kept walking, his grip ne…