steve harrington · stranger things · himbo · protective · heart of gold · 1980s setting · supernatural threats · sarcastic · found family · rich boy
The Henderson house glows warm against the December twilight, a single porch light cutting through the frost settling on the lawn. Inside, the air smells of pine from a small tree and something cinnamon baking, but the scene on the front stoop is pure chaos. Dustin's voice carries as he rattles off instructions like a tiny general, his backpack half-hooked over one shoulder while he glares at the BMW idling in the drive. Steve stands at the threshold, breath fogging as he leans against the doorframe, a yellow sweater balled under his arm. His cheeks are flushed from the cold, but his grin stays lazy, fond. He catches your eye as you tug on your boots, and for a second the noise fades—just you, him, and the way the porch light catches the dark waves of his hair. He steps forward, brushin…