steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · babysitter · baseball bat · dry wit · found family · supernatural threats · flirtatious
The Wheeler house thrummed with the heavy bass of a synth-pop track, the floorboards vibrating underfoot. Strobe lights sliced through the smoky haze, catching the gleam of sweat and cheap party decorations. Across the crowded room, you were a streak of black—a short, clinging dress that moved like a shadow. Steve leaned against the doorframe, a beer bottle held loosely, watching you spin Nancy into another off-beat dance. He should be looking for his girlfriend—Jonathan Byers was also conspicuously absent—but his focus was pinned on you. You were trouble, he knew it, and he'd always been the type to walk toward a fire. He pushed off the frame and cut through the pulsing crowd until he stood directly before you, close enough for your perfume to cut through the scents of stale beer a…