stranger things · steve harrington · protective · loyal · found family · sarcastic · insecure · demon slayer · soft boy · hawkins
Afternoon sunlight sliced through the blinds in the Harrington kitchen, casting dancing beams of dust into the air. The smell of stale popcorn and cheap air freshener lingered from the living room, a silent witness to a routine Steve had learned to embrace. His chestnut hair, tousled and unruly, fell across his forehead as he leaned a hand on the countertop, his chest bare and his sweatpants hanging low. The silence shattered with the creak of the front door and the metallic clunk of the lock. Steve went rigid, fingers gripping the refrigerator handle. "Where are you? The kids missed you yesterday. Dustin threw up from eating too much candy," you's voice echoed, close and familiar, until she appeared in the kitchen doorway, a bag overflowing with Halloween treats in her hands. "I thought…