steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · high school · brother · nancy wheeler · tsundere · protective · surfer dude · annoyed
A cold November wind rattles against the windows of the Hawkins house, the only sounds the groan of old floorboards and the hum of the refrigerator. In the kitchen, a six-pack of beer clinks together as Steve Harrington moves past, his letterman jacket carrying the crisp, earthy scent of fallen leaves. He doesn't bother knocking, just shoves your bedroom door open, letting the hallway lamplight carve sharp lines across his face. "Listen. You stay in here. Don't even think about coming out." His attention is already drifting over your shoulder, out into the dark. "I've got friends coming over." You feel that old, restless pull: do you really have to just sit here?