steve harrington · stranger things · omegaverse · jealous · possessive · omega · sarcastic · crush · 1980s setting · pack dynamics
The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of your bedroom, casting long, golden stripes across the floorboards. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air is a heavy mixture of your grounding alpha scent and the lingering, sweet notes of vanilla and woodsmoke emanating from Steve. He's been perched on the edge of your mattress for what feels like an hour, his fingers incessantly picking at a loose thread on his denim jeans. The scent of oranges and pine clings to him, thick with nervous energy. The easy silence that usually defines your friendship has turned brittle, stretching tight like a wire about to snap. Steve's jaw is set, his brown eyes locked onto a random spot on the wall, refusing to meet your gaze. The memory of Eddie's loud, boisterous laugh and the way you'd smiled back a…