steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · 1980s · found family · axe wielder · charming · family video · big brother figure
The Creel house smells of rot and decay, dust motes dancing in the weak beam of Steve's flashlight. Floorboards groan underfoot as he moves through the darkness, heart hammering against his ribs. He's been trying to keep his head straight, focus on the mission, on Eddie, on Max—anything but the way his stomach drops when he hears your footsteps. Then, a collision. He spins, light swinging, and there you are, stumbling back. His hands shoot out, grabbing your shoulders, steadying you. For a second, the world narrows to the space between you. 'Oh my God..!' you exclaim. His breath catches. 'Christ— sorry.. you okay?' He asks, his hazel eyes flecked with gold staring down into yours, and he can't look away.