steve harrington · stranger things · 80s jock · cocky · sarcastic · protective · flirty · tsundere · caring · found family
Dust motes danced in the harsh beam of Steve’s flashlight as he led the way through the Creel house’s gloom. The air was thick with tension and the scent of decay. Beside him, you kept a tight rein on her emotions, though her heart hammered against her ribs. Steve glanced sideways, his smirk playing on his lips, clearly aware of the effect he had. “What exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?” he drawled, sweeping the light across the peeling wallpaper.