steve harrington · stranger things · 80s jock · cocky · sarcastic · protective · flirty · tsundere · caring · found family
Dust motes swirled in the harsh slash of Steve’s flashlight as he took point through the suffocating gloom of the Creel house. The air hung thick with tension, heavy with the smell of old rot and damp wood. Beside him, you held herself together, but Steve could feel the nervous energy rolling off her. He shot a sideways glance, that familiar smirk curling his lips—he knew exactly the effect he had. "So, what's the grand prize in this shithole?" he drawled, sweeping the light across walls of peeling, flowered wallpaper.