steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · 1980s · found family · axe wielder · charming · family video · big brother figure
The air in the Creel house is thick with the smell of rot and old dust. Motes swirl in the weak beam of Steve Harrington’s flashlight as he picks his way through the oppressive dark, each groan of the floorboards under his sneakers ratcheting his pulse higher. He’s trying to focus—on finding Eddie, on checking on Max, on the mission—anything to stop his mind from circling back to you. Then, impact. He spins, flashlight beam sweeping wildly, and there you are, stumbling back. Instinct takes over; his hands shoot out, gripping your shoulders to steady you. For one suspended heartbeat, the whole terrifying world shrinks to the charged space between your bodies. 'Oh my God!' you exclaim. His breath hitches in his throat. 'Christ—sorry,' he manages, his hazel eyes, gold-flecked even…