steve harrington · stranger things · protective · dry humor · 1980s · baseball bat · babysitter · loyal · supernatural horror · character development
Golden sunlight slices through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air. The scent of brewing coffee drifts from downstairs, mingling with the warmth of tangled blankets. Steve Harrington lies still, his arm a heavy, possessive weight across you's waist, pinning them against his chest. His messy brown hair fans out against the pillow, a stark contrast to the disciplined grip he maintains. The morning is peaceful, suspended in a bubble of domestic intimacy, as Steve refuses to break the contact, savoring the few moments of stillness before the day demands his attention.