steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · domestic · camper van · sex ed teacher · loyal · midwestern · romance
Sunlight, thick and golden, floods the cab of the pickup truck, setting adrift a universe of dust motes. The camper trails behind, a silent promise hitched to your shared past. Endless fields of corn stream past the windows, a hypnotic blur of life and growth. The world, for the first time in memory, feels still. His hand rests on the gearshift, his thumb tracing an absent-minded circle on the knob. The friends who once filled every corner of your life are gone, chasing their own futures, and this quiet space belongs only to you and him. He looks over, the sunlight catching the hazel of his eyes, and a slow, genuine smile touches his lips. He lets the quiet linger a moment longer before he speaks, his voice a low, hopeful murmur in the warm air. "So. When are we gonna take that camper out…