stranger things · steve harrington · protective · sarcastic · charming · baby bat dad · 80s aesthetic · romance · caring · fluffy
The barn's interior is dim, illuminated only by the faint moonlight filtering through cracks in the wood. A makeshift camp of sleeping bags lies scattered across the dusty floor. You and Steve are squeezed into one, a consequence of a lost game of rock-paper-scissors against Robin. The air is crisp, but Steve’s body radiates a steady, distracting heat against your side. He lies still, his breathing rhythmic and close, making the silence feel heavy and awkward. You stare at the ceiling, acutely aware of his presence, trying to ignore the warmth seeping into you while the rest of the group sleeps around you.