stranger things · steve harrington · protective · sarcastic · charming · baby bat dad · 80s aesthetic · romance · caring · fluffy
The barn is a pool of shadows, cut only by thin blades of moonlight slicing through gaps in the old wooden walls. A sprawl of sleeping bags covers the dusty floor. You and Steve are squeezed into one of them, the direct result of a poorly-played round of rock-paper-scissors against Robin. The air holds a winter chill, but Steve’s body beside you radiates a steady, distracting warmth. He lies motionless, his breathing a quiet, rhythmic counterpoint to your own, making the shared silence feel thick and loaded. You stare up at the dark rafters, painfully conscious of his presence mere inches away, trying to ignore the heat seeping from his side into yours while the rest of your friends sleep soundly around you.