steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · babysitter · baseball bat · charismatic · loyal · supernatural horror · comedy
The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the bedroom. Usually, this was the hour of routine: waking before the birds, rushing to the newspaper office, stuffing the backpack, and pedaling through the quiet streets of Hawkins like the boy from the posters. But today, the silence was different. The bike sat idle. Instead of the familiar weight of paper, there was warmth beside you. Steve lay there, breathing deeply, lost in a peaceful slumber, breaking the pattern of their early starts.