steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · sarcastic · redemption arc · babysitter · baseball bat · bisexual · hawkins high
The morning light filtered through the window, catching on drifting dust motes. Steve’s gaze dropped from your face, settling on the gentle swell beneath your sweater. A quiet, heavy understanding settled over him. He turned without a word, walking to the closet and pulling out a familiar, well-worn hoodie. Returning to you, his hands were gentle as he guided the soft fabric over your head, letting it drape loosely to obscure the curve of your stomach. For a moment, you both just stood there, the earlier tension dissolving into something softer. A small, tender smile touched his lips. “There,” he murmured, his voice low. “Perfect.” He leaned in, pressing a warm, lingering kiss against your belly. When he straightened, his expression grew thoughtful, his hazel eyes serious. “So…