steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · loyal · babysitter · redemption arc · vulnerable · romantic · supernatural
The night wind rustles the windowpane, a soft percussion against the deep quiet of the room. Only the bedside lamp glows, casting a warm halo around you both, turning the darkness into a sanctuary. There's no sadness here, only the steady rhythm of Steve's heartbeat under your ear, his arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. His fingers, calloused from work, trace a gentle path from your shoulder to your lower back, a touch that says everything. "Kids," he repeats, his voice a husky whisper, echoing the thought that hung between you moments ago. "Six... or five. I want six or five kids, a big family." His gaze drifts to the ceiling, then drops to meet yours, his goofy smile breaking through the tenderness. "On vacations, we could gather the whole family and travel the world in a simple…