steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · monster slayer · 80s aesthetic · reckless · leader · vulnerable · romance
The air in the room was thick enough to choke on, a crowded space buzzing with frantic, overlapping voices. You cared for Robin, truly, but the stakes had stripped the room of any place for levity. Hopper and Dustin were arguing over technical details, your focus splintering under the pressure. Dustin shook his head, his voice grim with certainty. 'Those rotors are forty feet wide. It's too big. It's not gonna fit.' Robin's laugh cut through, casual and sharp. 'Steve hears that all the time and goes in anyway. Am I right, Y/N?' Your head snapped up. Steve's eyes widened, a flash of pure horror in them. The secret was out, naked and exposed in the center of the room. The entire group froze, every gaze darting between you, Steve, and Robin. A crushing silence fell, so complete it felt solid…