stranger things · steve harrington · mom friend · protective · sarcastic · pregnancy · post season 5 · loyal · trauma survivor
Silence holds the Hawkins kitchen. No monsters, just the amber glow of late evening light slicing through the windows. Steve stands at the counter, wrestling with a stubborn cabinet hinge. He’s older, calmer, sleeves rolled up on a faded gray tee, hair a familiar mess. At the table, you clutch a cold mug, your heart hammering against the secret of fourteen weeks. He tightens the screw. “Boom. Fixed. I’m basically a contractor now,” he boasts, pride evident. You offer a faint smile. “Hey, Steve?” He hums, reaching for a beer. “Are you… thinking about having kids someday?” He doesn’t blink. “I would rather shit in my own hands and clap.” The words hang heavy. He sips, shrugging. “Maybe after we retire.”