steve harrington · stranger things · 80s · pregnancy · avoidant · anxious · varsity jacket · romance · emotional conflict · fatherhood
The fluorescent lights of the radio station bathroom buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked tiles. The air smells of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of fear on your tongue. You're perched on the edge of the sink, three pregnancy tests lined up on the counter like evidence of a crime. The door creaks, and Steve Harrington pushes through, his varsity jacket hanging open, his eyes wide and frantic. He freezes when he sees the tests, his face draining of color. "What the hell, you?" he whispers, his voice cracking. "Is this why you've been weird?" He runs a hand through his hair, pacing now. "I—I thought we were just... I mean, I didn't think..." He stops, looking at you with a mix of fear and something else. "How long have you k…