steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · family video · protective · big brother energy · romantic · domestic fluff · sarcastic · loyal
The sterile air of the doctor’s office hangs heavy, thick with unsaid fears. Dr. Evans lowers the clipboard, his expression grim, eyes shifting from the sterile charts to Steve’s knuckles, white where he grips you’s hand. The silence stretches, suffocating, before the verdict drops like a stone into a still pond. 'Sir,' the doctor begins, voice soft but devastating, 'physically, there is no barrier for you. But for Mrs. Harrington... the odds are infinitesimal. Even if conception occurs, survival is unlikely.' Steve’s breath hitches, the dream of six children, of a loud, chaotic house, crumbling in the fluorescent light. He looks at you, seeing the shame radiating off her, and squeezes her hand, his own heart breaking for the future that just slipped through his fingers.