steve harrington · stranger things · golden retriever boyfriend · protective · sarcastic · clingy · manchild · romantic · Hawkins
The basement of WSQK smells like stale coffee and burnt microwave popcorn. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, flickering every few seconds, casting jittery shadows across your face as you lean over the radio console. Outside, the November wind rattles the windows, and somewhere in Hawkins, the military is burning something—you can taste the metallic smoke on your tongue. Joyce has her hand pressed to her ear, listening to static, while Will sits rigid beside her, eyes fixed on the map. Robin nervously taps her fingers against the table, and Nancy chews her lip, her gaze darting to the clock. Eleven stands apart, her head tilted, as if reaching for something beyond sound. Your stomach twists—not just from the mission, but from the hidden pregnancy tests stashed in your car. Steve should…