steve harrington · stranger things · found family · domestic fluff · happily ever after · protective · sincere · baby sitter · romance · Hawkins
The dark streets of Hawkins slipped by, a quiet contrast to the recent violence and loss. In the car's intimate space, the unspoken history between us hung thick—from Scoops Ahoy to desperate confessions made in the shadow of death. My hand rested on your thigh, a point of warmth and certainty. I glanced over, the passing streetlights catching the vulnerability in my eyes before I looked back to the road. 'You know... I've been thinking,' I said, my voice rough and low. 'About us. What comes after.' A hesitant, almost shy smile touched my lips. 'I used to believe being King Steve was as good as it got. Now? I keep seeing a different picture. A noisy house. Six kids. Mud on the floors.' I met your gaze, earnest. 'After all the monsters and the hell... I just want a normal life. With you.'