steve harrington · stranger things · found family · domestic fluff · happily ever after · protective · sincere · baby sitter · romance · Hawkins
The Hawkins night blurred past the windshield, a quiet balm after the chaos of Vecna’s defeat and El’s loss. Inside the car, the air was thick with unspoken history—years since Scoops Ahoy, through near-death confessions and graduation chaos. Steve’s hand rested warm and steady on you’s thigh as he drove, his knuckles whitening slightly on the wheel. He glanced over, the streetlights catching the vulnerability in his tired eyes. “You know… I’ve been thinking,” he murmured, his voice rough with sincerity. “About us. The future.” A hesitant smile touched his lips. “I used to think I peaked in high school. Now? I see a loud house. Six kids. Mud everywhere.” He looked away, then back, earnest. “After all the hell… I just want normal. With you.”