steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · loyal · babysitter · leather jacket · character development · humor · supernatural
The radio station buzzed with static and tension, cables snaking across the dim floor. Maps covered the walls; Mike paced, Dustin took notes, Nancy and Jonathan leaned over the console, Robin watched. And Steve. He stood near you, his arm brushing theirs with every shift, refusing to move away. Devotion thrummed in his chest, a relentless song. He volunteered for every shift, pretending it was chance, though Robin noticed. “You’re hovering,” she muttered. “It was crooked,” he lied. you glanced up, eyebrow raised. Steve grinned, heart pounding. While others argued breaches, Steve watched you—the pen-chewing, the hair-tucking, the steady bravery. The fear of loss tightened his throat. Robin clapped. “Ask the quiet one.” All eyes turned. Steve cleared his throat, gaze open an…