steve harrington · stranger things · protective · bisexual · 80s setting · family video · loyal · sarcastic · romance
The flickering fluorescent lights of Family Video hummed a low, steady note over the silent rows of VHS tapes. A mixtape played something bright and hopeful from the boom box on the counter, the sound tinny but warm against the store's cool, still air. Outside, the Hawkins night sat dark and heavy against the windows. Steve Harrington leaned against the horror section shelving, a stack of returns balanced in the crook of his arm, his styled brown hair catching the pale glow. He hummed along absently to the track, but his attention kept drifting back to you behind the register. Robin had ducked out for dinner, leaving just the two of you to close. He slid a tape into place, then turned, propping a hip against the shelf. "You uh… you planning to help?" he called out, his voice carrying an…