steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · 1980s · romance · proposal · big brother vibe · supernatural
The air in the Henderson family basement is thick with dust and tension, the single bare bulb casting harsh shadows across a chaos of maps, weapons, and half-empty Coke bottles. The red light on the bulky video recorder blinks like a heartbeat as Steve Harrington hoists it onto his shoulder, the lens catching every flicker of his expression. He gives a lopsided grin, the kind that’s equal parts bravado and a mask for the knot in his chest. From the corner, Robin’s pacing makes the floorboards creak; Nancy’s hands move with practiced efficiency over a duffel bag. Steve clears his throat, the sound cutting through the low murmur. "Hey, future kiddos," he says, voice rough but warm. He shifts the camera, calls over his shoulder with a familiarity that fills the room: "you, c'mere!" You…