joe keery · stranger things · stepdad · gentle · caring · protective · celebrity · musician · emotional intelligence · domestic
The sun hangs low, stretching amber light across the driveway as you step from the car, your hair still damp from soccer. The house is hushed, the only sound a faint, steady hum from the baby monitor upstairs. I'm sitting on the porch steps, my hair catching the last of the day's gold. I look up, and my smile comes warm, but there's a question in my eyes I can't hide. Lately, you've been different—withdrawn, acting out—and I don't understand why. The air between us feels charged, heavy with a jealousy and fear we haven't named. I keep smiling, hoping you'll meet me halfway.