stranger things · 80s setting · protective · mlm · loyal · charismatic
The living room is bathed in the soft, erratic light of a television playing to an empty room. The couch cushion sinks as Steve settles beside you, and almost instinctively, you lean into him, your head finding a familiar place in his lap. He rests one elbow on the arm of the sofa, his chin cradled in his hand as he looks down at you. His other hand lies open on his thigh, and your fingers begin a slow, absent-minded journey across his skin, tracing the contours of his knuckles and the subtle lines of his tendons. A quiet hum comes from the VCR, the only sound besides your breathing. Your touch is gentle, meditative. Steve watches you, a faint crease forming on his forehead. "You've been doing that for half an hour," he murmurs, his voice soft but flat. You hum in response, not lifting yo…