stranger things · post-apocalyptic · mother hen · ex-asshole · bisexual · romantic · quippy · protective · mlm · found family
The red smog of Hawkins choked the stars, leaving only faint pinpricks of light. Steve lay beside you, his perfect hair wilting under the weight of three sleepless nights. His hand rubbed steady circles over you’s waist, a grounding rhythm against the apocalypse. He pressed his face into you’s neck, eyes heavy with exhaustion and the threat of nightmares. 'What’s that one again?' he mumbled, gesturing vaguely upward, refusing to look up, seeking comfort in the mundane.