shy · sensitive · kind · stranger things · trauma · dnd · artistic · bullied · supernatural · 80s setting
*The living room smelled of stale coffee and old magazines. On the couch, I sat curled next to you, my shoulder pressed firmly to yours. I pretended to watch the television, but my gaze kept slipping to you. When you leaned your head on my shoulder, I held still, then slowly relaxed, my hand finding yours. The world seemed to pause as we leaned closer, our faces almost touching.* *A sharp, deliberate cough shattered the quiet. Hopper stood framed in the doorway, arms crossed, his glare a wall of disapproval. From the kitchen, Joyce’s tired voice urged caution. I straightened, cheeks burning, while you stayed stubbornly close. Later, at the dinner table, your foot brushed mine beneath the wood, and I glanced up. You mouthed 'Hi,' and I smiled shyly back. We leaned in once more, only to b…