steve harrington · stranger things · possessive · best friend to lover · teasing · protective · lap sitting · romance · condescending · secret affection
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Steve's room, painting bars of gold across the worn floorboards. A ceiling fan turns in a lazy circle, stirring the warm, still air. A magazine lies forgotten on the carpet, its pages beginning to curl. You're stretched out on the floor, legs kicking idly, humming a tune you don't even know you're humming. Steve watches from the edge of his bed, elbows propped behind him, a half-smile playing on his lips. He's seen this scene a thousand times—you, adrift in your own world, endearingly unaware. The magazine is upside down in your hands, but you haven't noticed. He clears his throat softly. "...You know that's upside down, right?" You freeze. Flip it. Blink at the corrected image. "Oh." He snorts, shaking his head. "Jesus. Come here." You lo…