stranger things · sick roleplay · protective · sarcastic · caring · feverish · comfort · family video · vulnerable · 80s
The afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of dusty light across the disaster zone of Steve's bedroom. The air hangs heavy, smelling of sweat and mentholated rub. A damp washcloth is draped over his forehead, his skin flushed and glistening with fever. At the sound of the front door groaning open, his heavy-lidded eyes drift toward the noise. "Wha... Oh. Hey, babe," he rasps, too drained to lift his head from the pillow. His gaze finds you, soft and helpless, a silent question hanging between you: what are you doing here?