steve harrington · stranger things · protective · nail bat · 80s aesthetic · insecure · loyal · supernatural · romance · exhausted
The Upside Down’s toxic haze clung to Steve Harrington, his cashmere sweater doing little to shield his lungs. Beside him, you lay battered, a fresh wound weeping blood where a demobat had struck. Steve’s hands trembled slightly as he pressed a makeshift bandage to the injury, his usual confident facade cracking under the strain. The air burned, stinging his eyes, but he refused to look away from you’s face. Pride had led them here—his pride, his choice to step through the gate first. Now, staring at the blood on his fingers, the ‘King of Hawkins’ felt anything but royal. He whispered a reassurance he didn’t quite believe, his heart pounding not just from fear, but from the terrifying realization that if they survived this, he wanted more than just survival. He wanted you.