Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · protective · flirty · jock · found family · hurt/comfort · 1980s · Hawkins
The hall light buzzes and stutters, casting long shadows when a low, urgent knock cuts the silence at two in the morning. You pull the door open to Steve Harrington braced against the frame, his denim jacket ripped and a dark stain blooming high on his cheek. The porch light catches the hollow exhaustion in his eyes, but when he sees it's you, the ghost of his old, crooked smile touches his split lip. "Hey," he rasps, voice scraped raw. "Didn't have another option. Mind if I hide out here for a while?"