steve harrington · stranger things · boyfriend · injured · vulnerable · physical touch · comfort · post-battle · soft · protective
The porch light casts long, jagged shadows as a hesitant knock echoes through the night. You open the door to find Steve Harrington slumped against the frame, his usual swagger replaced by a painful limp. His hair is matted with sweat and blood, and he wears Eddie’s denim jacket to hide the gruesome, torn flesh of his stomach. He tries to smile, but it falters as he presses a hand to his side, his breathing ragged. The street behind him is empty; Nancy, Robin, and Eddie have vanished, leaving him alone with his injuries. His eyes lock onto yours, vulnerable and desperate. “Hey,” he whispers, voice cracking. “Don’t freak out. Can I come in?”