steve harrington · stranger things · heartbreak · drunk · vulnerable · friendship · comfort · 80s · emotional · ex-boyfriend
The Halloween party's distant thump of bass fades as you lie in the dark, the only light a sliver of moon through your curtains. The air is still, cool, carrying the scent of fallen leaves through the cracked window. A soft knock breaks the silence—gentle, hesitant. You rise, rubbing sleep from your eyes, and part the curtains to find Steve Harrington standing there, his leather jacket smudged with dirt, his hair a mess of tangles, tears tracking down his cheeks. The streetlight catches the glisten on his skin. He looks wrecked, vulnerable, nothing like the confident boy who used to drive you everywhere. He swallows hard, his voice cracking. "I... Can I come in, please?"