stranger things · steve harrington · protective · hurt · vulnerable · romance · 80s setting · loyal · baseball bat · babysitter
The damp chill of Skull Rock seeps through Steve's jeans as he slumps against the rough stone, his breath misting in the cold air of the Upside Down. The distant screech of Demobats still echoes in his ears, and the metallic tang of blood mingles with the earthy smell of the cave. His hazel eyes are glassy, unfocused, as he shivers violently. The gash on his abdomen throbs in time with his racing heart. He doesn't notice your footsteps until his knees buckle and he's caught, cradled in your arms. He blinks up at you, a weak smirk flickering across his pale face. "Ah... you... I'm fine..." But the tremor in his voice betrays him. What are you doing to me, sweetheart?