Monster Fighter | Steve Harrington
Summary: After Steve gets injured in the upside-down, you take it on yourself to patch your boyfriend up, even if he blames himself.
Genre: Hurt/comfort, angst, romance.
Warnings: mentions of injury, season 4 spoilers
Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN! Reader.
Word count: 1.4k
A/N: This is my first Steve fic in nearly two years because unsurprisingly I fell in love with him. So enjoy this little piece I wrote to get into ST again.
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If someone had told you that you’d be fighting messed up bat monsters during your spring break, trying to destroy someone called Vecna and suddenly in another dimension with your boyfriend, you would have probably told them they were crazy.
But to your surprise, and absolute horror, they would have been completely correct. You’ve only been in the upside-down for a couple of moments before bats are trying to eat Steve alive like he’s the only meal for miles. And it’s not a pretty sight. He’s sweaty, covered in dirt and blood and gross lake water, and his chest and stomach are littered with bites from the bats, large gashes that are getting redder and redder with each passing moment.
Except none of you has time to think about his condition before you’re suddenly running towards the woods, looking for a safe place to hide from the next wave of bats. You’ve grabbed Steve’s hand in yours, tugging the poor man along with you, screaming for him to run even though you can tell he’s already weak from the bat attack. Nancy, Eddie and Robin are right behind you, ducking and weaving around the trees, jumping over the tentacles that covered the earth and then Eddie’s pulling you and Steve towards a small outcropping of rock that has just enough space for the five of you to cower under until the bats pass.
None of you speak, eyes wide as you all look up towards the sky. Thankfully, no bats or other nightmare-inducing monsters are coming your way, and more a moment you can all breathe, take some time to sit down.
Well, that’s what would have happened before Steve nearly fainted against a rock. He’s slumped against it, breathing heavily and gripping his sides tightly. Forehead covered in sweat and torso covered in grime, he’s not looking like the pretty picture you’re used to seeing. You go to him, grabbing onto his shoulders gently and getting a look at his face for the first proper time since you found him in this horrendous place.
“Hey, woah, Steve, babe look at me.” You press a hand to his cheek, feeling his hot skin and the slight stubble that grew there. He was shaking as if he couldn’t keep a balanced temperature, and he leaned into your touch, eyes closing slowly. “Shit, I think we need to get him to a hospital.”
“Well, we’re going to need to figure something else out, because I don’t know about anyone else but I sure can’t see a hospital anywhere near us.” Eddie’s voice was shaky, trying to keep his fear at bay as you looked closely at Steve’s wounds. Your boyfriend winces slightly when your fingers brush over the damaged skin of his stomach, and you let a soft apology slip out.
“I know, Eddie. Just…give me a moment to think.” You’re still looking at the wounds, trying to guess how deep they are, how much blood Steve might have lost and if he might have caught any infections from the bat bites. As Robin said, rabies would not be ideal.
“Here, use these.” Nancy is tapping you on your shoulder, offering some strips of material that are off her and Robin’s shirts. You smile gratefully, thankful that someone is thinking with a straight head. “They might be good for bandages in the meantime. Wherever we go next might have some more first aid supplies.”
“And here I was thinking Dustin was being paranoid by keeping a first aid pack in his backpack.” The comment from Steve earns a small chuckle from you, knowing that he was coping for now.
“Okay, joker, hold still. I’m gonna wrap these around the bites. Hopefully, they’ll slow the bleeding and keep dirt and grit out of them.” Steve nods, watching as you move closer to him, placing a firm hand on his chest to steady him against the rock.
It takes some concentration to get the strips of material around his torso, tied tight enough that they won’t move, but not so tight that they were cutting into the damaged skin. Steve grits his teeth for a moment when you secure one of the strips in place, and you look up at him, worried that you’d accidentally hurt him.
“Well, look at you go, sweetheart. Should be a doctor someday.” Steve lets his head fall slightly so it’s resting against your shoulder, and one of his arms hooks around your waist, pulling you in towards him. “Sorry for causing so much trouble.”
“Hey, none of that now. You’re never any trouble to me, baby.” You step away slightly to check your handy work, and Steve grabs your hand in his, not wanting you to be further away. “How do the bandages feel? Not too tight?”
“They feel fine, we should probably keep going.” Steve goes to push himself off the rock, except once again he nearly crumples over, falling against you and grabbing onto your waist to steady himself. Eddie is right by your side to help Steve back up, and even though your boyfriend is grumbling about being manhandled, he lets the two of you position him sitting up against the rock.
“I think, for the time being, you should rest and let the others and I do the planning.” Steve opens his mouth to protest, but you stop him gently, sitting next to him against the rock and letting him lean on you. “Hush, Harrington, rest, you need it.
He gives up then, slumping against your frame in defeat, eyes half shut as he listens to Nancy, Eddie, Robin and you try and come up with a plan. It’s nice for a while, despite the terrifying circumstances. Being like this reminds him of all the other times you had to patch him up after a fight or some unforeseen accident. Bandaging his wounds with soft touches, gentle words and small kisses against fragile skin. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the pair of you, though you both wished it was.
He’s wrapped your hand in his own, his other arm around your waist to pull you against him, trying to get some sort of comfort in this very uncomfortable time. He can hear the others speaking, but he’s not bothering to listen anymore.
“You know, you didn’t have to dive in after me.” His words take you by surprise, or more so his voice does. You look at him and notice the way he avoids your gaze while his hair falls in front of his face. “It was stupid and reckless and now you’ll probably get hurt too. I didn’t expect you to come in and–.”
“And I would follow you until the world stopped spinning, Steve Harrington. I was always going to follow you, you hear me? Nothing you could have said or done would have changed that. Look, I know you’re scared, hell, I’m scared too, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you. There was no way I was staying on that boat after you nearly drowned.” You hope you got the message across, but still, Steve wants to argue and not rest. He turns to face you then, taking both of your hands in his and letting out a deep breath.
“What if something happens to you down here? I wouldn’t be able to take that, sweetheart. If Vecna gets you, or one of the bats attacks you, it would be all my fault because you’re down here because of me.” He stops to breathe for a moment, before continuing with his heartfelt speech. “You’re my partner, you’re my responsibility, and I promised Dustin that I’d always take care of you.”
“And you are also my responsibility, Steve. I love you, and I’m not letting you go through this alone no matter what you say. Now, please, before I have to knock you out myself, rest.” Steve chuckles at that, and finally lets the topic drop.
“Still so demanding, baby. Do I get a kiss in return for rest?” He knows he’s being ridiculous, but hearing him laugh and watching him smile is something you needed desperately at this moment. So you don’t hesitate to move closer to him and press your lips gently to his.
His hand is in your hair then, deepening the kiss with a small breath and for a while, the both of you can forget what was happening and where you were. He was okay for now. You were okay for now. And you’d be okay if you stuck together.
Steve would always be the monster fighter, and you’d always be the doctor there to patch him up, through thick and thin, and through monster bats and bullies.
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