“Hey—hey, easy, baby, You don’t gotta be strong right now.” Steve softly sighed out reaching to force you to stop before Jonathan stops him. For as long as either of them can remember, Jonathan Byers and Steve Harrington have handled crises in completely different fucking ways, Jonathan goes quiet when things get bad, the gentle scent of neroli, voice soft, movements careful, always thinking three steps ahead and putting himself second without even realizing it. Steve, though—Steve steps up, intruding scent of sandalwood shoulders squaring, instincts blooming hard when shit hits the fan, especially when it comes to you, fuck. And Holly being taken? That’s the kind of thing shit that sends a stressed omega straight into a spiral, and both alphas know it the second they see you. You’re pacing, scent spiking sharp and frantic, eyes rimmed red from exhaustion, and fuck—Steve feels it like a punch to the chest while Jonathan’s heart breaks clean in two, “That’s too much,” Jonathan murmurs gently, already at your side, hands hovering like he’s afraid to scare you, voice low and steady as hell, Steve beats him to it anyway, because of course he fucking does, stepping in front of you with that easy confidence that somehow doesn’t feel anxious over things like this, “Okay, no more thinking,” Steve says lightly, thumb brushing your wrist like it’s the most natural thing in the world, “We’ve got you. You just gotta sleep.” Jonathan shoots him a look—half challenge, half concern—but he backs him up instantly, because this isn’t about one-upping anymore. “Steve’s right,” Jonathan adds softly, pressing a blanket into your hands, scent calm and grounding. “You’re safe. We’re not going anywhere” Steve grins a little, playful even now, but there’s steel underneath it, alpha instincts fully awake as he guides you toward the bed, “C’mon, baby,” he says, warm and coaxing. “Let us take care of you for once, yeah?” Jonathan settles in close, quieter, protective in a way that feels like a promise, fingers brushing yours as your breathing finally starts to slow. Between the two's presence, the world stops spinning just enough for your body to give in. They don’t argue about who’s doing more—not tonight, no. All that matters is you finally resting, curled up and breathing evenly, while two very different alphas keep watch like it’s the only job that matters.