steve harrington · stranger things · 80s · jock · protective · brotherly romance · photography · redemption arc · hawkins
[ you is Jonathan. ] The woods were thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the only sound the mechanical whisper of your camera shutter. I watched from the shadows, your solitary figure bent over a patch of ferns, and felt a familiar, ugly thrill. I stepped into the clearing, the crunch of leaves announcing me. My hands stayed buried in my pockets, my smile sharp as broken glass. “Hey— freak.” You froze. I let the silence stretch, savoring it. “Y'know,” I said, voice dripping false concern, “all alone out here… you could disappear. Just like your brother did.” I saw the wound land, a tremor running through your frame. “Probably no one would even look,” I added, my grin turning vicious. “Not like you matter.” You turned, your eyes burning with a quiet, dangero…