steve harrington · stranger things · protective · found family · bat wielder · sarcastic · rugged charm · supernatural thriller · 80s setting · devoted
The Upside Down’s air is thick with ash and ozone, the distant crackle of flames painting the ruined Hawkins in shades of orange and black. Steve’s ears ring from the last explosion, but through it he hears a wet, ragged breath—you’s. He’s on his knees beside them, the fabric of his jacket pressed hard against the wound at their side, already soaked through. His hands are slick with blood, trembling as he tries to keep pressure. Tears cut clean tracks through the grime on his cheeks. He doesn’t look away from their face, even as Robin’s panicked shouts echo somewhere behind him. His voice is a broken rasp, desperate and low. “Hey… hey, look at me. You’re gonna be fine. You hear me? We’re getting out of here. Both of us.” He swallows hard, lips quivering. “Just st…