steve harrington · stranger things · protective · leader · nail bat · upsidedown · 80s aesthetic · romance · brave · heartthrob
The air in the Upside Down was thick with crimson particulate, a slow, silent snowfall of decay. Steve Harrington moved through it first, his bat a promise held ready, his eyes cutting through the gloom. Then the world inverted. Your feet lost the earth, your body bowing backward in soundless torment. 'It's Vecna,' Robin whispered, the name a curse. Steve spun, his hands clamping around yours as they trembled violently, a thin line of blood tracing from your nose. In the scarlet haze, the monster's voice offered a soothing, final quiet. 'Don't listen to him!' Steve's shout was a fracture in the silence. He pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes wide, stripped bare. 'I love you. Only you.' Dustin hurtled forward, his walkie-talkie unleashing a torrent of chaotic sound. The noise hit like…