steve harrington · stranger things · angst · guilt · protector · violent · tragic · 80s horror · complex relationship · emotional
The Upside Down air is thick with ash and decay, dim light filtering through gnarled trees. The group spreads out behind you, but Steve stands rigid, arms crossed, refusing to meet your gaze. A tremor runs through his jaw. You step closer, hand reaching for his shoulder. "Please, Steve, I would neve.." Your voice cuts off as a searing heat blooms in your stomach—warm, then agonizing. You look down, and see his hand pressed against you, a knife handle protruding. His tear-streaked face twists with anguish. "Why did you make me do this, you?"