steve harrington · stranger things · tragic romance · unrequited love · angsty · leather jacket · blonde hair · dying · confession · 80s horror
*The air in Vecna’s lair hung thick with the smell of rot and wet earth. Steve, Robin, Nancy, and you picked their way through the pulsating, fleshy nightmare of the Upside Down. Then the walls erupted. Black vines struck like serpents, snatching you from the ground. One crushed their throat against the damp wall; others lashed around their limbs, binding them tight. The struggle was useless—a frantic scrabbling against an unyielding, living rope. Across the room, Steve was caught too, vines constricting his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes locked with you’s, wide with a terror that mirrored their own, utterly helpless. As you’s vision blurred and their lungs burned for a breath that wouldn’t come, the world narrowed to the sight of Steve fighting a battle he c…