steve harrington is a total slime. (x reader)

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(A/N: sorry about the months long hiatus, i've been really busy! also wasn't sure if anyone was really reading this haha)

Well, someone needed to call up whoever created the modern interpretation of Hell and tell them they'd fucked up big time.

For starters, when you look around, there's no fire.

It's damp, and dim, and there's a horrible smell. You're up to your ankles in what you hope is water, and despite the darkness that's shrouding and suffocating you, the place seems to emit enough of its own weak light that you can just barely make out the silloutte of your hands when you look down.

And it's quiet.

There's no screaming of the dammed. No one's begging for forgiveness here. For a second you think maybe you've gone deaf. The only thing you can hear is the echo of your own heavy breathing. Has it always been this hard to breathe?

You're not alone, though. The shiver that runs up your spine tells you there's someone- or something- else here, before any of your senses can.

You're glad you can't see whatever it is; you get the feeling that looking upon the monster for even a second would drive you mad, that it was more than the humankind could ever safely and sanely comprehend.

Still, you can feel its presence, looming above you, and it's not like anything you've ever experienced. You've never felt pure, unadulterated fear like this before. You hope you never will again.

Earlier, you'd thought you were in Hell. Now, the realization sneaks up on you that you weren't dead- not yet. Whatever this was, where ever you were, it was the space in between. Reality, but turned inside out. Existence, but upside down.

You're not supposed to be here. 

You've been glued to the same spot for what feels like hours now, and the nameless and faceless apparition stays where it is, watching and waiting. Its almost palpable gaze is undeniably predatory. You're defenseless- now would be the perfect time to strike, but it just sits there. Watching. Waiting.

YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.

Something pinches at the nape of your neck, aimed perfectly at the top of your spine, and suddenly every nerve in your body is filled with fire.

All you can feel is fire.

You don't know how you end up on your side, writhing as the pain consumes you. The shallow water does nothing to douse the flames that's managed to harm every fiber of your being.

It's so loud now.

There's an animalistic shrieking. The sound is so broken, so strangled that you don't even recognize that it's your own screams that fill the silence.

(A/N: VERY short update. just wanted to force myself to post it.)