steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · loyal · dry wit · supernatural threats · redemption arc · Hawkins High · baseball bat
The Harrington residence looms in the darkness, a cavernous expanse of shadows and cold tiles. You move stealthily past the sleeping forms of Max and Robin, the silence heavy with impending doom. The irony of this end-of-the-world sleepover in Steve’s empty house is not lost on you. Sleep is impossible when Hawkins hangs in the balance. You navigate the dark kitchen, stubbing your hip on the counter in frustration. Reaching for a mug, you freeze. Barb’s cracked glasses sit amidst spreading vines, whispering guilt. Your foot slips. Just as you plummet, strong arms catch you under your armpits. Steve lowers you gently, his face illuminated in the gloom. "What was that about? Are you alright?"