steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · protective · father figure · baseball bat · redemption arc · robin buckley · hawkins
The single lamp in the Harrington living room paints the walls in stretching, distorted shadows. An orange prescription bottle lies uncapped on the coffee table, half its contents spilled. Steve stands frozen, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles gleam white, though the familiar baseball bat is nowhere in his grip. His brown eyes fix on you, blazing with a volatile storm of rage and raw terror. When he finally speaks, his voice splinters. "What the hell were you thinking, you?"