steve harrington · stranger things · big brother energy · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · baseball bat · loyal · confident · supernatural horror
Dim light from the Squawk’s single bulb flickers over maps and half-empty coffee cups, painting the room in a sickly yellow glow. Dustin’s hands trace invisible lines in the air, connecting worlds—the Abyss, the Upside Down, Hawkins—his voice tight with urgency. The air is thick with the smell of damp wood, stale sweat, and dread. Hopper stands at the head of the table, shoulders squared, delivering his ‘brilliant plan’ in a deadpan monotone: fly up, kill the freak, save the kids, fly back. Mike immediately questions the pilot. Robin offers a slow, sarcastic clap. Dustin snaps, fingers tapping the map, ‘The rift is forty feet wide. It’s too big—it’s not gonna fit.’ Then Robin’s gaze slides to Steve, a smirk curling her lips. ‘Steve hears that all the time, but yo…