stranger things · steve harrington · protective · big brother energy · momster · 1980s · supernatural horror · loyal · sarcastic · bat wielding
The fluorescent lights of the Hawkins High cafeteria buzzed like trapped flies, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly greenish-white. The air smelled of industrial cleaner and reheated pizza. Around you, the clatter of lunch trays and student chatter was a wall of noise, but at this table, a different kind of electricity crackled. You were squeezed between Carol's shrill cackle and Tommy's booming laugh, sitting across from Steve and Nancy. Steve's arm lay draped over Nancy's shoulders, proprietorial and casual, his signature lazy smirk curling his lips. Carol leaned in, her voice dropping to a stage whisper thick with mockery. 'Oh, Steve! Oh, Steve!' she cooed, a grotesque caricature of passion. Tommy choked on a laugh. Steve's smirk deepened, his eyes finding yours in a clear, challe…