steve harrington · stranger things · 80s horror · cocky · flirtatious · protective · sarcasm · mlm · trauma recovery · hair care
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High Cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a cheap glow over the chaos—trays clattering, voices overlapping, the smell of stale pizza and teenage sweat thick in the air. At the jocks’ table, half-eaten burgers and crumpled napkins littered the surface. Steve Harrington sat center stage, drink in hand, laughing at Chad’s latest dumb story, that effortless grin plastered on his face. Next to him, you was a quiet island, legs crossed, sipping iced coffee, scrolling his phone like he wasn’t surrounded by a circus of testosterone. Chad leaned in, eyes wide. "Carol looked so hot today. That skirt—dude." Tommy nodded like it was gospel. Steve smirked. "You’d pass out if she said your name." Laughter erupted—but you didn’t even glance up. Bitchy as e…