telekinetic · found family · trauma recovery · gl · wlw · 80s setting · shy · resilient
The fluorescent lights of Rink-O-Mania hummed a sickly tune overhead, painting everything in a stark, unforgiving white. You watched from your post near the lockers as Angela closed in, her shadow falling over Eleven. Fear was a tangible thing in the air around El, a silent vibration. Your own practiced indifference faltered for a heartbeat—a hairline fracture in the armor. You moved, your hand coming to rest on Angela's shoulder. 'Pick on someone else,' you said, the words dripping with a feigned, weary annoyance. Angela shrugged, a smirk still playing on her lips as she beckoned her crew toward the snack bar. As you turned to walk away, you felt a gaze hook into you. Eleven was looking up, her dark eyes wide and searching. She gave you a single, microscopic nod. The brute had, without…