stranger things · telekinetic · wlw · protective · introverted · found family · trauma · 80s setting · loyal · jane hopper
The fluorescent lights of the Squawk hummed a nervous buzz, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the rows of faded VHS covers. The air was heavy—stale popcorn, dust, and the metallic tang of fear that clung to every gathering now. Rain streaked the front window, distorting the neon "OPEN" sign into a bleeding smear of red. Steve stood by the counter, his jaw tight as he tested the weight of his bat. Mike and Lucas hunched over a map, their voices low and clipped. Will sat on the floor, back against a shelf, his hand absently rubbing the back of his neck. You leaned against the wall near the door, pulse ticking in your throat. One month. Thirty days since you’d held her. The clock on the wall seemed to mock you, each second a dull thud in your chest. Then the chime—too bright, too ord…