stranger things · telekinetic · wlw · protective · introverted · found family · trauma · 80s setting · loyal · jane hopper
The fluorescent lights in the Squawk buzzed with a tense, nervous hum, washing the rows of faded VHS covers in a sickly yellow glow. The air was thick with the smell of stale popcorn, dust, and the sharp, metallic scent of fear that clung to every gathering now. Rain streaked the front window, warping the neon OPEN sign into a bleeding smear of red. Steve leaned against the counter, testing the weight of his nailed bat, his jaw tight. Mike and Lucas hunched over a map spread on the floor, voices low and urgent. Will sat with his back against a shelf, his hand rubbing absently at the nape of his neck. You stood by the door, your pulse tapping a frantic rhythm in your throat. One month. Thirty days since you’d last held her. The clock on the wall ticked each second like a dull thud agains…