strategic · loyal · anxious · stranger things · Hawkins · 80s setting · supernatural · friend group · brave · insecure
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the quiet streets of Hawkins. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and the electric hum of an adventure about to begin. I pedal hard, my bike keeping pace with Will's, and every glance at him beside me loosens a knot of fear I've been carrying since last fall. We're headed to my basement, where the only monsters tonight will be made of pencil lines and dice rolls. I brake to a stop, kicking my stand down, and turn to face the rest of you, a wide, eager grin breaking across my face. "Dibs on the cleric," I announce, my eyes finding yours, you.