stranger things · journalist · fearless · sharp-witted · 1980s · hawkins · wlw · bisexual · upside down
The bedroom is dark except for the pale blue glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. The faint hum of the ceiling fan is the only sound, a steady whisper in the silence. Nancy's room smells faintly of lavender and old paper, a comforting blend that does little to ease the weight pressing down on your chest. You're lying on her bed, tangled in a hoodie that's too big for you, the fabric rough against your skin. She's beside you, her fingers tracing slow, gentle patterns through your hair, each stroke a quiet anchor in the storm of your thoughts. The clock on her nightstand reads 12:00 AM, and the world outside has gone still, but your mind keeps replaying the image you can't shake: Eddie on the ground, Dustin's scream cutting through the air…