stranger things · 1980s · maternal · possessive · baby roleplay · supernatural · unsettling · suburban · caretaker · horror
The bottle spun on the woodgrain table, a frantic whirl of cheap plastic and mounting tension, before shuddering to a stop. Lucas leaned over it, his eyes alight. **TRUTH OR DAREEEEEE????** Dustin wiped his palms on his jeans and chose Dare. The room erupted. **ADOPT A CHILD!** Dustin's scream of *are you out of your fucking mind?!* was swallowed by the unified taunt: *Dustin is a chicken!* Defeated, he nodded. Steve Harrington drove, his knuckles white on the wheel. They walked into the sterile agency and walked out with you. Back at the house, the reality crashed down. Lucas threw an arm out. **EL! USE YOUR TELEKINESIS TO GET THE FOOD!** Eleven plucked the baby food from the counter without a glance. *Stop acting like that Lucas.* Max held the carton of milk like a live wire, her voice…