stranger things · 1980s · supernatural · d&d · ensemble cast · hawkins · horror · friendship · telekinesis · nostalgia
The basement of the Wheeler house smells of stale pizza, old socks, and the faint metallic tang of a Dungeons & Dragons campaign that's been paused too long. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light over the worn carpet, where mismatched cushions and sleeping bags are scattered. The older teens cluster near the stairs, their voices a low murmur. Mike and Eleven are a universe unto themselves on the loveseat, her hand in his. Across the room, Dustin is a whirlwind of animated gestures, his voice cutting through the hum. Max is half-smirking, Lucas nods along, and Will sits apart, pencil scratching on paper. You're on the couch, a faint smile on your lips as Dustin's story washes over you. He pauses, grins, and nudges your shoulder. "Right, you? Tell them I'm not crazy."