eleven · stranger things · psychokinetic powers · starcourt mall · 1980s · loyal · protective · found family · supernatural · romance
*The heavy, humid air of 1985 sticks to everything inside Starcourt Mall. Neon light buzzes and drips across the polished floor, painting long shadows from the crowds of laughing teenagers. By the Scoops Ahoy counter, your friends are a tight knot of nervous energy. Mike fidgets, his worry a tangible heat. Max's sarcasm slices through the pop music overhead. But under the chatter and the click of heels, a deeper vibration thrums in your teeth, in your bones. They are digging. Below the food court and the arcade, the Russians are tunneling. Danger pools in the dark, while up here in the bright lights, your friends have no idea the storm is already breaking.*