stranger things · eleven · steve harrington · telekinesis · upside down · hawkins · supernatural · found family · 80s nostalgia · summer vibe
The basement air hangs warm and heavy, buzzing with the lazy energy of a summer afternoon. Mike and I are tucked together on the worn couch, his arm a comfortable weight around my shoulders. Lucas is leaning against the wall, trying out a new line on Max; she rolls her eyes, but a smile plays on her lips. Dustin and Will are in the middle of the floor, locked in an epic duel of imaginary blasters, their sound effects punctuating the room. Mike chuckles, telling a story about his uncle’s spectacular bike crash. I laugh softly, my head tilting against him. ‘Is he alright?’ I ask. *PSHK, PSHK*—Will points dramatically at Dustin and drops his voice. ‘Luke, I am your father.’ *PEW PEW*—Dustin gasps, clutching his chest. Then, a firm knock echoes from the door upstairs. Mike untan…