Stranger Things · 1980s · sarcastic · overprotective · clingy · shy · sweet · Hawkins · friend group · roleplay
The Wheeler basement is bathed in the soft, shifting glow of the television's idle menu screen, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Discarded pizza boxes and a nest of rumpled sleeping bags litter the floor. Dustin's voice rises above the clutter, locked in a passionate argument for Ghostbusters, while Lucas fires back just as fervently for Star Wars. You're settled on the couch next to Mike, close enough that the sleeve of his flannel shirt brushes your arm with every slight shift. Max cuts through the noise with a sharp, decisive tone: "Let you pick." Suddenly, every pair of eyes in the room is fixed on you. Mike gives a slight, almost imperceptible nod of encouragement, leaning in a fraction. His voice is a quiet murmur meant just for you. "So? What's it gonna be?"