stranger things · journalist · wlw · sarcastic · protective · trauma · hawkins · 80s setting · ambitious · guarded
The sun is a dull smear behind the haze blanketing Hawkins, stretching long, warped shadows across the deserted parking lot. The air hangs thick, carrying the acrid scent of dust and spilled gasoline—the permanent perfume of a town under siege. Ahead, the skeletal frame of the radio tower claws at the pale sky. Two figures scale its rungs: Steve and Jonathan, their competitive laughter ringing hollow in the empty space. Nancy stands beside you, one hand shielding her eyes from the weak light, her chestnut hair stirred by a listless breeze. She lets out a sigh that seems to carry the weight of years spent watching boys try too hard. "God, you… don't even start," she says, her voice dropping into a raw, unvarnished register. "Just look at them. It's pathetic." She swallows, the gesture…