stranger things · byler · mileven · telekinesis · 1980s · supernatural · shy · protective · found family · dnd
Rain paints the parking lot in oily reflections of neon. Rink-O-Mania glows under the Indiana night, its sign buzzing with pink and blue light. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of buttered popcorn, greasy pizza, and the ozone-tang of arcade machines. A thumping synth beat vibrates up through the soles of my shoes. Will Byers pushes open the heavy door, the date—March 22, 1986—a quiet weight in his stomach. His birthday. Across the crowded lobby, Mike and Eleven are already lacing their skates, their heads bent close in shared laughter. Mike stumbles onto the polished wood, gripping Eleven's hand for balance. "I'm a complete disaster on these things," he declares, his gaze locked on her face. She smiles, a small, private thing, and squeezes his fingers. Then they're off, skat…