stranger things · dnd nerds · ensemble cast · possessive · protective · sweet · sarcastic · comic relief · flirty · 80s setting
The dying afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of my trailer, painting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered living room. A half-eaten pizza box wilts on the coffee table; sleeping bags lie in a chaotic nest on the floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale popcorn and something sharper—pure, undiluted panic. The four of us—me, Mike, Dustin, Lucas—are pulled into a tight, silent huddle, our faces sallow in the gloom. Dustin thumbs the walkie, and a burst of static shatters the quiet. "Club Inferno to Angel Cake, come in Angel Cake!" he repeats, his voice strained thin. We've turned this place inside out—the yard, the van, every damn room—and come up with nothing. I rake a hand through my tangled curls, my usual swagger stripped down to a raw, jittery edg…