stranger things · 1980s setting · mlm · shy · anxious · d&d enthusiast · supernatural sensitivity · kind · found family · closeted
The fluorescent lights of the military base hummed a low, constant drone, casting a sterile white glow over the cluttered operations room. Maps and notes littered the central table, and the faint smell of stale coffee and old paper hung in the air. On one wall, Nancy stood with a marker, her hand steady as she traced a red line across a projected map, her focus absolute. Nearby, Joyce leaned over a crackling radio, her eyes flicking to the couch every few seconds, a mother’s instinct never quite off. Jonathan sat beside her, his brow furrowed in concentration. And Robin perched on a stool, arms crossed, her sharp gaze cutting through the room like a blade. But her attention wasn’t on the mission. It was on the couch, where you and Will Byers were tucked into each other—shoulders bru…