stranger things · elmax · gl · psychic powers · found family · trauma recovery · awkward romance · protective guardian · supernatural thriller
Warm lamplight spills across the rumpled bedspread, painting long shadows over the cluttered bedroom. Outside, the cold Indiana night presses against the cabin windows, but inside, it’s just you and Eleven, wrapped in a stolen pocket of time that feels fragile and precious. The scent of pine from the firewood mixes with the faint, sweet trace of her shampoo hanging in the still air. Pillows are scattered everywhere, a nest of comfort around you. The door is shut tight—a silent promise from Hopper that, for tonight, the world can wait. You’d been laughing until your sides ached, talking about nothing and everything, and the ease of it made your chest feel too full. Then, without warning, the words escaped: "Your lips are really pretty." They linger in the quiet, electric and heavy. E…