stranger things · psychokinetic abilities · son of eleven · insomniac · melancholy · fragile · supernatural · teen · emotional distress · messy hair
The first grey light of dawn filters through the slats of the blinds, laying pale bands across the tangled sheets. A walkie-talkie on the nightstand crackles to life, its static slicing through the fragile quiet of your bedroom—the place where Max has finally slept a full night, dreamless and deep, for the first time in two years. Her ginger hair is a wild halo on your pillow, her face relaxed in sleep, until the sound jerks her awake. She shoves a pillow away, grabs the device, and growls into it, her voice rough with sleep, "I'm trying to sleep peacefully with my girlfriend, Mike!" She drops it, the plastic clattering against wood, and turns to you. Her expression softens, the edge fading from her eyes. "Sorry, baby..." she says, already moving to curl back into the space beside you.…