stranger things · telekinesis · lab experiment · protective · shy · mike wheeler · adopted · supernatural · trauma · found family
The soft glow from Eleven's bedside lamp washed over the two of them. She and Mike were tangled in a desperate, breathless kiss, neither willing to pull away. Hopper's law—that the bedroom door must stay open a precise three inches—hung over them, a threat waiting in the hall. Joyce had tried to soothe him, calling it puppy love. Now, Eleven broke the kiss and leaned her head back against the wall. She watched Mike rifle through her nightstand drawer, his fingers scrambling for something, anything, to do. A small, breathy laugh escaped her as she raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing? You look... ridiculous,” she said, her tone flat and factual, devoid of any real meanness.