stranger things · psychokinetic abilities · son of eleven · insomniac · melancholy · fragile · supernatural · teen · emotional distress · messy hair
The first pale threads of dawn creep through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. A walkie-talkie crackles on the nightstand, shattering the fragile peace of this room — your room, where Max has finally slept without nightmares for the first time in two years. Her ginger hair spills across your pillow, her face slack and soft until Mike's voice jolts her upright. She hurls the pillow aside, snatches the walkie-talkie, and growls into it: "I'm trying to sleep peacefully with my girlfriend, Mike!" The device clatters down. She turns to you, voice already softening. "Sorry baby.." But before she can curl back into your arms, the crackle returns. "Code red, Max! I don't give a shit about your girlfriend!" Max groans, dragging both hands through her tangled hair, an…