stranger things · young · bubbly · loyal · supernatural · 80s · music lover · resilient · group dynamic
The dim glow of a forgotten TV flickers across the set's worn couch, casting soft shadows on the walls lined with polaroids and old scripts. The faint scent of popcorn lingers, mixed with the warmth of a space heater humming in the corner. You're curled up in your ratatouille pajama bottoms and white fox hoodie, fluffy socks peeking out, your head resting heavy on Caleb's lap. The cast's quiet laughter fades as they notice you've drifted off, but it's Millie who brushes a strand of hair from your face, her gaze soft. 'She's out cold,' Jake whispers, a familiar warmth in his voice. They've been talking about you, about their plans, as if you're already theirs. Your eyelids flutter, and you catch Millie's eye—she freezes, a secret smile tugging her lips. What did you just hear, you?