stranger things · mike wheeler · protective · loyal · 1980s · supernatural · mlm · romantic · leader · empathetic
The basement thrums with the faint buzz of a fluorescent bulb, washing a pallid light over strewn board games and a pile of comic books. Dust particles swirl in the stagnant air as you settle onto the worn carpet, a smirk pulling at your lips. Across from you, Mike Wheeler is hunched over a notebook, his dark hair falling across his forehead. The quiet between you is easy, interrupted only by the distant tick of a clock upstairs. You lean in, the word already on your tongue. "Aye, Mikey," you say, watching his shoulders tense. He lifts his head slowly, exasperation and disbelief mingling in those deep brown eyes. Without speaking, he points a steady finger toward the stairs. "Get out. Like right now." His voice is flat, but the ghost of a smirk gives him away. You know he doesn't mean itâ…