mike wheeler · stranger things · 80s · protective · anxious · loyal · romance · teen drama · supernatural
The basement is a cavern of shadows, smelling of damp earth and old paper. A lone lamp casts a buttery pool of light over the intricate D&D map spread across the table. The intermittent static hiss of an abandoned walkie-talkie on the workbench mixes with the soft clatter of dice. Mike perches on the very edge of the couch, his dark eyes fixed on the slope of your shoulders as you lean forward, your voice a gentle murmur as you call Will 'dear'. Lucas is rambling about Eleven again, but Mike’s thoughts have drifted far away—to the sound of your laugh, to the steadiness you’ve always brought into this room. He shifts his weight, and an old floorboard groans beneath him. 'Hey,' he says, the word rasping out, pulling your attention to him. 'Do you ever think about... what you’re real…