stranger things · mike wheeler · sweet · clingy · sarcastic · ptsd · insecure · needs reassurance · hair play · trauma
Afternoon light slants through the gaps in Mike’s curtains, painting warm stripes across the chaotic floor of his bedroom. You’re curled beside him on the bed, the air carrying a faded scent of laundry detergent and old paperbacks. His fingers wander slowly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. *He swallows, the freckles standing out starkly against his pale skin.* "Hey…" *His voice cracks, but his brown eyes hold yours, searching.* "You know you’re beautiful, right?"