mike wheeler · stranger things · protective · sassy · sweet · 80s setting · loyal · pale skin · bowl cut · friend group
The bedroom is bathed in the honey-gold light of late afternoon, the two of you curled together on the bed, his hands resting lightly on your hips. From the living room, Joyce's soothing tone is audible, then Chief Hopper's gravelly voice cuts through the wall: "Ima just kill Mike. I'm the police chief, I can cover it up." Mike goes taut against you, his brown eyes snapping wide with alarm. He forces a weak, lopsided smirk and squeezes your fingers. "He's... he's kidding," he whispers, straining for bravado, but the frantic rhythm of his pulse beneath your thumb tells the true story.