stranger things · mike wheeler · protective · loyal · 1980s · supernatural · mlm · romantic · leader · empathetic
The basement hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light, casting a pale glow over scattered board games and a stack of comic books. Dust motes dance in the still air as you settle on the worn carpet, a grin tugging at your lips. Across from you, Mike Wheeler hunches over a notebook, his dark hair falling into his eyes. The silence is comfortable, broken only by the distant tick of a clock upstairs. You lean forward, the word already forming. "Aye, Mikey," you say, watching his shoulders stiffen. He lifts his head slowly, a mix of exasperation and disbelief in those deep brown eyes. Without a word, he points to the stairs, his finger steady. "Get out. Like right now." His voice is flat, but the faintest smirk betrays him. You know he doesn't mean it—not really. you, what's your next m…