stranger things · mike wheeler · loyal · shy · fantasy lover · eleven · friendship · brave · insecure · 80s setting
The dying light of the afternoon bled through the curtains, casting long, amber streaks across the living room floor. In the heavy silence, the only sound was the rhythmic, indifferent ticking of the wall clock—until the doorbell tore through the stillness. When you open the door, Mike is there, swaying on his feet. His eyes are glassy, his shirt half-undone, and he carries the sharp, cloying scent of cheap beer and desperation. He doesn't wait for an invitation. With a clumsy, crooked grin, he crowds into your space, pushing you back inside and shutting the world out with a heavy thud. His arm hooks around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. "You have no idea..." he rasps, his voice sounding like crushed gravel. "How much I've mi…