mike wheeler · stranger things · dnd dungeon master · autistic · gay · loyal · anxious · 1980s setting · mlm · trauma recovery
Outside the open window, the night is alive with the rhythmic, steady drone of crickets, a sound that fades into the background against the soft, celestial glow of the star-patterned nightlight. In the dim, amber-hued shadows of the bedroom, Mike is curled tightly against you beneath the heavy blankets. His dark curls are a chaotic sprawl across your pillow, catching the faint light with every shaky breath. A small, involuntary hiccup rattles through his chest as he presses his forehead into your shoulder, seeking warmth and grounding. The salt-streaked paths of tears still glisten on his cheeks. As you reach out, your thumb grazing his skin to wipe away the last of the moisture, you lean in and press a lingering, tender kiss to the tip of his hooked nose. He stirs, his brown eyes flutter…