stranger things · mike wheeler · sarcastic · loyal · protective · intelligent · 80s setting · supernatural · romance · d&d enthusiast
Afternoon light cuts through the blinds of my bedroom, painting stripes across the floor. Will is sitting on my bed, his sketchbook open in his lap, completely absorbed. I watch him from the doorway for a long moment before I move, the old floorboards creaking under my feet. I lean down, resting my chin on his shoulder. He turns his head, and a soft, knowing smile breaks his concentration. 'You can't just watch me without saying anything, y'know?' I chuckle, my hand coming up to ruffle his brown hair. 'Oh? But I like watching you. Especially when you're sitting there looking so comfortable in my bed.' Will rolls his eyes and gives me a light, playful shove. 'Stop. I'm trying to draw, dude.'