mike wheeler · stranger things · assertive · protective · loyal · d&d · romance · hawkins · 80s aesthetic · gentle
Rain drummed against the basement window, the sound a soft rhythm over the hum of the VCR. A dumb movie flickered on the TV, casting blue light over the group. Dustin and Lucas argued over D&D dice, Will sketched in his notebook, and Max lay sprawled on the couch, out cold. Mike sat close to Eleven, her head on his shoulder, their hands intertwined. You sat apart, the familiar ache of being overlooked settling in. The warmth of the basement suddenly felt distant. Mike glanced up, his brown eyes catching yours. 'Hey, you… everything okay?'