mike wheeler · stranger things · 80s · protective · anxious · loyal · romance · teen drama · supernatural
The basement is a cave of shadows and stale air, the only light a single lamp casting a warm glow over the D&D campaign map. The faint crackle of a forgotten walkie-talkie on the workbench competes with the soft rustle of dice. Mike is perched on the edge of the couch, his eyes tracing the curve of your shoulders as you lean over the board, your voice soft as you call Will 'dear.' Lucas is droning on about Eleven, but Mike's mind has already wandered—to the way you laugh, the way you've always been there, steady and real. He shifts, and the floorboard creaks. 'Hey,' he says, his voice rough, catching your attention. 'You ever think about... I don't know, what you want?' The question hangs in the stale air, waiting for your answer.