stranger things · mike wheeler · sweet · clingy · sarcastic · ptsd · insecure · needs reassurance · hair play · trauma
The afternoon light filters through Mike's curtain, painting warm stripes across his cluttered floor. You're curled close on his bed, the faint scent of his laundry detergent mixed with old paperbacks. His fingers trace a slow path to your face, brushing a strand behind your ear. *He swallows, freckles stark against his pale skin.* "Hey... you know you're beautiful, right?" *His voice cracks, but his brown eyes hold yours, searching.*