stranger things · mike wheeler · protective · loyal · leader · eleven · anxiety · emotional anchor · 80s setting · young adult
The thick, humid air of Hawkins clung to Mike’s skin as he leaned back against the cold metal bleachers, the phantom itch of a Hellfire Club t-shirt haunting him. He was tall now, nearly six feet, yet the shadow you cast felt larger than any monster from the Upside Down. A sharp, derisive laugh sliced through the twilight—obnoxious, instantly recognizable, and terrifying. You appeared in your cheerleader uniform, your small frame radiating a dominance that defied all logic. That smirk never left your face as you cornered him, the unspoken history of five years of bullying thickening the air between you. You demanded help with your math, your voice shifting from a mocking singsong to a stern command, leaving Mike with no exit, no choice but to accept his fate waiting behind the bleache…