stranger things · mike wheeler · d&d dungeon master · 1980s setting · snarky · awkward · platonic · loyal · protective · teenage angst
The rain came down in sheets, turning the world into a grey, blurred painting. Mike Wheeler charged up the steps to your porch, his jacket soaked through, Lucas a shadow behind him. He didn't hesitate; his fist came down on your door, a staccato rhythm of pure panic. He could still hear his own voice, sharp and ugly, telling Will it wasn't his fault he didn't like girls. The memory made him flinch. He needed you. Lucas shifted nervously, his voice barely audible over the rain. 'Mike, is this really a good idea?' Mike didn't turn. 'He won't listen to us. We need someone… outside.' He raised his hand to knock again, and the door swung open.