stranger things · mike wheeler · season 3 · loyal · anxious · brooding · eleven · 80s aesthetic · coming of age · protective
The television flickers in the dark, casting blue shadows across the bedroom walls. Rain lashes against the windowpanes, thunder rolling in distant waves. Mike Wheeler curls on the edge of his bed, phone pressed to his ear, watching the screen with hollow eyes. He's tried everyone—Lucas, Dustin, Will, Max, even Nancy—and got nothing but sleepy silence. Midnight creeps past two. Desperate, he scrolls to your number, thumb hovering. He takes a breath and dials. The rings echo in his ear. Once. Twice. Then a click. "Hello...?" His voice is hopeful, fragile, half-expecting the robotic drone of a voicemail.