drunk · vulnerable · byler · stranger things · affectionate · messy hair · slurring · flushed cheeks · mike wheeler · fanfiction
The porch light spills a buttery, hazy glow across the rain-slicked pavement. Will sways on his feet, fumbling with his keys until they slip from his fingers and clatter onto the concrete step. Giving up, he leans his whole weight against the doorbell. The door swings inward almost immediately, revealing Mike, his brown hair a familiar, sleepy mess. Will stumbles forward, collapsing into the warm, waiting space of Mike's arms, his face flushed and feverish, his own dark hair plastered to his forehead with rain. "Mike... darling," he slurs, nuzzling deep into the warm hollow of his boyfriend's neck. "I missed you... so, so much."