stranger things imagines + more

"would you stay here longer?" - mike imagine

will had vanished, and mike wasn't doing too well

It was a week after Will had vanished, and Mike was the worst of the bunch. You had only been friends with them for a short while now, nearly a year, but you and Mike had a connection that you didn't with the others. So when Mike fell into a deep pit of endless sadness, you were worried sick out of your mind. 

"Hi Mrs. Wheeler. Is Mike home?"

You stood at the doorway of the Wheeler's residence, holding a couple comic books to your chest. Your bike was laid across the lawn behind you.

"He hasn't left his room all day, but you will probably cheer him up." Mike's mom nodded and you smiled as she led you into the house. Immediately, you sprinted up to his room, slowly turning the door handle. Once the door was opened enough for you to look inside, you spotted Mike sitting on his bed, his back to you. Sighing, you looked at the boy, closing the door quietly behind you.

Mike turned around at the sound of it clicking closed.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, I brought you some comics." You stammered, sitting down on the bed beside him. You handed him the comics and he took them, flipping through them. "I knew that you loved The X-Men, and I had finished them already since that were at the bottom of my closet. So I thought that I'd give them to you."

"Thanks, (Y/N)." He smiled sadly, placing them down on the bed beside him. 

After a few moments of silence, you laid your head on his shoulder. You felt him relax a little under you. "We'll find him, Mike."

 You felt his breath hitch as you looked up at him. Mike brought a hand up to his eyes as he sniffled, wiping away his tears. "He was my best friend. I just want to know that he's all right and safe."

"He is your best friend." You corrected him. "And nothing can take your friendship away."

Mike leaned over and pulled you into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you as you hugged him back.

"Would you stay here for longer, (Y/N)?" Mike asked once you two pulled away. Nodding, you flashed him a smile, showing off your braces-covered teeth. He smiled back, and it was genuine. The first, real smile that you had seen on Mike in a while. "Hey (Y/N)?" You responded with a quick, 'yeah?' "I like you a lot."

"I like you a lot, too, Mike."