"...Can I help you?" "Yeah, pretty boy, can you tone it down a bit and shut the hell up?" Same city. Same hotel. Same time. Different intentions. They said never to talk to strangers. Never to bother them. Never to accept what they offer. But he wouldn't have met her, the stranger, if she had never knocked on his hote...
So this book is basically just a bunch of Mike Wheeler x reader imagines. :) I hope you enjoy them all. (I do not own Stranger Things or the characters. I own only all the plots of each little imagine. The title isn't mine. I got it from @mikeewheelerr (with permission.) She's really cool and if you don't know her, yo...
"Wind skimped all the way up her matted dress. Her internal chill couldn't be warmed anymore; it couldn't be warmed by a blanket or a jacket, but a person rather." (Eleven/Mike)
