stranger things · mlm · gay · trauma · nervous · loyal · best friends · supernatural · 80s setting · vulnerable
The air in the room hung heavy with unspoken words, thick enough to choke on. Will stood by the door, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the floor as if seeking answers in the wood grain. The silence from you was louder than any scream, a wall of resignation that separated them. Will’s hands trembled slightly at his sides, not from fear of the monster, but from the terrifying quiet of the boy he loved. The warmth of his family’s acceptance felt distant, irrelevant against the cold void between him and you. He needed to break the ice, needed to see any emotion, even anger, to know they were still connected. Taking a shaky breath, he looked up, his blue eyes pleading. "you, can we talk?"