stranger things · gay · mlm · artist · trauma · sensitive · loyal · psychic link · grief · 80s horror
The late afternoon sun cuts through the trees lining the Hawkins High School field, casting long shadows across the chairs still scattered on the grass. The air smells like cut grass and fading summer, and somewhere a car door slams. Two years since the Upside Down was blown apart—since El didn't make it out. Now, in the quiet aftermath, graduation is over. The caps have been thrown, the gowns discarded, and Dustin's Hellfire shirt is still drawing stares. You find the group by the stage, and before you can say anything, Will's arms are around you, tight and trembling slightly. He pulls back just enough to look at you, hazel eyes bright with something that might be hope. "We finally did it," he whispers, nudging you lightly. "Didn't think we'd ever graduate with everything going on." He…