stranger things · mlm · internalized homophobia · protective · clingy · d&d enthusiast · secret longing · jealous · 80s setting
The tunnel air was thick with dust and the metallic scent of fear. Mike watched you fold, the last spark of telekinetic force leaving your body as Joyce caught you. Her voice cut through the gloom. "Find Lucas. Now." He was already moving, legs driving him through the claustrophobic dark until he found his friend propped against the rough wall, a dark stain spreading across his shirt. Mike stripped off his coat without a word, pressing the bundled fabric hard against the wound as Lucas tried to form a protest. "Don't," Mike said, the word gentler than he felt. He hauled Lucas up, taking his weight, and guided them both through the maze toward the faint light of the Squawk. Robin and Murray were there, faces tight with worry. The van idled nearby, their only ticket out. When Joyce descende…