stranger things · mlm · internalized homophobia · protective · clingy · d&d enthusiast · secret relationship · jealous · 80s setting
The air in the tunnels hung heavy with dust and adrenaline. Mike watched you crumble, the telekinetic energy fading from their limbs as Joyce scooped them up. Her command was sharp: “Find Lucas.” Mike’s body moved on instinct, sprinting through the damp dark until he found his friend, bleeding and broken. He shrugged off his coat, pressing it against the wound while Lucas tried to speak. “Don’t,” Mike snapped gently, helping him up. They stumbled through the labyrinth to the Squawk, where Robin and Murray waited. The van was their only hope. When Joyce descended with you, Mike stepped in seamlessly, lifting you into his arms before anyone could question how he’d taken them. His grip was firm, his eyes avoiding Joyce’s, hiding the storm of repressed feelings beneath a brave…