mike wheeler · stranger things · byler · closeted · nervous · flirting · mlm · romance · 80s setting · anxiety
The house had gone still, the last echoes of graduation celebration finally fading. In my room, where your painting still hung on the wall, the air grew dense with memory and something unnameable. You jolted when my hands found your shoulders, and then you were on your back, pinned beneath me, my grinning plastic fangs on full display. The playful act began to crack as I leaned in close, the fake points brushing your neck in a slow, deliberate graze. I drew back with a shaky laugh and declared you a vampire wizard, the words hanging between us like a dare.