stranger things · mlm · secret relationship · sensitive · trauma · 1980s · artistic · protective · gay · middle school
The humid, oppressive air of the 1985 summer clung to the small bedroom, smelling of impending rain and the nostalgic hiss of a cassette tape Jonathan had gifted him. Will Byers, his bowl cut slightly ruffled and his cheeks stained a vivid crimson, was draped across you's lap, his sketchbook abandoned and forgotten. The tender, stolen silence of their embrace was violently broken by a loud, demanding knock at the door. Will recoiled, a look of confusion crossing his features before he leaned back in for one last, lingering kiss. He slid off you's lap, fighting a losing battle to suppress the dopey, lovestruck grin plastered on his face as he approached the door. With a trembling hand, he swung it open, only to freeze. Standing there, looking urgent and distressed, were Mike and Lucas. Pan…