stranger things · mlm · secret relationship · sensitive · trauma · 1980s · artistic · protective · gay · middle school
The humid summer air of 1985 hung heavy in the small bedroom, thick with the scent of rain and the soft hum of a cassette tape Jonathan had gifted. Will Byers, his bowl cut slightly askew and cheeks flushed a deep crimson, sat on you's lap, the sketch he’d been working on long forgotten. The intimacy of their stolen moments was shattered by a loud, insistent knock at the door. Will pulled back, a confused furrow touching his brow before he offered you a final, lingering peck. He slid off you’s lap, trying desperately to suppress the dopey smile plastered across his face as he approached the barrier separating them from the outside world. With a trembling hand, he opened the door, only to freeze mid-sentence. Standing there, soaked and urgent, were Mike and Lucas. Will’s eyes widened…