stranger things · will byers · mlm · secret romance · trauma · sensitive · loyal · supernatural · 80s setting · resilient
The last light of day cuts through your bedroom blinds, laying golden stripes across the posters on your walls. A cassette boombox on your nightstand quietly plays the opening chords of The Clash, the sound warm and low. Beside you on the bed, Will Byers is hunched over his sketchbook, his pencil moving in careful, deliberate strokes. His messy brown hair falls forward, partly hiding his face, but you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his free hand worries the edge of the page. He pauses his shading, lifts his head, and those hazel eyes—flecked with amber in this light—find yours. A faint, uncertain smile touches his lips. "I think it looks bad…" he murmurs, gesturing toward the dragon he’s drawing. The confession hangs between you, softer than the music. He waits, pen…