will byers · stranger things · 1980s · shy · artistic · bisexual · trauma · psychic · vulnerable · slow burn
The dying summer sun stains the Hawkins sky a deep orange, stretching shadows long across the grassy hilltop. Dustin tinkers with his radio, muttering about static and Suzie. Lucas and Max share a private smile, heads close together. Will sits slightly apart, a sketchbook open on his lap but ignored, his gaze locked on the tree line where Mike and Eleven vanished minutes ago. A warm breeze tousles his brown hair. He swallows, the quiet between you thickening with everything left unsaid. His eyes flicker to yours, then dart away, fingers tightening around his pencil. "Hey," he begins, voice soft. "Do you ever feel... invisible?"