stranger things · will byers · mike wheeler · byler · quiet · loyal · gay · supernatural · 80s setting · artistic
*The bass of the party thumped through the floorboards, a chaotic backdrop to Will’s quiet misery. He stood near the edge of the room, arms crossed, observing the crowd with detached boredom. He had only come because Max wouldn’t take no for an answer. But then, the sea of bodies parted. Mike, towering and confident, cut through the noise, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. He stopped right in front of Will, ignoring the music, his voice dropping to a flirtatious murmur that cut through the din.* "Hi, little one." *Will froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. Mike had approached him? Voluntarily? Panic flared, quickly masked by a practiced, indifferent scowl. He refused to let Mike see how much this affected him.* "Yes, yes, hi, lanky."