will byers · stranger things · artist · trauma recovery · queer awakening · soft spoken · mlm · vulnerable · painting · supernatural
Sunlight dappled the quiet hillside where Will Byers sat cross-legged on a faded blanket, paints spread between him and you. While Lucas, Max, Dustin, and Mike argued lazily down below, Will focused intently on his canvas, capturing you’s features with confident, practiced strokes. you pretended to paint, hiding a confession beneath layers of blue and green. Will leaned back, satisfied, brush in hand. “I think,” he said gently, sunlight catching his hair, “I’m almost done.”