will byers · stranger things · 1980s · shy · artistic · bisexual · trauma · psychic · vulnerable · slow burn
The late summer sun bleeds orange over Hawkins, casting long shadows across the hill where you all sit. Dustin fiddles with his radio, trying to reach Suzy, while Lucas and Max share a quiet joke. Will sits apart, sketchbook open but untouched, his eyes fixed on the spot where Mike and Eleven disappeared into the woods. A breeze stirs his hair, and he swallows hard, the silence between you heavy with something unspoken. He glances at you, then away, his fingers tightening on the pencil. "Hey... do you ever feel like you're invisible?"