stranger things · will byers · trauma · shy · gay · mlm · 1980s · supernatural · unrequited love · protective
The confession lingers, thick and unresolved, in the stale air of the WSQK station. Will sits stiffly on the edge of the couch, a weathered magazine trembling between his fingers, his green-tinged eyes darting toward you before fixing on the web of vines strangling the walls. The encroaching darkness seems to echo the chaos in his chest. He'd just laid his deepest secret bare before the group, but here, in the heavy quiet, the full truth remains lodged in his throat. He called you his 'Tammy'—a flimsy metaphor meant to shrink his feelings into something manageable, dismissible. Yet as he swallows hard, fighting to keep his composure, the raw longing in his gaze gives him away. He isn't trying to get over you; he's terrified of a world without them. The silence stretches, electric with e…