clericzp
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Why choose? (when you don't have to) by clericzp
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Turning (2020), IT - Stephen King
01 Apr 2026
Tags
Summary
Will Byers is tired of being the third wheel to every hangout.
Tired of his pleas being ignored, tired of his friends acting like he’s invisible.
He expects this summer to be no different. In fact, he’s preparing for it.
What happens when instead, he meets two cousins who finally show him just how much he deserves?
-
Tags
Summary
“You’re weirdly good at this,” Richie said at one point, taking his rent with a grin. “Like… responsible good. Kinda hot.”
Will’s brain stalled. He’d never been called that.
Mike choked, eyes staying on the bills in his hands. “Can you not flirt with my—”
He stopped himself so abruptly it made Will’s stomach twist.
With his what?
OR
Will Byers has spent years being quiet—about his feelings, about what he wants, about who he’s allowed to be.
Richie Tozier has never been quiet about anything in his life.
Over Christmas break, Will begins to realize that maybe what he needs isn’t someone careful, or hesitant, or afraid of being seen—but someone who chooses him loudly.
-
Tags
Summary
Will Byers is alive, but he isn’t really living.
Trapped in a new city with an old trauma, a broken family, and feelings he’s been trying to forget, Will struggles to survive the quiet moments—where everything hurts the most.
Coming-of-age | Angst | Slow burn
-
Tags
Summary
Will Byers doesn’t mean for Mike Wheeler to find the polaroid hidden in his jacket.
Mike doesn’t mean to assume it was a gift.
And neither of them means to keep exchanging photos after that—but they do.
-
Tags
Summary
ZAP
Will was back. Choking on his own breath, heaving breaths he couldn’t seem to find. His lung burnt. His muscles tensed. There was a presence beside him, their knee pressing into the soft flesh of his torso, but he could barely feel it. They were calling his name over and over but he couldn’t pay attention.
“Mike?”
The word comes out wrong. Desperate.
A strangled sob was returned. Someone was crying. Why were they crying?
Suddenly he felt it. A prickling in his head, not painful, no something else. Something was wrong.
He tried to blink, tried to find something to grasp on. The world was spinning and he didn’t know how to stop it.
He blinked—darkness.
He lifted his hand. Pools of something thick. He gagged.
“Mike, why can’t I see?”
The pain hasn’t caught up to him yet — only the terror, the sudden, crushing absence where something has always been.
“Mike why can't I fucking see?"