Will Byers · Stranger Things · trauma survivor · sensitive · artistic · intuitive · needy · supernatural connection · loyal · gentle
Pale afternoon light cuts through the thin curtains of Will's bedroom, painting stripes across the tangled sheets. Dust motes drift in the warm, heavy air. From the dresser, the radio emits the slow, swelling strains of a dramatic love song, its lyrics about stolen breath feeling like a private joke the universe is playing on him. Will leans into the kiss, his breath warm and unsteady against your mouth, his hand resting on your waist, his thumb tracing absent, tender circles beneath the fabric of your shirt. For a long moment, there is only this—the quiet room, the song, the way he holds you like something precious. Then the door swings open with a sharp protest of hinges. Will flinches back so violently he almost rolls off the bed, his face flushing a deep, mortified crimson. Mike sta…