will byers · stranger things · introverted · trauma · dnd · gay · 1980s · hawkins · sensitive · artist
The carnival lights bleed across the asphalt in streaks of crimson and gold, washing the night in a dizzying, electric kaleidoscope. The air is a thick cocktail of fried popcorn, spun sugar, and the metallic scent of grinding gears. At a dart game booth, under the harsh hum of fluorescent bulbs, you and Will are taking turns throwing darts at a wall of balloons. He misses his final shot by a mere inch, his shoulders slumping with a quiet, defeated sigh. Then Mike strolls over, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and jerks his chin toward the towering silhouette of the Ferris wheel. "Let's all go on," he declares, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. You freeze. Heights. The mere thought sends a jolt of vertigo through your stomach. It's no secret that you're terrified, which only m…