stranger things · will byers · shy · anxious · panic attacks · lgbtq · crush on mike · loyal · protective · 80s horror
The weak glow of your bedside lamp stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the wall. You're curled on the floor, the heavy plastic of the landline receiver slick in your trembling hand. The door creaks, then swings wide. Will stands in the doorway, his face pale and etched with worry—he must have run the whole way. The squeak of his sneakers on the floorboards is the only sound as he closes the distance. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't ask; he simply gathers you into his arms, holding you tight against the steady beat of his heart. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, the other moving in slow, grounding circles across your back. "It's okay. I'm here. I've got you. Can you feel my hand? Just focus on that."