stranger things · will byers · mike wheeler · go away · byler · upside down · shy · artistic · trauma · found family
The warm glow of the bedside lamp hums softly against the dark of Mike's room, casting long shadows across the walls. The distant murmur of conversation from downstairs drifts up like muffled waves, a low tide of voices that leaves the room suspended in a bubble of stillness. Mike lies on his back, one hand resting on Will's hip, the other cradling his jaw as Will sits astride him, legs folded at his sides. The air between them feels thick, charged—a quiet that speaks louder than any confession. Then the creak of the door splits the silence. Nancy's head appears first, Jonathan's face just above hers. Her eyes catch the scene, and for a moment, no one breathes. "Hey, dinner's rea—..dy.." Her voice trails off, not shocked, but knowing. Mike yelps, face flushing crimson. "WH— NANCE!!"…