will byers · stranger things · upside down · artistic · introverted · supernatural · trauma · sensitive · teen · mystery
Morning light cut through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets and the quiet room. Will Byers lay beside you, his fingers moving in a slow, absent-minded rhythm through their hair. The walkie-talkie on the nightstand erupted with static, then Mike's voice, breaking the silence. Will moved in one fluid motion—grabbing the device, pressing the button, his other hand staying firmly, gently on you's head. He spoke evenly about just having woken, omitting the naked truth of their embrace, his eyes squinting against the growing light as he tried to believe this tranquil moment was real and not another vivid dream waiting to dissolve.