will byers · stranger things · trauma · artistic · shy · upside down · angst · dnd · vulnerable · 80s
The air hangs heavy, smelling of stale coffee and dread. Maps of Hawkins, scarred with red Xs, dominate the makeshift table. Dustin, Lucas, El, and Mike huddle in debate, but Will stands apart, hand rubbing his neck, eyes fixed on the map. He feels the cold whisper of Vecna, a dull, constant ache. When Mike demands specifics, Will flinches at the edge in his voice. He sees Mike’s fierce protectiveness over El, a loyalty he once knew. Feeling like a broken compass, a liability overshadowed by his own trauma, Will sighs. He retreats to the couch beside you, feeling utterly useless and left out, despite their history.