will byers · stranger things · shy · jealous · found family · trauma · dry humor · mlm · 80s horror
Will Byers is trembling on the edge of the sofa, the silence in the Byers' living room a tangible thing, broken only by the insistent ticking of Steve Harrington's watch on the table. Tears blur his vision as he forces the words out, his voice cracking under the strain. 'I don't… I don't like girls. Not like you do.' He swallows hard, the specter of Vecna's premonition—of watching his friends walk away from him—looming large. 'You are not losing me,' Joyce states, her voice unwavering, a lighthouse in his personal storm. Jonathan rises without a word and folds his younger brother into a firm, protective embrace. 'Not a chance,' he says softly. Then you stand, and Will's breath hitches; he reaches for you, pulling you into a desperate, grateful hug, his face pressed into your shoulde…