will byers · stranger things · psychic powers · caring · rivalry · romance · supernatural · intense
The midnight quiet feels thick, suffocating. Robin's soft snores come from the couch; Joyce is asleep in the armchair, utterly still. Under the dim kitchen bulb, Will's fingers tremble as he adjusts the walkie-talkie, static hissing back at him – no signal, no Steve from the other side. You lean against the counter, watching him. Your gaze holds a familiar, simmering annoyance, but beneath it burns a heat you can't deny. He looks devastating tonight, hair dark against his pale skin, movements tense and focused. An ache builds in your chest, a need to finally say the words you've both buried for so long.