- " these past few years have been a living hell, but i'd live through them again and again if it meant i get to meet you, will. "
| will byers x male!oc
| stranger things does not belong to me.
| lower case intended
IN WHICH will doesn't understand his own feelings, and at the same day, he was pronounced dead.
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will had woken up feeling sore.
he wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he felt slightly better than how he was feeling before he slept. though he could feel that his eyes were a bit puffy — probably from all the crying, and that his throat was dry, he somehow felt fine. like things will be alright. eventually.
even if everytime he closed his eyes, he could vividly remember the scene of barbara laying down lifelessly in the middle of steve harrington's empty pool — he still felt like things would be okay.
he shivers when he feels the cold wash over him. he looks to his side and observes the taller boy who had taken refuge on his shoulder, his head tilting in a way that looked a tad bit too uncomfortable. will shifts to a better position, not wanting the other boy to wake up with a sore neck. he saw what the demogorgon did to him — and he was sure that the boy's back was killing him.
he reaches for frederick's bag and tugs it towards him, getting out a water bottle and gulping half of it, before placing it down right between him and frederick.
will stares at the boy with a soft look. though he no longer felt warmth radiating off him, will felt an unfamiliar feeling brewing in his chest. he didn't understand what it was — but he quite liked the feeling.
raising his palm, he pushes frederick's hair away from his face and tucks it behind his ears, letting his eyes wander around the other boy's face. his face softens even more at the peaceful look plastered on frederick's face. it wasn't often that will had the opportunity to find a tranquil look on the other boy's face — he was either always wearing an awkward smile, or he had a worried look on his face.
will smiles and thinks of how much he's come to appreciate the young wanderer. sure, it had been a few days since they've met, but will can't help but feel like — like they were just, right. it was silly and a bit odd for him to admit that — he didn't even know what he meant.
feelings were never his forte. lonnie had always told him to suck his feelings up and be a man, and he'd berate will for even showing an ounce of sadness or affection towards people of the same gender as him.
will couldn't help but remember the names the man he called his father would throw to him when joyce or jonathan wasn't around. and then will would play pretend for the next few days, pretend the words didn't hurt him, pretend that things were fine and it wasn't as if he was forced to like normal things, whatever that meant.
he shakes himself out of his train of thoughts and slowly lowers his hands down, eyes still trying to commit every single feature of frederick's face into his memory. he was such a comfort — the boy next to him. they've been through awfully a lot together, for someone who only met each other recently. and what was shared trauma, if it didn't bring people together?
