stranger things - imagines and preferences

will byers ◊ stuck

"guys, where the hell is will?" you asked over the walkie-talkie, looking at mike with worry in your eyes; you could feel your heart begin to start beating harder and faster in your chest. mike stared at you with the same panic washing over his pale face, staring at you slightly with his mouth open. "guys, i repeat, where the hell is will... over."

"we thought he was with you, over." dustin's worried voice comes over the speaker, making you breathe out a shuddered breath and your mouth drop open.

"n-no... h-he's not." you whisper, biting your lip and nearly frozen, unable to move as he could be anywhere. with mike following closely behind, you immediately opened the doors to the outside and ran out, calling out his name. "will!!" you yelled, running around the field with your breathing hitching in your throat.

"will!" mike calls out with you, running around with you with a worried and cracked pitch to his voice.

"look everywhere for him, okay? everywhere!" you yelled into the walkie-talkie, feeling the tears prick at your eyes, wiping them quickly away. "will!" you screamed, running around the school without even waiting for mike to follow you.

finally, after what seemed like hours of looking (though it was only a few moments), you found him standing in the middle of the field. he seemed to be staring at nothing, his shoulders hunched in a scared state and his eyes wide. "mike!!" you called, making him run around the corner and come to you, looking at with wide dark wide eyes. "guys! i found him in the field, get out here, over and out!" you sprinted towards him, calling his name out as you did. once you got to him his eyes were closed and his hands were shaking violently, his breathing heavy and hitched. "will, will, oh my god i'm so sorry we left you." you began to cry, putting your hands on his shoulders and shaking him gently. "will, will... i'm here, it's me (y/n), please wake up!" you start crying gently, shaking him a little bit harder but he doesn't respond at all. "will, please, i'm right here for you. come back to me, you're safe here, please." you cup his face in your heads and shake his head slightly, but still no response; his eyes roll back and forth under his closed eyelids. his mouth moves slightly, but you can't quite read his lips on what he's saying.

"will, come on..." mike whispers slightly underneath his breath as the rest of the gang comes up running behind the two of you. they stop just short of mike, not wanting to interrupt the exchange between you and will.

"will, please..." you begged under your breath, pressing his forehead against yours as you decide on what to do next. you pull him close to your chest and cry silently on his shoulder, though he has no response you still want to get him out of this trance. "will, i'm right here... just come back. it can't hurt you... i'm right here, it's not here... it's not real..."

"(y/n) it's not going to work..." lucas said reluctantly, putting his head in his hands trying to come up with something to do.

"i don't know what to do..." you said helplessly, pulling out of the hug and shaking him a little bit more. "i need to do something... i-i need to help... i-"

"(y/n)...?" you heard will's weak voice whisper, barely audible. "(y/n)...?"

"will... will i'm right here." you move your hand down to his hand and grasp it gently. "will come back... i'm right here for you..."

you close your eyes and hold both of his hands, feeling a few tears roll down your cheeks. "the best thing that we can do for him is to call his mom or something, the doctors... we need someone of authority, (y/n)." dustin said, being the mom of the group like he usually was.

"do that, i'll stay with will... i need to- i need to stay with him."

"go away..." will's voice broke again, his brow furrowing in fear as he uttered his words. "go... a-away..." you felt the words sting your chest, wondering if they were for you or whatever was happening in his head. "p-please..."

"will, i'm not going anywhere. whatever is threatening you... it's not... it's not..." you didn't know what else to do. it worked in those cheesy movies right? sleeping beauty? why not now?

you leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips; he had no response, he stayed straight-mouthed which you obviously expected. you pulled away and everyone around you had their eyes wide and their mouths dropped open, looking from will to you. there was a brief pause in his breathing, like a tension in the air; you felt your heart stop.

he gasped, opening his eyes wide and pulling back for a second, looking at the scene in front of him before his eyes landed on you. "(y/n)...?"

"will..." you said, and you could see tears beginning to form in his hazel eyes. "are you okay?" without answering the question, he pulled you into a hug and started crying silently on your shoulder. "guys, call his mom."

"she's already on her way." dustin replied, sighing in relief a bit.

"good, good." you whispered, pulling will tighter against your chest while he cried silently on your shoulder. "will... hey just breathe okay?" you felt his knees begin to weaken and you lead him gently towards the ground, still stuck in each other's embrace.

"it hurts, (y/n)..." he says, sobbing and pulling out of the hug; he put his hands in his hair and started crying harder. you felt helpless, the rest of the gang were silent, in shock and unable to do anything else to help the situation. "it hurts so much..."

"it's gone, will. i'm here, i'm real, i'm here to help you through this. your mom is on the way and i promise everything will be okay, alright?" he sniffled and nodded, looking up at you with his cheeks red and flustered, his eyes red-rimmed and glassy; he didn't even look like will. the will you knew wasn't there, he had lost the spark in his eyes, and they were just... dead. you place your hand on his red, warm cheek and wiped the hot tears rolling down; you smiled at him and cupped his face in your hands.

"t-thank you..." you cocked your head to the side as a sign for him to continue. "for getting me out of there... how did you do it?" your breathing hitched and you felt your lips purse. should you lie? should you tell him you flat-out kissed him?

"it was nothing i just..." you looked back up at him and bit your lip, trying to hide a smile so he couldn't tell you were probably going to lie. fuck it. "i did..." you leaned in once more and kissed him gently on the lips, this time actually getting a response; though he wasn't experienced - honestly you weren't either - he formed his lips against yours and put one hand on your face. you both pulled away at the same time, keeping your eyes closed for a few moments before looking into each others eyes.

"ugh, guys for christ sakes, get a room." lucas said, rolling his eyes and looking away, but you could tell he was smiling.

"come on, let's get you home." you said, smiling and helping him up, brushing some of the strands that were stuck to his cheeks out of his face.

the funniest part about this?

you thought that was the end

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shiet but will is the purest thing on this earth