#🖌 will byers. ic : ̗̀➛ i tried to make it go away‚ but it got me

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@robinbckley​ // vol2/post season 4 starter call.

   THE LULL IN MONSTROUS ACTIVITY IS ALMOST MORE FRIGHTENING, in a strange way... as if Will has returned to Hawkins in the eye of a storm... only unease crawling underneath his skin left to clue him in to more destruction on its way, on an even more cataclysmic level than before. And here he is, doing nothing but staring off into space about it... no— he’s staring at his people. His mom has been clinging to Hopper ever since the both of them returned ( and he doesn’t blame either of them ), and... Will can see Mike talking to Dustin and Lucas about something ( he knows they lost someone— someone Will never got to meet, and still his heart aches for it... ). 

    His gaze lingers there, and all of a sudden, Will can’t seem to swallow a familiar lump lodged in his throat, every breath feels like shards of glass have invaded his lungs, and all of his worries seem so, so, so stupid in hindsight, so why can’t he just get a grip and STOP himself from feeling like thi- 

  Stomach flips as Will finds himself pulled from a spiral of thoughts, catching a familiar gaze approaching nearby instead. He recognizes her, from Starcourt last summer... though they never had much of a chance to TALK amidst the chaos. He does want to meet her, though he has to force the small smile, still fiddling with his sleeve, too. “You’re... Robin, right? I... guess we never got the chance to really meet, huh?” 

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@soulstcne​ // vol2/post season 4 starter call. 

   THE FEELING OF BEING BACK IN HAWKINS is one that Will almost struggles to find the words for... he thinks it might just have been this way with or without the recent tragedy his small hometown has faced ( though, the underlying presence certainly worsens the unshakable unease... ). California was isolated, it was lonely... but it was stable. It wasn’t all the streets and buildings he grew up around, wasn’t the unsettlingly familiar areas he found himself sprinting through during what felt like forever trapped in the Upside Down, wasn’t the fear taken root in his chest whose tendrils haven’t let go since twelve years old. The town, the destruction... it unearths EVERYTHING Will has tried so incredibly hard to push back down. Worst of all... he knows the fight is far from over. Back here, Will can FEEL HIM. The sensation is somehow both weak and powerful, as if Vecna is thrumming underneath his skin... just waiting to warn him when he plans to STRIKE next.

                                                 It all makes Will feel horribly sick. 

   Sat hunched over outside the school... offering any help they could for now, but Will just... he needed a moment. Nails dig into the fabric of his pants to stop his hands from shaking, and the more he thinks about it, the more he simply sits here... the more he feels like everything he’s kept hidden deep in his chest is bound to BURST any moment now ( stupid... so, so stupid, after everything that’s happened now... ). 

  Instead, nearby movement causes him to JUMP; shockingly abrupt for something so small, though he can’t help the sharp breath as he’s pulled from his thoughts... his gaze landing on a familiar face. “Aisling?” He gasps, sitting there in shock for a few moments, but pushing himself to her feet. He hasn’t seen her in a long time, not since the move. “It’s— It’s been so long, I— you’re okay...” 

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@munsontm​ asked: "i  know  what  you’re  feeling ." for will // moon knight starters

        WILL CAN’T HELP BUT look away for a moment, gaze cast downwards... though he can feel the understanding between them, too. Always staying quiet, concealing parts of himself after parts, always hiding... Will has felt this way since even before the day he vanished. It started with his dad, the other kids, everyone... he was always looked at like there was something WRONG with him. He could make a whole list of all the words thrown his way... but FREAK would be placed towards the top of it. Too sensitive, too childish, and then too strange— at least, more so when they started calling him zombie boy. There are BIGGER things to worry about, things that have hurt him far worse... Will knows that, but... he can’t help the way it still makes him want to shrink in on himself, to close every possibly vulnerable part of him off because its safer that way. 

        Of all the people to understand this... he didn’t expect it to be someone he had never met until returning to Hawkins. 

    “You do?” Will doesn’t know MUCH about Eddie Munson— at least, not as much as his friends who stayed here do. But again, the same word stands out: freaks. Maybe they ARE more similar than what meets the eye. “It’s... stupid, I know. Especially since I’ve been gone for so long. I guess... being back here, it brings up all of those memories... you know?” A pause, and he looks towards Eddie again. “The way they’re treating you... the whole town, it’s not fair— I’m sorry.”

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@shezoomer​​ asked: i  didn’t  do  that  on  purpose ! // moon knight starters

   LOUD CRASH RINGS THROUGH the confined area, reverberating from the walls and standing out among the otherwise quiet ( if not for their footsteps and conversation said at low whispers ) darkness. The sudden noise had made Will flinch, already on edge with the creepy feel of the environment. The boy had survived much worse, a number of times before now.... but none of it seems to ease the way reminders of the Upside Down’s horrors fill his mind, like the disgusting tendrils never really did let go of him. They don’t know what might be here, either— the disruption could ALERT any threat. But even so, and ever understanding... Will shakes his head. “It’s okay,” He confirms, not CERTAIN but... there’s no sinking feeling. His stomach doesn’t drop the way it does when alarm bells sound in his head, pulling his hand to graze his neck. “We’re... alone, for now. Nothing too close nearby, at least. Besides, I don’t think anyone is going to notice somewhere like this...” 

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@pcrfectstorms​ // vol2/post season 4 starter call.

    “MAX....” Will’s voice is near trembling as he exhales his friend’s name, never as simultaneously relieved to see her and absolutely guilt-ridden that he couldn’t have been sooner as he is right now... they should have made it here sooner, somehow, however they possibly could have. He KNOWS the thought is illogical, knows they did everything they could, but... Will can’t help the feeling of uselessness that continues to pervade him as he witnesses all the destruction he missed. He has been filled in enough by now to have a SOLID IDEA of what happened... especially what happened to Max. What could still grow even worse, with the familiar sinking feeling in his stomach, a connection to the Upside Down’s evils that never truly left, only faded with distance. 

                “I’m... you don’t know how GLAD I am to see you again...” There, he manages the smallest of smiles, words still wavering as he does so ( tears are burning at his eyes again, ones he’s been holding back for too long now... he wonders when that dam might burst ). “I’m sorry— I’m so sorry we weren’t here, that I wasn’t-” He swallows, shaking his head. “I just wish I could’ve been here to help somehow. But I— I’m so happy you’re okay...” Alive... more accurately, not just for Max, but for the most of them, too...

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@banisheddie​ // cont from here

    A BRIGHT SMILE FULL OF childlike joy ( a feeling long abandoned— suddenly seeping back into him with a warmth that Will hasn’t felt in a long while ) appears the moment Eddie addresses him by the name, growing further as he reciprocates their handshake. Soft exhale as it does; he supposes he shouldn’t be surprised that Eddie has heard about him, but he is, though knowing his friends have told stories of him makes the feeling in Will’s chest even warmer. “Are you kidding?! It’s an honor to meet you— they...seemed really excited when I asked who you were, so... I’ve heard some exciting stories now, too.” His expression had shifted slightly upon realizing Eddie knows, that they’ve heard all about the group’s previous fights against the Upside Down. But, he keeps that subtle, the excited smile returning as Will receives the welcome. “You think so?” He leans back on his heels after Eddie pats his shoulder ( it’s been so long— playing with his friends again AND someone as encouraging as Eddie, it’s just what he’s wanted ). “I’d... really like that, then— being part of hellfire.” 

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@metiered​ // vol2/post season 4 starter call.

   WILL HAS FOUND HIMSELF FACING multiple earth-shattering truths upon the return to Hawkins— they knew, sort of. A VAGUE IDEA of the sort of harrowing events going on in his home town, but nothing hits quite as hard as arriving there... witnessing the damage from what they’re all somehow calling an ‘earthquake’ ( Will hardly understands how they’re kidding themselves still, but he supposes some things never change ). The unsettling, evil presence still buzzes underneath his skin, WARNING him of horrible danger to come... there isn’t much they can do in the meantime. Besides help, besides rebuild. 

    Though Will has spent most of his time in the cabin or the hospital... he visits a more populated area now. They told him of the makeshift shelter formed at the school, so here he is, carrying a box of donated first aid supplies to whatever corner they pointed him towards and LOST in his thoughts.... until the bump!— “OH— uh, I... sorry-” Will breathes, having jumped from the sudden contact. “I didn’t... see you— I was zoning out, my fault... are you okay?” Will thinks he might recognize him, from before, when he still lived in a town where everyone knew everyone... they all knew who HE was. Does everyone here still look at him like that?

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@guilehero​ // cont. from here

     BUMPS IN THE ROAD or not— Will can’t help but cling to the hope that he and Mike can rekindle the feeling of when they were younger; best friends no matter what... life for the both of them has gotten int he way, complicated things in ways that Will couldn’t help but let ache in his chest... and still, he holds onto the chance that things could be better, maybe they can pretend like nothing’s changed for a little while. Which is why Mike’s AGREEMENT brings a bright smile to his face, nodding as his shoulders relax from the initial pressure of asking ( he couldn’t help the worry— what if Mike things they’re too old for that now, too? ). “Yeah— yeah, for sure. I’ll go grab it now? We could throw on a movie or something, too, if you want.” He just wants everything to feel a little lighter for a while. 

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@fromel​ asked: “you’ve been crying. i can tell.” // will // post trauma sentence starters

    AIR TRAPS ITSELF IN WORN, FRAYED LUNGS as Will is hit with a sharp breath— the realization that she has caught him in the act of letting his emotions spill through cracks of built-up walls he tries to hide behind hitting him like a punch to the gut. He swallows ( rough, it does nothing to rid him of the lump lodged in his throat ), lifting a hand to quickly wipe his face and rid himself of the evidence she must be pointing out. That doesn’t help much, either: warm gaze with a bright redness protruding along its edges, watery... like glass about to shatter with one wrong move. 

          “Jane— I...” Notably STOPPING himself from saying anything else once he realizes the all too noticeable shaking in his voice... Will tries to take another breath. For as long as he can remember, he has HELD HIMSELF IN. He did it as a kid pretending to like baseball instead of wizards and dragons to appease his father. He did it after the escape from the upside down, concealing every moment that made his chest ache with panic. He did it when all his friends began to move on from everything he still held dear to his heart. And he’s doing it now... relentlessly hiding himself— he doesn’t know anything else. “It’s alright— really... don’t worry about me. I wasn’t... well— I just had one of those moments, I guess. I’m fine now, it doesn’t matter.” 

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@atomicks​ asked: it’s  not  like  there’s  anything  in  there .  /   mike for will! // moon knight starters

    WILL IS LESS QUICK TO DOUBT, as nerves build up in the pit of his stomach and tentative gaze begins to scan the area before them— the feeling that typically pervades his senses when anything otherwordly approaches is... less overwhelming than usual, but... present, nonetheless. And no matter HOW intense or not it might be, its presence at all puts Will immediately on edge. Especially with Mike with him, a newer friend he doesn’t want to DRAG into the horrors of Hawkins more than he already has just by virtue of talking to him. “We don’t know that...” He shakes his head, tone alarmingly serious as he extends an arm to stop Mike from moving forwards. “...I’ll check. Don’t— don’t ask me why, just... don’t make a SOUND while I do, okay?” 

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@hawkinnie​ asked: i  promise ,  you  can  do  this . - lucas to will hi // moon knight starters

    THE BOY SITS HUNCHED OVER ON THE GROUND, legs pulled to his chest as if trying to disappear into the grimy wall of the middle school classroom, an empty one Will was sure to take quick refuge in once familiar panic had begun to dig its claws into him again. Chest falls up and down at an ABNORMALLY FAST pace, eyes wide and face unsettlingly pale as small fingers anxiously pull at the fabric of his pants. This isn’t the first time its happened— hardly the WORST, either ( at least it isn’t another one of those horrible episodes... ), but he just couldn’t take another second out in the hallway... with everyone’s eyes on him. The halls are starting to feel suffocating, other students’ eyes BURNING into his skin, the name ‘zombie boy’ hurled at him wherever he goes... it only makes moments like these worse. 

          He didn’t even realize Lucas had followed him until his friend is right there...

  “No— no, I CAN’T-” Will shakes his head rapidly, the words barely making their way out through ragged breathing. His hands won’t stop trembling, and— god, he hates how small this makes him feel. Like he deserves to be looked at as if he might vanish or break again at any second, like he really IS made of glass. "They— won’t stop looking at me, like I’m even MORE of a freak than I already was, and I can’t even prove them wrong.” Eyes begin to burn, and he lowers his head. “Sorry— I just... need to catch my breath first, I think.”

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