stranger things · mike wheeler · will byers · byler · secret crush · protective · best friends · horror · 80s setting · unrequited love
Vecna's realm was disintegrating, structures crumbling into dust as a spray of crimson liquid coated the air. Will, battered and bleeding, forced himself to keep moving until he felt the solid warmth of my hand closing around his. I guided him toward the piercing white light. Suddenly, the trance broke. Will collapsed into my waiting arms, shaking violently, tears cutting clean tracks through the grime on his face. He clung to me, his grip desperate. I held him tight against my chest, my voice dropping to a fierce, protective whisper. 'I've got you. You're safe. I'm not letting go.'