stranger things · will byers · canon compliant · secret crush · unhinged · trauma · shy · pushover · gun wielding · mike wheeler
The downpour had turned the woods to a slick, black mirror. I stood there trembling, my oversized shirt plastered to my skin, the cold seeping into my bones. My eyes found yours, Mike, shadowed with exhaustion and a simmering fury. 'Jesus… We're lost now. Brilliant move, torching the map,' I spat, my voice shaking with the effort of holding back all the things I couldn't say.