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Mike is waiting for Will in the basement, a look of suspicious, nervous excitement on his face. He cleared the table and laid out upon it are two card games.
"Now, I know you’ll resist," Mike blurts out, stepping toward him. "But I think this will be good. For both of us! For when we... you know,” Mike trails off, “When we get partners.”
Will scoffs, stepping closer to inspect the titles.
Spill or Sip and Truth, Dare, or Strip.
Or: Mike suggests a spicy card game to help Will loosen up before college. It works a little too well, and suddenly they’re gambling with unresolved feelings, and clothes, that were meant to stay in place.
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13 May 2026
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“It’s an aphrodisiac," Dustin told him, still looking at the pill.
“Come again?”
Lucas snorted at the phrase, and Mike glared at him.
Dustin shoved the packet into his bag before looking over to Will. “It’s a sex pill.”
“It’s a—” Will stammered, looking around wide eyed before glancing back at Dustin. “A sex pill? What the hell would we do with that?”
Lucas wiggled his eyebrows. “We have a competition. First one to tap out and jerk off first loses. Which will be all of you first, obviously.”
After the majority of their teenage years got interrupted by monsters from alternate dimensions, the Party starts to work their way through a bucket list of “normal” teenage things they never got the chance to do.
Taking sex pills to have a competition with your friends is totally something all teenage boys do, right?
Mike regrets everything (no he doesn’t.)
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06 May 2026
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“Do you wanna sit between them?” Mike interrupts him, voice glazed with honey as he speaks. He keeps his cock tight against Will’s ass as he leans forwards, kissing from Will’s shoulder blade to his neck until he reaches the space behind Will’s ear. Will whimpers impatiently at the gesture, trying to wriggle his hips against Mike’s.
“My legs, when I spread them?”
Will loves the way Mike always sits with his legs spread.
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01 May 2026
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tell me that you love me (just once) by jaywritesandwrites
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
17 Mar 2026
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“That’s not true—“
“Then say it. Say it, Will!”
Will hesitates. “Say what?”
A beat. Then—
“Tell me that I’m wrong. Tell—”
He gulps. Will’s eyes dilate in shock.
“Tell me what’s going on with you, Will. For fuck’s sake, just talk to me!” Mike exclaims.
A stray sunbeam crawls up Mike’s cheek. At first, Will believes it to be another hallucination: that odd glassy sheen around his best friend’s waterline.
But when he concentrates, he notes that it isn’t a trick of the light at all. Rather, wetness brims in Mike’s eyelids, staining his eyes red.
Oh. Oh no.
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It's January, and Will Byers doesn't know how to act around his best friend anymore. But he has to hold strong. He has to keep his feelings to himself. If he doesn't, he'll lose everything.
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Set after season 4 and before season 5. Loosely inspired by "you took my heart (I was sleeping)" by lameparties.
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19 Apr 2026
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Something is wrong. Something is really wrong. He is hurt. He has to be hurt. When? How? Mike was right there. He was right there.
“Shit,” he whispers. Then louder, “Shit—Will, hey. Stay with me.”
Lucas looks over at the sound of his voice. Dustin does too, their argument cutting off mid-sentence.
Mike barely notices.
He cups Will’s face with one shaking hand, trying to get him to focus. “Look at me. Come on, look at me.”
Will tries.
Mike can see him trying, and that somehow makes it worse.
His eyelids flutter. His gaze catches on Mike’s face for half a second, slips, catches again. There is something open in his expression, something fragile and stripped down and horribly unlike the way Will usually holds himself together.
“It’s nothing,” Will murmurs.
Mike almost laughs, except there is nothing funny in him at all.
“What?”
-- another injured will fic , i am addicted , leave a comment if you like it
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19 Apr 2026