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Will followed Mike's gaze, who was staring intently at their hands together. His heart skipped a beat at the sight.
“Does it hurt?” Mike asked slowly, caressing Will's wrist with his left hand.
“No.” He whispered.
His eyes flicked back up again, holding his breath when he saw Mike's sight fixed on him.
“You sure?” Mike asked again.
God. Will felt like he would faint.
“Y-Yeah… I'm sure.” He breathed.Or
Will begins to notice the snowball forming an avalanche after offering to clean the wound on Mike's temple after what happened at MAC-Z.
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Mike what the fuck did you do—
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28 Dec 2025
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“Yes, it's okay, really. Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler.” He returned the smile, even though she wasn’t looking at him anymore.
For a split second, Will forgot the reason why he was suddenly careless with the knife. He was about to take the knife once again when a sudden movement and warmth on his back knocked the air out of his lungs.
Shit. Will gasped softly as he felt Mike's breath on the back of his neck. Warm. Familiar. His chest nearly touched Will's shoulders, so close he could smell Mike's shampoo.
“Can I see it?” Mike whispered close to Will's ear, which made him shudder all over.
Will blinked once. Then again. His heart was beating so hard he thought he was about to have a heart attack.
Too close. Too damn close.
He could feel Mike's left hand on his lower back, burning the skin through Will's shirt, and he fought the urge to lean into it. To try to feel more.
Mike's right hand extended near his own, long fingers waiting to hold something; to hold him.
Will's body acted before his mind could, moving his hand closer to Mike so he was able to see it better. Mike instinctively took his hand, carefully holding it. He trailed his fingertips painfully slowly through Will's skin, from his wrist to his hurt finger, and Will could tell Mike had been playing more the guitar recently as he could feel more calluses on Mike's fingers. His hands were cold against Will's warm skin, which made him tremble under Mike’s touch. Will could feel his own cheeks burning.
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“Hey,” Mike finally says, casual as he can. “So, can I ask you something?”
Will makes a noncommittal go-ahead noise.
“That guy you were talking about,” Mike says. “It was me, right?”
(Mike and Will, immediately after.)
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31 Dec 2025
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This was adorable. Mike logically arguing for them to kiss haha
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He’s never in his life seen Will blush this hard and this often. “Oh. Well?”
“I would kiss you,” Mike says, nodding. “I think I’d like it. Boys in general, I don’t know, but that’s irrelevant.”
“You…you think.”
“I can’t know until I try,” Mike says. “But I’d like to try. At what point are you going to give me the benefit of the doubt here? I’m not tricking you, Will.”
“I don’t think you’re tricking me.”
“But you don’t believe me.”
“I don’t not believe you but—”
“But you don’t.”
“It’s hard to believe,” Will says. His sleeves cover his hands entirely, so all Mike can see is the fabric impression of his fingers as they wring one another out like a dishcloth. “And your lack of confidence isn’t exactly filling me with confidence.”
“You’re kind of stonewalling me,” Mike counters. “I don’t get it. I’m telling you what I want. It’s the same thing you want. Why are you so against it?”
“I’m not against it, I just don’t get what I want,” Will says, a little hysterical, “I never have, I never do, okay? This is—” He gestures from himself to Mike. “This is a thing I daydream about. It’s not a thing I get to have. I made my peace with that. I lived with that for so long, Mike. For so long. And now you’re saying maybe it’s real, maybe I get to have it, maybe you want it too? I don’t— I don’t know how to— I can’t get my hopes up and then get my heart broken, I can’t. If you’re wrong, it will kill me. I’m sorry, but it will, so— so I have to be sure. I need you to be sure. And if you can’t be, then don’t— then we should pretend none of this happened, and just be friends even if it’s weird, because I— I can’t—”
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"Is a kiss a possible signal or...start of a...snowball?"
"A kiss isn't a signal nor a snowball." Will frowned immediately, confusion knitting his brows together, his mouth turning down at the corners.
"What is it then?" The question came out quiet, almost afraid of the answer, but needing it desperately anyway.
"An avalanche."
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in which, mike figures out about the painting during the 18 month time skip
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31 Dec 2025
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Really good but marked as complete (3/3) when its not done :/
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„But…But then I realized, he’s just my Tammy.“
Half an hour later, Mike keeps staring out of the torn-up walls of the truck, following the lighting red, pulsing walls they are crashing through – There is only one unrelenting thought in his head, repeating over and over until it feels like it is suffocating him, inside out.
Who the fuck is Tammy?
Or, while crashing into the Upside Down once again, Mike can't seem to focus on the end of the world, but only his confusing feelings for Will. Robin gets him on the right track.
(set directly after Season 5 Episode 07 'The Bridge')
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31 Dec 2025
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“I promise,” Will leans closer. “I promise we’ll get Holly out of there. And we’ll come back. All of us.”
Mike nodded, still holding onto Will. “Okay. Okay.”
“You need to let me go, Mike.” Will softly tries to loosen Mike’s hands around his biceps, but Mike can’t, he can’t let go, because what if – what if –
“Mike.”
“Fuck.”
Mike surges forward, taking Will’s lips into a last, bruising kiss. And it really feels like the last time he'll get to do this. To touch Will. To kiss Will.
Will leans into it, back arching of the railing, and into Mike. There’s a small voice in the back of his head, telling him that Will doesn’t want to let go either.
And god, how he wishes time would just stop. And they would stay here, even if it is a stupid staircase, even if it is dark and he can't make out most of their surroundings anyway, he would give everything to keep Will with him. Just for a second longer. Just one.
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“I’m staying because I want to keep you safe.” by lixsun
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
29 Dec 2025
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“In the church,” she adds. “It’s shielded. Old. Quiet. He won’t look for you there.”
Mike’s fingers curl slightly into Will’s jacket, instinctive and protective. “I’ll stay with him,” Mike says immediately, not even looking at Hopper this time. “The whole time.”
El nods. She doesn’t question it, like she knows that’s where he’s always been meant to be. Will exhales slowly, then looks at Mike. “You don’t have to—” he starts.
“I know,” Mike says quietly. “But I want to.”
or; Mike stays with Will in the Upside Down as the group splits, and when Will faces danger in the church where they're hiding, Mike realizes this is his final chance to bring Will back.
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30 Dec 2025
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And suddenly, the fear of admitting too much feels smaller than the fear of losing him.
So Mike leans in.
Slowly, so slowly that their lips brush for longer than a heartbeat, barely touching, lingering in a way that feels deliberate. Mike moves like this because he needs to be sure, because he needs to know that Will wants it too.
Will looks startled, eyes wide, breath hitching, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans forward the slightest bit, almost unconsciously.
His fingers clutch the front of Mike’s military jacket, tight, like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.
Mike closes the distance inch by inch, until their mouths finally meet, tentative and unsure. Will exhales against his lips, uncertain, trembling, not quite knowing how to respond, until Mike’s mouth tilts and gently closes around Will’s bottom lip.
The sound Will makes is broken, breathy, something halfway between a gasp and a soft moan.
Mike tugs lightly, just enough to draw it out, just enough to make it hurt in the sweetest way, before biting down on it gently and then pressing their mouths together fully.
They fit… perfectly.