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"Soo..." Subspace trails, "if you let me have some of your blood, I'll let you free. Deal?" He offered the priest, looking at their neck before glancing up to his face. Medkit stopped his attempt of freeing himself, thinking.
"Deal. But don't drink too much." As he answered, Subspace instantly leaned into his neck, fangs ready. Medkit could feel his grin on his neck. His breath was unsteady— this was a scary thing to experience. "Give me my gun back first. I wont shoot." He demanded.
"Good answer!" He said, "hope it doesn't taste as bad as your attitude." Subspace joked, "and if you dont stay true to your words," he paused for a second, shooting an unsettling smile to Medkit, "I wouldn't hesitate to do something worse to you." A chill ran through medkits spine, sweat building up more on his forehead.
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In the midst of the frantic, rhythmic motion, a small shift in the air, pulled Will from the blinding focus of sensation. His head lolled back against the pillows, his eyes, hazy and dilated, snapping open.
That’s when he saw her. Vanessa. Standing in the sliver of the doorway.
He didn't gasp. He didn't stop Mike, didn't even slow the relentless, punishing rhythm. There was no room for surprise, not now, not after all this time. He just stared at her with the quiet, triumphant knowledge that had settled deep within him years ago. It was a look of profound, quiet acknowledgement—a confirmation of the ending he had always known was their inevitable destination.
In that gaze, Will was telling her that her story with Mike was over, that he had merely held the place for him until the time was right.
The problem with Mike Wheeler was not that he didn't know how to exist in halves, but that he refused to let Will Byers exist without him. In 1991, Will Byers is an art student at NYU, living for the 10:00 PM calls and the thick, ink-stained manuscripts Mike sends from Bloomington. He has resigned himself to being the moon to Mike’s sun.
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26 Jan 2026
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i'm outside the door, invite me in so we can go back and play pretend by acarnivalbear, angelsfizz
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
26 Jan 2026
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Logically, Mike knows what he’s doing is weird. Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind he knows it. Still, he tells himself that it’s normal. That he is normal. That stealing a box of his best friend’s clothes labeled ‘donate’ in black marker and keeping it firmly hidden in the back of his closet was something any normal person would do. It wasn’t weird, anyone else would do the same!
And who could blame him? Mike has been surrounded by Will for as long as he can remember. They’re close! Mike cares about Will, always has. The urge to protect him, to take care of him, was so instinctual even before Mike had presented as an alpha. They were a pair, always together, attached at the hip until… well, until recently but Mike was going to work on that! He really was!
And now the Byers have moved to Lenora. To fucking California and Mike feels like he’s lost a limb.
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24 Jan 2026
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“Your scent is going to drive me crazy.” He muttered.
“What do I smell like?” Will whispered.
“Like you need me to ravish you.”
Fuck.
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Mike is struggling and starting to disconnect from the pack. Will goes to talk to him, as best friends do.
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24 Jan 2026
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"I don't know what you're talking about."
Noah barely restrained himself from slinging a leg around Finn's lap right there in the backseat, instead his voice came out tense with some twisted kind of want, "You wanted people to know I was going home with you."
A movie premiere party tests Finn--Noah's way more into it than he should be.
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24 Jan 2026
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"With a casual flick of his wrist, Will released the pressure. Mike collapsed into the cushions, gasping violently, clutching his chest as oxygen finally flooded back into his system. "Hey... that’s... that’s not fair," Mike wheezed out, his heart racing, not just from the lack of air, but from the terrifyingly beautiful sight of Will standing over him.
Will smirked. He sat down and rested a hand firmly on Mike’s knee. The heat of his palm seared through Mike’s jeans. "Life isn’t fair, Mike," Will laughed softly, then turned to slide the movie into the player.
As the movie started, Mike’s mind was a chaotic buzz of static. He should have been annoyed, but he couldn't stop staring at the side of Will’s face. He felt a shameful, electric thrill at having been so completely dominated, so helpless under Will’s literal thumb. He wanted to see it again. He needed to see that look of absolute control on Will’s face."
Or, Mike has a thing for when Will uses his powers, especially when Will uses it on him, and Will likes seeing Mike squirm.
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23 Jan 2026