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okay so are the curtains blue for a reason or what (this is a metaphor) by sunflower_J
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
28 Dec 2025
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Now, someone walked into the room. A boy, awkwardly standing at the side of his bed, looking over him worriedly. His hair was brown and scruffy, and he had big baby doe eyes and a yellow-and-blue horizontally-striped shirt like a cartoon character. The window was lighting him up like he was important to Mike’s narrative. The curtains are blue, thought Mike, this boy is light. I love metaphors. Maybe he was high on the pain meds. Upon seeing him, Mike felt a great affection, a great peace. Plus, he had long eyelashes. Mike almost giggled to himself. He was definitely a little high.
“Hi.” breathed Mike.
“Hi.” he said, hesitating.
“We’re friends?” Mike asked hopefully.
Or: During the Party's final battle with Vecna, Mike is gravely injured and loses his memories. He wakes up in a hospital only remembering a handful of inconsequential little things, like how much he loves a boy who seems like light.
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Bookmarked by atlantablack
23 Jan 2026
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“Do you want to hear a real metaphor?” Mike asked softly, looking at the Tiffany lamp glow lighting up the flecks of green in his irises.
“Sure. As long as this one’s nice. Don’t be mean to yourself.”
Like gently holding Will’s wrist when he pulled his hand to his mouth to kiss the place where a splinter once was, he said: “You’re light. To me, you’re like light.”
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“You kissed me,” he repeats, pointing at Mike. “Did you fucking forget that? That you fucking initiated it?”
“Will—“
“You kissed me,” Will says again. His voice breaks. “You held me, and you kissed me, and you liked it.”
Mike stares at him, taking a breath that trembles.
“I know you liked it,” Will says softly, looking into Mike’s eyes. They’re shining.
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22 Jan 2026
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He’s blunt, and straightforward, and he’d just said, “Come here,” when Will started to cry. And Will went, because there was no room for argument, no space for refusal. Everyone else checks in on him, asks shit like Would that be okay? Do you want to do that? Is that alright?
Come here, Mike had said.
He held his arms open, and Will knew it was a terrible idea, being in love with him and all, but he fell into them, collapsed against Mike’s body. Tucked his face into Mike’s neck and focused on the feeling of Mike’s heartbeat, the sound of Mike’s voice as he hushed him and whispered things like You’re okay and I’ve got you.
Mike seemed to know just how to touch him. How to hold him.
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would it really kill you if we kissed by delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy)
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
08 Nov 2022
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in which mike won't stop implying things, will won't stop freaking out about it, and the party thinks they're both idiots.
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21 Jan 2026
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Max snorts, wrapping her arms around El's waist and poking her head out from behind her. "Yeah, he, like, worships the ground Will walks on," she adds, smirking at Mike. "'Oh, here, Will, let me carry your bags for you! Here, Will, take the front seat, all our other friends can cram in the back! Here, Will, let's share my lunch because I'd rather die than let you go hungry-'"
"Max," Will protests halfheartedly, cheeks flaming because those are all, in fact, actual things that Mike has said to him, recently even, so he can't even argue. "C'mon."
Mike rolls his eyes. "Nah, it's fine," he announces, flopping back down and folding both arms over his face this time. "You are my favorite."
Will's brain briefly stops working, and he twists all the way around to face Mike, ignoring the gleeful expressions on his friends' faces. "I- really?" he stutters out, staring at Mike, unable to tear his eyes away from Mike, actually, which, wow, he thought he was improving in that department. It's just- he can't remember the last time Mike agreed with Max on anything, ever, and here he's saying you're my favorite like it's objective, irrefutable fact, and it's just- it's making Will a little lightheaded.
"Obviously," Mike answers, peeking out at him from under his arms and giving Will a small smile. "Crazy together."
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“I used to crawl backwards when I was a baby,” he says, and Mike opens his eyes, staring back at the older teen with blurry eyes.
“What?”
“I,” Steve says, a smile tugging at his lips, “used to crawl backwards as a baby.”
He’s being dead serious right now.
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It's the beginning of the end of the world, and Mike Wheeler is having an... interesting week, to say the least.
Bookmarked by atlantablack
20 Jan 2026
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Steve nods slowly, like he’s trying to take in Mike’s words. The flashlight continues to get twirled between his fingers, its little light hitting the ceiling then the wall then the floor again and again and again. “I think you should say something,” he comments. “You’re a smart kid, and you’re usually right about this shit. If you think this is what we should do, then I think we should listen.”
Before Mike can even process those words, Steve pauses, and his lips quirk into a little smile. “You tell anyone— especially Nance—I said this, I’ll deny it,” he adds. “But you’re one of the smartest kids I know. You always have been, especially when it comes to this shit. So, I trust you. I’d listen to you.”
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Mike grabs Will’s hands and tangles them with his own, blinking up at him through his long, dark lashes. His eyes are endless. Solid black, like the night above them. So shiny that Will can see himself, tipsy and happy, in the reflection. “I want to be stuck with you,” Mike whispers, like it’s a secret. “I don’t ever want to leave.”
Will sucks in a sharp breath, squeezing his hands. “Then don’t,” he whispers back, punched-out and honest. “Stay.”
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Senior year in Hawkins. Will and Mike figure some things out.