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Three years ago, Mike Wheeler was too afraid to speak, too afraid to feel the truth that was always buried deep within him. He let the one person who had always been his safe place, Will Byers, slip away, and in that silence it became too late.
Now, living a life drained of color and weighed down by regret, Mike follows a thread of hope to New York City, desperate to find the boy he let go. When he sees Will on the dance floor, confident and alive in a way Mike never imagined, he is stunned. Every smile, every movement reminds him of all the years he spent afraid and all the years he spent loving in silence.
Standing before him, hearts tremble and words falter. Mike is desperate for a life where fear does not rule him, where regret does not weigh him down, and where he can finally fight for the person he has loved all along.
For the first time in years, he is not willing to let that love slip away again.
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Getting snowed in at Mike Wheeler’s house wasn’t supposed to be anything special—just another night of warmth, laughter, and shared comfort like always. Between hot cocoa, tangled blankets, and whispered honesty, Will begins to realize that the bond that’s carried them through childhood might be shifting into something neither of them fully understands yet. When small gestures suddenly feel bigger, when simple touches linger longer, and when a single night begins to change how they see everything, Will is left wondering if some things were destined all along.
Maybe this Christmastime Mike will finally realize that he could be the one to give Will everything he wants.
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- Part 1 of byler holidays
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At first, Mike was unsure how to approach him when he got like this. But they’ve been living together for months now, never further than five feet apart in their dorm beds, so Mike’s learned what works and what doesn’t.
It works when he wakes Will like this, with gentle hands and words, telling him he’s safe. It works when he climbs into Will’s warm bed, turning him on his side and curling up against his back, an arm over his waist and his cheek pressed against his shoulder. They lie together like that until Will’s hiccupping gasps soften into steady breaths, until Mike feels him go limp in his arms and he knows he’s fallen back asleep. It always works.
or: Will has nightmares and Mike is the only one who can console him. Not even Will's boyfriend can. Mike takes great pride in this fact.
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Will starts a habit of sleeping in Mike's room.
Without a word, Mike reaches out and lightly grabs Will's jaw. He tilts his head up, down, side to side, studying every angle. There's no way he can't feel Will's pulse beating fast and hard against his hand, but either way, he doesn't comment on it.
"Hmm", sneaks out of Mike's mouth.
"Hmm?", Will can only parrot back.
Now he studies Will's eyes, trying to commit their shape and hue to memory - trying to erase memories of Will's possessed dark, clouded eyes. His Will, but not.
Will softens in his grasp and opens himself to Mike's gaze, no longer trying to steel himself from the moment, hide himself away. Just present, just here.
And something in Mike softens, too.
"There you are," Mike whispers.
This is hungry work.
(prob mature, explicit to be safe)
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(give me a second to) forget i ever really meant it by delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy)
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
05 Feb 2024
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“Any of it.” Will shrugs, embarrassed. “I don’t know how to ask someone out, or how to act on a date, or how to- kiss, or anything like that.”
“Oh.” Mike’s expression clears, and he grins. “Well, like I said, you’re a catch, so I don’t think you’d need to worry about putting people off or something. And all of that stuff is way easier than it sounds, seriously.”
Will makes a face. “That can’t be true.”
“I’m serious!” Mike says, laughing a little. “Here, we can practice.” He shifts on the bed, arranging his legs beneath him and sitting up a little straighter, running a casual hand through his hair. “Pretend I’m a guy you like.”
Practice makes perfect, especially when the person you're practicing with is your best friend.

