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Will can’t allow himself the luxury of a wet dream tonight, so he wills for Mike to stop moving.
Mike does not stop moving.
Will frowns, mustering up more focus, sharpening his control.
Mike still doesn’t stop, but he lets out an annoyed whine. “What’s fucking tugging at me right now?”
What.
“I’m—trying to stop you. Stop.” Will’s voice comes out warped and distant, unused to being spoken out loud in the dreamscape.
Mike stops moving, as instructed, breathing heavily against Will’s open mouth. “Why? Isn’t this—isn’t this just a dream? Come on.”
Huh?!
What is Will’s subconscious trying to achieve right now?—or—
Will's powers have been acting up lately, thanks to the stress of college and a part time job.
He finds solace in his usual lucid dreams. Except, suddenly — they get clearer. More vivid. More out of control.
Will assumes it's just his subconscious working through some very obvious problems.
Mike assumes he's just having weird sex dreams about his best friend because he's stressed and pent-up.Neither of them realizes they're sharing them.
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Knock knock knock
“Jesus Christ! Hold on,” he mumbles, floating down the steps. He flicks on the porch light and yanks the door open. “What the hell are you–” He freezes.
For a moment, he really does believe he’s dreaming. You know, given that not a single fucking thing about this situation makes any goddamn sense. Because on the short trip from his bedroom to the front door, Mike made a list in his head of all of the people that could potentially be on the other side. It was a rather abbreviated list, to be fair: The cops. Nancy. His landlady, Freida. That one drunk guy he occasionally gives a cigarette to if he happens to be smoking on his porch when he walks by.
But it’s not any of those people. It’s Will. A year older, soaking wet, shivering with a waterlogged duffel bag slung over his left shoulder. Yeah. He’s dreaming. Because he had spoken to Will on the phone not even ten hours ago. He was about to go on his three year anniversary date with his long term boyfriend in New York City.
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Will needs some space from his boyfriend, James, and for whatever reason, he decides to take that space at Mike's townhouse in Boston. Mike is going to be so normal about it.
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Will Byers doesn’t consider himself brave. He considers himself a HD student with a low tolerance for vodka and a talent for leaving early. But bravery, it turns out, isn’t always loud. Sometimes it's handed out like permission slips at crowded college parties: permission to drink too much vodka, to flirt badly, and take a hit from someone else’s cola flavoured vape.
Or; College AU, Will "Ivy League" Byers/Mike "Teenage Dirtbag" Wheeler
(Vodka bottle fic)
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“Shut up!” Mike says with a scowl. “I meant, like…I was just thinking…why don’t we just do it? Why don’t Will and I kiss?”
It’s as if you could hear a pin drop.
Lucas stares at Mike like he’s grown an extra head. Dustin and El exchange a meaningful look. Even Max, who just a moment ago had been happily poking fun at Mike, is seemingly at a loss for words.
Will is silent too, color rising to his cheeks. It’s one thing for Max to suggest it; it’s another entirely for Mike to double down. Mike, his best friend for as long as he can remember. Mike, who regardless of any newfound warmth could barely touch Will for an entire year. Mike, who is oblivious to the fact that Will is desperately in love with him.
Mike, who despite all that said Why don’t Will and I kiss as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
After his first semester of college ends, Will is more than happy to spend a relaxing New Year's Eve in Mike's basement with the rest of the Party. Things go off the rails, however, when Max and El ask everyone to join in on an interesting new tradition—a tradition which may or may not involve him and Mike sharing a kiss.
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press you to the pages of my heart by paladins (nondisclosure)
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
18 Jan 2026
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Mike can see the flush on Will’s skin move up his neck and onto his cheeks. His fingers twitch at his sides like they're trying to reach out and grab the sketchbook, but the rest of his body stays frozen. “I – That’s not – You don’t know that that’s you.”
Mike gives him an incredulous look. “I think I would know what my own naked body looks like, Will, and what you’ve drawn in here is definitely it. Except for this. I mean, I guess the one at the top right kind of looks like it, but the rest…No resemblance.”
“Wha –” Will starts to stutter out, but his mouth slams shut when Mike turns the sketchbook around to show Will the page of dicks. “That’s not what it looks like.”
“Yeah, I know, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” Mike says, exasperated.
or, mike finds will's secret sketchbook that's filled with dirty drawings of mike. the only thing he didn't get right is mike's dick.