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Lewis looks at Nico, a soft but slightly sad smile on his face. “You were my person, once.”
“Oh, darling,” Nico looks at Lewis with all the love he feels exuding out of him. He takes Lewis in his arms and holds him against the space where his beating heart can be heard. He hopes Lewis feels it, how it still beats for him, even after all these years. “I still am.”
Or, they meet again, take things slow and learn who they are once more.
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Living well is the best revenge, so they say. In Jake's quiet fury at the dismissive, heartless way everyone spoke of his brother's death and the complete lack of empathy he found at every turn and corner, he decides to find a way to live the best life he can possibly conceive, with the opportunity Tommy left behind for him: a fresh start on a new world... just not exactly the way the RDA vultures meant.
(In which Jake Sully pulls the ultimate con on every person who failed to treat his brother's memory with respect, and every person who failed to be kind to their fellow man.)
((Previously 'From the Ashes.'))
(On hiatus, not abandoned.)
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- Part 1 of The Things that Come from Fire
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Jake doesn’t understand. How can Tommy be dead?
He’s alive. He was alive just hours ago. How can he be ashes in Jake’s arms?
Jake’s heart and mind have been ripped from his body, he’s a living wound, a barely conscious animal tethered to reality by the metal under his hands.
He’s half a soul in a broken body.
It’s nice to have nothing but time.
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There’s something wrong with Will.
It started three weeks ago, almost four. Will had woken from some sort of nightmare and, instead of seeking comfort in Mike the way he usually would, he’d rolled out a sleeping bag from the closet and chosen to sleep on the floor.
No one believes Mike, except for Joyce. But even she doesn’t understand the full extent to which something is wrong with Will.
Mike understands, though. Mike has been paying attention.
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- Part 1 of eye of the beholder
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She and Mike have a mutual understanding - Will is the most important thing in the world, and neither of them would let any harm come to him. It didn’t even shock Mike, not really, when he realized this—between him and Joyce, there is no one in the world who loves Will more. It was like he’d just always known this, accepted it as a small child and never questioned it. He hopes that after everything is said and done, Will won’t hate him for his love.
Will grins at him, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “well, either way, I don’t know if this is something you’d—be able to forgive me for.”
Mike frowns at the way his voice catches mid-sentence. His body violently disagrees with Will, his stomach lurching and chest tightening at his words. It’s the first time in a while that Mike has thought that Will is genuinely a little bit stupid. How can he not see that Mike would do anything for him? That Mike could never hate him? That there is not a single thing in existence that he could do which would require any level of forgiveness from him?
If either of them had any sins to atone for, it was Mike.
“It hurts so—” a cough wracks Will’s frame, wet and bubbly “—so much.”
That beautiful hazel-green eye reflects the pain Will feels, the fear. He’s afraid to die. His Will—usually so full of life, bursting at the seams with it—is afraid to die. Mike chokes. He can’t do this.
“You have to,” Will gasps shakily. “I trust you.” It’s barely a whisper, “you could never hurt me, Mike.”
God, Mike is in love with him.
He hopes he’ll get the chance to tell him that.
He feels numb.
He wants to die.
Mike is going to kill someone.
Likely himself.
All of that pain, that torture, that horror, had been for nothing.
He feels violently ill, a nausea he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to rid himself of. Hearing Will speak about himself this way fucking hurts. He sees Will as nothing less breathtaking than the stars—nothing less miraculous than the creation of life itself—and here he is thinking that he deserves torture and Hell solely because he likes boys.
Because he sees himself as a mistake.
Mike understands, he supposes—he’s contended with his own inner demons about his sexuality, especially in recent years as he’s come to realize exactly what his true feelings for his best friend are. But that’s all he’s ever had to deal with; his own inner shame.
Mike wants to kill Vecna, the Mindflayer, Troy and Andy and Chance and every other bully who’s ever made Will feel like he deserves any of the horror he’s been forced to endure in his life.
More than anything—and not for the first time in his short life—Mike wants to kill Lonnie Byers.
“You’re okay,” Mike’s voice is a whisper—his eyes are closed—the moment so intimate he fears that just looking at Will will ruin everything, “it’s okay. You’ve never deserved a single second of this. Never. I promise you this.”
Will’s breathing slows again, but still judders with his sobs. Mike feels the way each puff of air tickles the skin of his lips, an indirect kiss.
“You’re going to be okay. I’m here. I will be here every step of the way. I am not going to leave you, Will, not for a second. We’ll be okay.”
He blindly reaches a hand out towards Will’s, encircling the scabby, blood covered wrist. “You told me I was the Heart but you were wrong, It’s you, Will, you’re the Heart. You’re my Heart.” He pulls the hand up desperately towards his chest, over his heart, as if he can somehow make Will’s beat the same way via osmosis.
“You feel that?” His voice is deseperate, pleading, “it’s for you, Will. It’s always been for you.”
His breath is coming harder now, ragged and uneven. Every inhale makes his ribs feel like they’re cracking. The words he’s been burying for years are finally clawing their way free.
“I was so scared,” Mike whispers, “scared of losing you. Scared of everything that was happening to us. Scared of what my feelings meant. Scared of everything except for you. You’re the only thing that’s ever made any fucking sense to me, Will.”
He kisses him like the world is ending.
He kisses him like he’s finally found the truth he’s been running from all these years.
Nancy shakes her head fiercely, cupping his cheeks despite his attempts to pull away. “You’re not pathetic,” she says, voice breaking. “You love him. That’s not pathetic. That’s human.”
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The world is falling apart and Will doesn’t even know if he has the right to say that it is happening again, or if it just never stopped happening. When he meets Chance, obnoxious, charming Chance, Will wonders if it’s worth it to put him in danger just for the sake of his heart.
or: Just Chance getting dragged into all the supernatural stuff and stupidly pinning
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"You don't get to choose who you love, but you do get to choose whether you shut them out because of it," She just added in the end, softly, as he let her hand go off his back.
"I care too much for him to let him love me" Will whispered, quietly.
"Will, not everything that touches you breaks."
Will didn't believe her, but he wanted to.
Will laughed softly, but there was no joy in it. "I'm not the one you chose back then, Mike. And that's okay."
And Mike felt it all so wrong, because Will was right.
He would’ve chosen Will any time, really. He would've done everything for him, looked only at him. But instead he chose not to see anything, to suppress his own feelings. He chose to hide it away even from him himself.
"I don't have any hard feelings." Mike just answered. What else was there to say? Just like Will had said, he too would always love Will no matter what.
Will smiled, softly. "Neither do I."
And just like that, it was too late.
Will's confession was not in any way like he had planned or overthought throughout the years. It didn't end up in a happy, beautiful relationship, the pay off of years and years of waiting. And it also didn't end up in a fight, in the loud end of their friendship as Mike saw him with disappointment or something equally wrong.
It just ended. Quietly. Empty.
Hopefully in the best way.
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Mike opens his mouth, then closes it. Too many questions crowded in the back of his throat. What happened to you this week? What are you hiding? Why didn’t you call me? None of them make it out.
Lucas, steadier, breaks the silence.
“Whose car was that?”
It takes Will a moment to answer. He blinks at the wall behind Lucas like he’s trying to rewind something in his head.
“I borrowed it,” he says finally.
Lucas tilts his head. “Really? From who?”
When Will Byers arrives at the WSQK radio station in a vandalized car none of them recognize, the walls he’s built start to crack. What slips out is a secret he’s been hiding in plain sight.
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- Part 1 of Under Pressure
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Outside, the night is still—quiet, save for the wind whispering through rusted chain-link fence.
Inside the car, two boys pretend they’re not drowning in the silence between them.
But with Chance, it was different. When Will rubbed his temples, Chance didn’t ask if he saw something. He just handed him aspirin and a glass of water without a word. Didn’t push. Didn’t prod.
In a way, it was one of the most generous things anyone has ever done for him.
“So no,” Mike says quietly. “I don’t think you’re pathetic.”
He pauses. Draws in a breath like it’s heavy, then exhales—slow and deliberate, like he’s finally letting go of something that’s lived in his chest too long.
“I am,” he says. “I don’t even know where you end and I begin.”
“She should have it because she’s sad. She’s sad, Mommy,” he’d told his mom, quietly, like it explained everything.
It had.
So now, he offers the same kindess for his new sister.
“Mike loves you, El,” he says. “I know that better than anyone.”
And meanwhile, Mike was choosing El. Over and over.
“You made me go through all of this alone,” Will says, voice low.
Mike stiffens, like the words have split him open, vulnerable enough for Will to see the ugly parts of him.
“I know,” he says, voice hoarse. “I'm sorry. I was scared.”
Will lets out a bitter laugh. “You think I wasn’t?”
Mike nods. “Yeah,” he says, voice small and helpless. “I think you’ve been braver than me this whole time.”
Silence stretches between them, heavy and fragile.
I’m just as selfish as you, Will thinks. It takes two to wreck something. Two to want it this badly. If Mike chose El in the end—chose safety, the familiar, the kind of company that didn’t upend his whole world—could Will really blame him?
No. He’d choose the easy option too, if he ever had that choice.
He glances up at Will, eyes shining faintly in the dim light. “I will still remember what it feels like to love you.”
The rain keeps falling, heavy and endless, and neither of them says anything for a while.
Then, quietly, almost like he’s afraid of breaking the moment, Will says, “That sounds nice.”
Mike lets out a shaky laugh, somewhere between relief and heartbreak.
“When we were in the basement you said people like us don’t get to hold hands in the daylight,” he murmurs. “It’s still sunset. That counts, right?”
Will doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t pull away either.
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mike wheeler's guide to falling in love with a superhero by smoosnoom (moonsooms)
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
05 Dec 2022
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“Uh-huh,” Mike says faintly, and he yelps when they narrowly avoid the edge of a shining skyscraper, and his hands clutch onto Spiderman instinctively. “Oh – my fucking God, that –”
Spiderman’s fingers press a little firmly into Mike’s shirt. "Just – hang on!"
"What do you mean just hang – was that a pun," Mike sputters, clutching onto Spiderman for dear life as they swing through the city, and he can hear the superhero laugh through the racing wind in his ears, the rumble of it under Mike’s arm wrapped around his middle.
In a city of superheroes, Mike keeps running into Spiderman, much to his dismay.
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