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- Stranger Things (TV 2016) (12)
- Doctor Who (2005) (11)
- Star Trek (7)
- Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (4)
- IT (Movies - Muschietti) (2)
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“Okay, I don’t ‘like to be manhandled’–”
Will sat suddenly, bracketing Mike’s legs between his own and using two hands on his shoulders to flip them until Mike was lying horizontally on the sofa with Will on top of him. Mike gasped, the breath knocked out of him, and was once again rendered speechless.
“You were saying?”
“Okay fine!” Mike acquiesced, “But it’s not my fault you got so strong all of a sudden!”
Will rolled his eyes fondly.
“I didn’t ‘get strong’, Mike. I’ve been like this since Cali. You just chose not to notice,”
“Yeah, well, it’s sorta hard to hide your feelings when you’re daydreaming about your best friend’s biceps every other minute,”
Will flushed then, eyes widening. His heart did a funny little jump, and he felt tingly all over.
“My biceps?”
“...Among other things,”______________
Or, Mike has been acting weird since Will realised he had powers. Will thinks it's because he's scared. In reality, Mike is just whipped.
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“You– you kissed me,” He murmured, before bringing his free hand up to his mouth and tracing his bottom lip in awe. Mike had never seen anything more attractive.
“Is that… okay?” Mike tried. Will’s gaze had been far-off, not quite focused, like he was stuck in his mind. Now it locked onto Mike’s with intent. Mike resisted the urge to shiver.
“Why?” Will asked.
“Because,” Mike breathed, heart in his throat, “I like you, Will. A lot. God, so much. The most. Uh– romantically, obviously.” He stuttered, blushing profusely. Will was still gawking at him.
“You…” Will began, cogs whirring behind his eyes. “You like guys?”
Mike jerked back, looking away.
“Um. Well, I like you. And you’re– uh,”
Will shook his head suddenly, hand coming up to turn Mike’s face back towards him.
“Fuck, sorry, ignore me, just– just a shock,” He let out a sort of breathless laugh that Mike wanted to preserve forever. Will’s eyes flicked obviously down, before meeting Mike’s gaze again. Mike swallowed. “I like you too,” Will murmured. “Romantically,”_________________
Or, Mike finally kisses Will. He's far more enthusiastic than Will had prepared for.
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Mike sighed as he moved back to his knees in front of Will. The more clarity Will regained, the more he felt the need to shuffle, to look away, to cover his blushing face. Mike was on his knees in front of him. God, he should not be thinking like this. The proximity didn’t help, nor the fact that Mike’s gaze seemed unable to leave Will’s face for more than ten seconds.
“I’m gonna have to deal with that gash,” He said, and Will huffed.
“I can– I can do it myself, Mike–” He said, making to get up before wincing in pain at the tug on his wounded skin, collapsing back into the chair with a gasp.
“Would you stop that?” Mike urged, voice stern. Will stared back at him.
“Stop what?”
“Trying to– I don’t know, play this off. Act like I shouldn’t care,”
“You shouldn’t care, Mike. I’m fine, it’ll heal.”
“I know that, Will. I know you can look after yourself if you need to. But you don’t. I’m here, just— just let me help you,”
Will met Mike’s pleading gaze and caved in a matter of moments.________________
Or, Will gets in a fight. Mike patches him up.
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“Are we…” Mike began, “Are we wrong, Will?”
Will’s eyebrows were drawn and he bit his trembling lip.
“I don’t know,” Will shook his head, tears flowing now, his body feeling a horrible mix of shame, disgust, fear and something else, something like relief, like vindication. Mike sniffed. He straightened up, and Will had to tilt his head to look up at him.
“Tell me to stop,” Mike said, and it sounded almost like a plea as he moved towards Will. Will’s lips parted. Mike reached out, cupped his face. He slid fingers into soft hair and hated how right it felt, how electrifying.
“Please, Will,” He muttered, breath against Will’s lips. “Tell me to stop,” A pause, Mike’s eyes closed, Will’s wide. His whole body frozen. Then:
“I can’t,”_______________________
Or, Mike and Will share a motel room on the way to find El. Confessions are made, but this time there are no easy answers.
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“Would you be willing to drop by the lab once your show’s finished? I, um, I wanted to talk to you. About science.”
There was a slow exhale, and Cecil’s voice was a whole lot deeper when he spoke again.
“Oh, yes, I’d love to,” He said, and Carlos shivered.
“Maybe we could, uh, do some science together, too,”
Cecil’s breath caught and Carlos heard the sound of something like a pen clattering to his desk.
“Carlos!” He hissed, “There are children listening!”
Carlos laughed at how easily Cecil got worked up over decidedly non-sexual science talk.
“Right. My mistake. Goodbye, Cecil,” He chuckled into the receiver. He could practically hear Cecil’s smile on the other end of the line.
“I’ll see you soon. Bye, sweetheart,” He murmured, and Carlos thought he might melt. “Carlos! I mean Carlos. How strange, perhaps the hooded figures have been tampering with our speech patterns again, I have no clue why I said that, listeners–” He rushed, before promptly hanging up.______________
Or, during the early stages of Cecil and Carlos' relationship, John Peters lets slip to Carlos that Cecil has tentacles. Carlos does what any good scientist would, and investigates.
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A collection of Deep Space Nine fics inspired by parts of The Rocky Horror Picture Show
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