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In the end, it doesn’t matter. None of it fucking matters. Because what’s really in control is the tension. This elusive string tied between their chests that’s always changing length. Right now it’s so short and taught and strong that Will can’t imagine resisting it. So really, it was never a matter of if he would. Just when. When will he fold? When will he let go and let himself follow Mike into the water?
He dares to glance down at his knees, where he can see Mike’s fingers peeking out from behind his calves (as if he needed that visual reminder that they’re touching), and then back up to meet Mike’s expectant gaze.
He’s going to do it. He’s such a fucking idiot.
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Mike & Will have a long overdue conversation on the way back to Hawkins— by, in, and around a random motel pool.
Bookmarked by justforkicks0422
11 Dec 2025
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the buzz is crazy (crazy, like crazy together :D)
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It’s winter in Hawkins, and Mike and Will aren’t speaking anymore. Living in Mike’s house, Will tries to be invisible, spending most of his time in the basement.
Then the power goes out — and if there’s one thing he dreads more than facing Mike, it’s the cold.
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Seven nights in which Mike and Will have to sleep in the same bed, even though they’re barely friends anymore.
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“Besides, don’t you think you’d be sad if one of your friends died?”
Mike had thought of his friends—of Lucas’s playful shoves and Dustin’s high laughter and Will’s special smiles reserved just for him—and shrugged her off, because that wasn’t anything that he would ever have to worry about.
Three years later, his fingers wrapped around the cold metal of a fire engine, digging into the bar as he watched his best friend’s body be pulled from the water.
Mike Wheeler and the fight against inevitability.
Bookmarked by justforkicks0422
08 Dec 2025
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just some of the prettiest writing, what if this was canon duffers?
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Will raised an eyebrow at his friend's antics, then dropped his eyes to where he knew Dustin had reached a hand out towards him.
“This summer, we stick together. You and me, Byers.”
Will grinned, taking Dustin’s hand and shaking it. “You and me, Henderson.”
A rewrite of S3:
The night Dustin gets back from Camp Knowhere, he brings the Party up to the highest point in Hawkins to set up Cerebro. He thought that his friends would be excited to have him back-- even if it wasn't the most entertaining to sit on a hill and talk into a radio with no response, he thought they would at least wait for him before going home. He thought it was going to be the best summer ever.
Instead, he finds himself and the one friend that didn't leave him, Will Byers, intercepting a weird Russian transmission.
And, well... if he couldn't have the best summer ever, at least he and Will would have an eventful one.
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Will stares at them, dumbfounded, and he barely processes the sound of a zipper closing Mike’s backpack. He runs his finger back and forth across the top one before asking: “What’re these?”
“Letters,” Mike answers softly, “The letters that I never sent to–”
“You wrote me?” Will interrupts weakly. He stares at Mike with impossibly wide eyes as he stiffly nods his head. “How come you never…?”
“I was scared.” And before Will even has the chance to question what, exactly, is so scary about sending a letter to your long-distance best friend, Mike is hurriedly saying, “Just read them, okay? I promise they’ll explain what I can’t.”
Or Lettergate at Lover’s Lake
Bookmarked by justforkicks0422
01 Dec 2025
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oh letter gate please be real i beg of u