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She watches him land the final blow on whatever monster had gotten too close to town that night. She doesn’t get a good view in the dark, only hearing a horrible ugly wail and a wet thud as it collapsed onto the muddy field, and then the lightning illuminates him for a terrible moment. His torso is all red and blue, bloods mixing into a terrible purply-brown. The sword gleams unblemished in his hand, but his posture is weak, exhausted.
“Are you alright?” She asks him, gut twisting at the sight of him. Black eye, gash sweeping from temple to cheekbone, split lip. Blood mats in his blond hair, but he smiles when he sees her.
“Finally got your attention?” He wheezes, voice crackling with what must be blood in his throat. His blue eyes sparkle.
She throws his arm over her shoulder to help him up, pulling him back to her home across town. She plays dumb. Maybe he won’t know, doesn’t feel the same pull in his stomach that she does, the tingle where his skin brushes against hers.
“There are plenty of prettier girls in town who will fix you up better than I can, if you want me to drop you off,” she says.
He huffs out a strained breath, leaning his head onto her shoulder. “No. You can’t run this time.”Bookmarked by nancyqueeler
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would it really kill you if we kissed by delusionaltogether (Whyyyyy)
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
08 Nov 2022
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in which mike won't stop implying things, will won't stop freaking out about it, and the party thinks they're both idiots.
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13 Nov 2022
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Will moves back to an upright position, wiping his hair out of his eyes, head and shoulders peeking above the water. “Mike,” he says, pulling Mike up with him, their fingers still intertwined.
“Yeah?” Mike says, tilting his head so the water trickles out of his ears, wincing slightly. “What is it?”
Will’s eyes dart back and forth between his, and then Mike feels his hand squeeze his own. “I don’t want you to, like, think I moved back for you,” he starts, which in and of itself would be enough to get Mike’s soul soaring straight out of his own body, if it weren’t for Will’s thumb pressed against his pulse point like some kind of mortal tether. “Because it’s not like that, I promise. But I think– I think I realized there’s a difference between things you want and things you need, you know?”
mike wheeler on losing people and having them again, the difference between wanting and needing, and finally letting go.
ft. robin buckley, will byers, and the mortifying ordeal of working in the food service industry
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13 Nov 2022
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Christmas, 1986.
More than half the town of Hawkins evacuated when the first earthquake hit in the spring. For those that stayed, life is carrying on as normal. Or as close to normal as it can get. Sometimes lights flicker, you get used to it.
Then Max Mayfield wakes up from her eight month long coma and it's hard to pretend things are ever going to be the way they used to.
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“You’re, like, two hours early, dude,” Will says.
“I thought I was late,” a voice that is definitely not Steve’s replies.
Will gulps and drags his eyes up the long form that is Mike Wheeler.
His eyes catch on ratty converse. Ripped jeans. A Black Sabbath t-shirt. Mike is practically swimming in the black leather jacket hanging from his frame. His long hair is unkempt and he’s smirking at Will.
“I thought you were Steve,” Will says when he collects himself.
“Nope,” Mike replies. “Cooler than him.” He shifts on the balls of his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets. Quietly he asks, “I’m still invited to this right?”
Will chuckles, a light sound. “Yeah. Of course you are.”
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05 Sep 2022
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Mike grabs Will’s hands and tangles them with his own, blinking up at him through his long, dark lashes. His eyes are endless. Solid black, like the night above them. So shiny that Will can see himself, tipsy and happy, in the reflection. “I want to be stuck with you,” Mike whispers, like it’s a secret. “I don’t ever want to leave.”
Will sucks in a sharp breath, squeezing his hands. “Then don’t,” he whispers back, punched-out and honest. “Stay.”
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Senior year in Hawkins. Will and Mike figure some things out.
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