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Ukrainian Man, Please Sing to Me by FINNS
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt
28 Dec 2025
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“Mike! Hey, I saw you in the hallway earlier, but you ignored me—I mean, you didn't hear me when I called out your name. What's with the new look anyway? I don't have any classes with Dustin or Lucas, and all I could think about was—”
“Hold it, American,” Mike cut off Will with a weird… Slavic(?) accent and a pointer finger pressed to Will’s lips. “My name is not Mike. I’m assuming you mean Mike Wheeler, no?” Not-Mike said with a smirk at the end as his finger moved up to poke at Will’s forehead multiple times.
Will froze.
Will meets a charming boy, whose defined black curls frame a face marked by deep bags under his eyes, a fluent vocabulary, a beautiful accent, and rich life experience, evoking a profound attraction in Will. Desperate to hold onto this feeling of being understood and seen, Will feels willing to risk everything, even his life.
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Red-Stained Fists by FINNS
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
01 Sep 2024
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"What the fuck?!"
His face was fucked up and Izuku was feeling tired. His ears rang and his eyes were drowsy.
"Midoriya!"
Izuku coughed and he kicked the semi-unconscious boy on the floor, chuckling. He looked around at the now empty classroom, slowly. Where did everyone go? Smiling, he turned around to the door.
"Izuku Midoriya! Back away!"
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Or, middle-schooler Izuku snaps and takes it out on Katsuki.
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Craig breaks up with Tweek for a ridiculous reason. Kenny is trying to get Tweek back while Tweek goes through the stages of grief trying to get over Craig. But don't you experience grief when a loved one has passed? To Tweek, it feels like Craig died and no longer lives. Will Tweek every feel better?
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i'll love you (even at the end of the world) by ziahra
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
26 Jan 2026
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“Mike,” Will had said to him, voice calm despite how hard it was for him to even make a sound. He didn’t try to sit up, but Mike wasn’t sure he could, even if he wanted to. “I need you to kill me.”
Mike shook his head, holding Will closer to his chest.
“Mike, please.” Will pleaded, closing his eyes against the light, or perhaps it was too much effort to keep them open. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” Mike whispered, surprised at how vulnerable he sounded, at the shake and utter defeat in his voice. “You won’t kill me, Will. Because we’re the same. We can’t hurt each other, even at the end of the world.”
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It's been three years since the start of the zombie apocalypse and Mike is finally returning home. He discovers that not only is he not the sole survivor of Hawkins, but that his friends and sister are alive, too. As he begins to reconnect with them, the tension between them begins to increase, and Mike doesn't know how long he can stay with them.
Because while some of the group are more than happy to have him around, others don't like the company he keeps...
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Bookmarked by FINNS
14 Feb 2026
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OH MY GOD. Happy Valentine’s Day to me and Byler. I’m sobbing as I write this; the story telling was just so perfectly executed and projected. I’M CRYING SO HARD I LOVE THIS.
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And I could be good (But Heaven closed the gates on me) by thefutureisbright
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
01 Feb 2026
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“I’m not okay,” Will choked out, the words torn messily from him. “And I don’t feel safe. And I don’t… I don’t want it to stop. The feeling. I don’t want it to stop, Mike.”
Mike’s eyes widened. In an instant, he reached out, not hesitating, and pulled Will inside, shutting the door against the world. The apartment was dim, lit only by a desk lamp.
“Hey,” Mike murmured, his hands coming up to cradle Will’s face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped. “Hey, it’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Will gasped, shaking his head, his hands coming up to clutch at Mike’s wrists. “It’s not. It’s terrifying. You’re terrifying.”
Mike’s breath caught. Instead of pulling back, he leaned closer, his forehead gently touching Will’s. “Then let me terrify you,” he whispered, his voice raw. “Because you terrify me, too. Every single day.”
The confession hung suspended between them. Will could feel the heat radiating from Mike’s skin, see the pulse jumping in his throat.
OR: the artist Will's and the poet Mike's who love them
Bookmarked by FINNS
12 Feb 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
I don't know why—and it's probably weird—but I feel acknowledged by Mike in this. Seen in a way a mirror would reflect a matching half, only if it were draped in a dusty old sheet. I love this a lot.