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    In a desperate, last-ditch flail of an effort to salvage the situation, Mike grabbed Will’s arm.

    The silence veered from heavy to charged. All of Mike’s attention surged into his hand. He felt like the entirety of his consciousness was suddenly located in the place where his skin touched Will’s.

    What the fuck, thought Mike for the second time in ten minutes.

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    After first using his powers, Will falls unconscious—and stays that way. Refusing to leave Will's side, Mike reflects on the last year and a half while he waits for Will to wake up.

    aka mikewhatthefuckdidyoudogate, FEATURING: wound cleaning, bed sharing, disco, Jealous!Mike, queer literary analysis, & the most horrifying eldritch specter of all (gay panic). Canon compliant through S5 Vol 1.

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    28 Dec 2025

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    really great concept for s5! this is the avalanche i was hoping for!

     

    It had always been hard to look away from Will, especially when it was so easy for him to disappear.

    But ever since that day, when he pictures his future, he sees Will looking up at a skyscraper, Will dodging between clusters of people on a busy sidewalk, Will drinking coffee out of a styrofoam cup, Will lit up by neon, Will eating a bagel, Will framed by well-kept trees growing out of concrete. Mike hasn’t been to New York before, so he doesn’t know if his imagination is accurate. The important thing is that Will is there.

    “I really don’t want my idiocy to ruin your life,” he says into Will’s ear, like it’s a secret, like they aren’t the only people down here.

    He looks at Will and feels his pulse beating under his thumb. Or maybe that’s his own heartbeat. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

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    “Come to NYU,” he says. Mouth moving before he really knows what he’s saying, what he’s offering. Thinking not about Mom, or Mike, or the ghosts of this town, but of himself, and what he wants. “With me. You and Lucas. Let’s all go. I’m sick of Hawkins.”

     

    (or: will byers and the art of moving on.)

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    20 Jan 2026

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    madwise and their boyfriend lucas.... Fawk yes

    You’re the heart of the party. Will had told Mike that, once. But Will is also a zombie, and zombies have no need of hearts. He thinks, belatedly, that he very well might have everything he needs right here.

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    Seeing him here, in New York, surrounded by the deep browns and golds of Hobart and Blackwell, is so alien to me I have to repress the urge to pinch myself like a child would after a dream. It looks incorrect, him standing here. Like someone has taken a pair of scissors to my memories of him, cut him out of his rightful place on the abandoned playground, and pasted him sloppily into a corner of my life where he doesn’t belong. Has it only been a few weeks? It feels like ages longer, like it’s been a decade, like we’re different people trying to see what exactly we liked about each other so much way back when.

    But then he says it again- “Potter.”- and that feeling vanishes as quickly as it arrived.

    “You came,” I say dumbly.

    He gives a cheery smirk that I don’t believe. “Promised I would.”

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    28 Dec 2021

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    probably my most read fic of all time LOL

    The past is nothing to him, an obstacle, something to weigh you down- the way I want it to. I want the past to devour me, drag me down into its muddy depths and never let me go. I refuse to have faith, as he does, in the future. Because she is not there.

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    On her twenty-third birthday, Lexa tells you that the average life span of commanders is twenty-four years, one month, and seventeen days.

    or: what it means to love the commander.

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    04 Dec 2024

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    You love someone who has been raised to die, and it is never easy.

    oh.....

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    "It's your house," he muttered. "It only seems right you should get to use it, once in a while. And it's been years since you took a vacation, and you were attacked by a psychopath lately, so you could probably use a break. But it's," he shifted in his chair, "probably it's not really your idea of a vacation, having to spend it with me and a, a pack of strays."

    "On the contrary," Hannibal said, anticipation unfurling warm and bubbly in his chest, "that sounds like a wonderful time."

    (Vietnamese translation available.)

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    02 Sep 2025

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    I think about this part all the time:
    "'It's a habit, that's all,' Will said. 'It's like always buying the same brand of toothpaste or always putting your car keys in your right pocket instead of your left. When you have an afternoon to yourself, you don't think, oh, I'll pick up the phone and call a friend to see if they want to come over, go to a movie, do something. Instead you compose some music or read a book or try a new recipe because that's what you've always done. Something hasn't come along to jostle that habit. Not yet.'

    Hannibal had to take a moment before he could reply. 'Surely the moratorium on psychoanalysis applies to you as well as me.'

    'That's not psychoanalysis,' Will said. 'That's empathy.'"