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Two months of long-distance has turned Mike and Will’s letters into a lifeline. But when Jane accidentally mails a letter containing Will’s private fantasies, the distance between Hawkins and Lenora officially catches fire.
What follows is an escalation of provocative Polaroids, a "ruined" letter, and an oversized Hellfire shirt that smells like home. Across a 1,500-mile phone line, the metaphors of "cleric and paladin" are finally stripped away, replaced by raw hunger and a promise: when Mike gets to California, he’s going to mark every inch of Will's skin.
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I wrote this at like 3:00am based on a dream I had. So.
.Mike was touchy, it was just in his nature.
Maybe that's why, when Mike reached out, hands cupping his own, leaning in close, a murmur of “I miss you, Will. I miss us,” all Will did was squeeze back, the way he always had.
It started off the same as always, something unintentional that Will could brush off, accident touches that slowly grew into something friendly, platonic, normal. The occasional nudge of an elbow to his side, a long look and a hand reaching out to grip his shoulder. Simple. Friendly.
But now?
Now Mike couldn't seem to be able to keep his hands off of him.
It was driving Will crazy.
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Mike lets out a frustrated groan and knocks his head back against the seat—like Hopper’s the one being cryptic here.
Mike’s voice cracks slightly when he repeats, “He hurt Will.” More urgent this time. More desperate.
“Okay. I get that,” Hopper says slowly. “But it doesn’t explain why—”
Mike cuts him off, sharp. “If Will didn’t tell you, then I’m not telling you.”
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When Hopper gets a call about that damn Wheeler kid, he's pissed. Until he realizes what exactly he's dealing with.
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"This okay?" Mike presses his fingers down, ever so slightly. Will inhales sharply and nods, but strangely, Mike isn't satisfied. Because of this, he says something so, so stupid—
"Can you use your words for me?"
Another sharp noise escapes Will. Mike stiffens, tugging his hands away as he mentally calculates the flight cost for a one-way trip from New York to the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, until Will leans back into his hands with a soft sigh.
"Yeah," he says, softly. "Yeah, it's— it's good."
When Mike touches the back of Will’s neck, Will loses himself. Mike, obviously, decides to abuse this.
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- Part 2 of between the sheets
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“Wait, holy shit,” Mike breathes out, looking down at Will's jeans. He undoes the button, “Are you wearing...”
His eyebrows shot up as he stared at the lacy material peeking out of Will's jeans. It's red, perfectly wrapped around Will's lower waist. Mike looks at it with his mouth agape like a fucking idiot. He feels like he just discovered the Mona Lisa.
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14 Feb 2026