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Will Byers doesn’t consider himself brave. He considers himself a HD student with a low tolerance for vodka and a talent for leaving early. But bravery, it turns out, isn’t always loud. Sometimes it's handed out like permission slips at crowded college parties: permission to drink too much vodka, to flirt badly, and take a hit from someone else’s cola flavoured vape.
Or; College AU, Will "Ivy League" Byers/Mike "Teenage Dirtbag" Wheeler
(Vodka bottle fic)
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04 Mar 2026
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The Rawest Desire (In It's Friendliest Form) by vecnabutworse
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
21 Nov 2023
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"I mean, friends kiss, right? Max and El do it all the time." Mike said, his gaze bouncing across Will's features frantically as if he was looking for his next line somewhere between the freckles that lay on the bridge of Will's nose. Will tried to ignore just how often Mike's eyes fell down onto Will's spit-slicked lips.
Will wasn't sure if they were going to overlook the fact that Max and El have actually been dating for almost a year now. But Mike didn't mention it, so neither did Will. Instead, Will inched his face a little closer, so close that their noses brushed and he could practically feel the heat radiating off of Mike's flushed cheeks.
"Yeah, friends kiss," Will said simply.
"Yeah?" Mike asked.
"Yeah," Will confirmed. Mike nodded, almost dumbly. His eyes stayed steady on Will's lips now.
"Okay." Mike shuddered.
"Okay," Will whispered.They kissed again.
Logline: While home alone in Mike's bedroom, Will and Mike realize just how much they've been hiding from each other and themselves. Who knew their deepest secrets were hidden behind their lips and beneath their clothes?
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04 Mar 2026
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Mike is waiting for Will in the basement, a look of suspicious, nervous excitement on his face. He cleared the table and laid out upon it are two card games.
"Now, I know you’ll resist," Mike blurts out, stepping toward him. "But I think this will be good. For both of us! For when we... you know,” Mike trails off, “When we get partners.”
Will scoffs, stepping closer to inspect the titles.
Spill or Sip and Truth, Dare, or Strip.
Or: Mike suggests a spicy card game to help Will loosen up before college. It works a little too well, and suddenly they’re gambling with unresolved feelings, and clothes, that were meant to stay in place.
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02 Mar 2026
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“I just, I guess I don’t really understand what’s so special about them. They’re just hands," Mike says.
Will huffs. “Well, obviously, but they’re your hands, Mike. Yours. And they—” He holds his own palm up to Mike’s. “They’re bigger than mine."
“Yeah?”
Will’s staring at where Mike’s fingertips stick out above his. “And your fingers…”
“What about them?”
Will shifts in Mike’s lap. He brings Mike’s hand to his lips again, and then he presses kisses to the pads of his fingers before whispering, “They’re so long.”
Oh.
Oh.
or, Will can't stop staring at Mike's hands. Mike finds out why, and then he does something about it.
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02 Mar 2026
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“Do you know how hard it is to watch you with them? To see their hands all over you?” He squeezed ever so slightly, and Will let out a quiet whimper. “Sometimes, when you had guys over, I’d listen. I’d hear you moan, and I’d touch myself and imagine it was me making you sound like that,” he whispered, pressing a kiss behind Will’s ear. Will’s eyes fluttered shut, and he could practically feel them rolling to the back of his head as he imagined it: Mike fucking into his own fist, thinking about Will getting fucked on the other side of the wall. Will hated him for not saying anything.
Will rolled his hips forward, a strangled moan falling from his lips. The grip on his throat tightened, and Mike’s other hand grabbed at his thigh, digging into his flesh through the jeans. Will stilled instantly. Mike made a content noise before his loosened his hold, trailing his lips along Will’s jaw. “You moan like a slut, Will. So I’m gonna fuck you like one.”
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the hate sex fic
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02 Mar 2026