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Sir Michael tilted his head, squinting at Will. Without warning, his hand came to cup Will's cheek, turning his skin at least ten degrees warmer. "He looks like you," Sir Michael continued, "and he has your name. Your moles, too."
His thumb came down to brush the mole over Will's top lip. The touch felt soft, strangely reverent. "My— moles?"
Mike had the same sentiment, albeit with more displeasure. "His moles?"
Will makes a wish. Sir Michael the Brave comes to fulfill it, but Mike Wheeler makes his wish come true.
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"They called you Zombie Boy after I took you," Henry murmured, "didn't they? You came back from the dead, and left something in the dark, in the grave dirt. Something that made you healthy."
Slowly, Will's outstretched hand cupped Mike's jaw. Henry made Will hold him lightly, hardly grazing the skin. He stretched one of Will's fingers out to trace his nail through Mike's face, and though Will had imagined holding Mike an endless amount of times, none of them had gone like this. He'd never wanted to hold Mike like this.
"Let him go," said Will, voice thick with emotion. "You can take what you want from me, you don't need him—"
"But you do," said Henry. "You need him."
When Henry starts to visit Will in his dreams, Mike starts getting inexplicable injuries. The stranger Mike acts— the more time he spends with Will, the more Will catches him staring, the more Mike dismisses the bruises and cuts scattered across his skin— the more Will starts to wonder whether Henry is right about him.
Maybe Henry did give Will a disease, back in the Upside Down. Maybe, as he dreams, Will passes that disease on to Mike, too.
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It was fitting, honestly. This was the worst spring break ever, paired with the worst year ever, paired with the world’s-most-shittiest-boyfriend ever— and don't forget, paired with the world's shittiest brother, too! It was fitting, and Jonathan hated how well it fit, like the polos his father handed down to him that always felt too snug at the collar. He hated his whole shitty situation, and Will hated it too, and how was he going to solve this, again?
Weed. Purple Palm Tree fucking Delight, baby. God, Jonathan had never been a worse brother.
At the start of spring break, Mike ‘misses’ his flight to Lenora. Jonathan’s solution, as always, is Purple Palm Tree Delight.
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"Of course love would hurt you," Will got out, his voice trembling. "You're a monster."
"And you are a part of me," said Henry. Will hated how soft his voice sounded. "That makes you monstrous too, doesn't it?"
When Will falls unconscious, Vecna comes back for him.
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"He's way too young for you," Mike muttered, whipping his head away from Robin and tucking his knees up to his chin. For some reason, he thought this conversation might go a lot worse for him if he looked her in the eye. "And you took him into the woods— where he got taken, I mean, I don't even—" and he shook his head, frowning deeper. "You went against his mom's orders! Can you not even respect his parents?"
A choked noise snapped Mike back to reality. "You— what?" Robin blinked at him, her mouth hanging slack. "I respect Joyce Byers. Very much."
With Will unconscious, Mike and Robin find time for a tense chat.
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“That’s not my favorite.”
“Oh.” Will blinks. “What is?”
Mike’s tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. “O negative.” Will feels a flush move across his entire body. His magic hums inside of him, excited. His fingers twitch against the carton. Maybe Will was wrong, maybe this is different than having a favorite kind of pizza. More personal. O negative sits differently in Will’s head than double black olives with extra cheese does. More intimate.
“Oh.” Will blinks again. And maybe O negative sits differently in Will’s head, because it also flows through his veins. He feels obligated to tell Mike. “I’m O negative.”
Mike’s pupils widen again. “I know.” His voice is low, gravelly.
Will’s breath hitches again. “You know?” He flinches when Mike’s fingers graze his, peeling the carton out of Will’s hand.
Mike takes a deep breath. “I can smell it.”
Or, five times that Will offered Mike his blood and the one time that Mike accepted.
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“I’m sorry, I’m always late. I’m so sorry.”
Will shakes against him. Then, muffled against Mike’s chest, “Stop apologizing.”
He pulls back just enough to look at Mike, eyes red, lashes clumped with tears, but steady. Certain. “You’re not late,” he says. “God, Mike, you could never be late. Not for this.”
or, mike sees will for everything he is
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06 Jan 2026
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FEMININE WILL BYERS I LOVE YOU!!! MY SWEET GIRL!!!
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mike and will are secretly dating in the epilogue and they're absolutely obsessed with each other.
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cutecutecute cute cute cute SO CUTE!!! dustin white girl wasted
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There’s something wrong with Will.
It started three weeks ago, almost four. Will had woken from some sort of nightmare and, instead of seeking comfort in Mike the way he usually would, he’d rolled out a sleeping bag from the closet and chosen to sleep on the floor.
No one believes Mike, except for Joyce. But even she doesn’t understand the full extent to which something is wrong with Will.
Mike understands, though. Mike has been paying attention.
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08 Dec 2025
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Nearly threw up multiple times i love this fic
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“What?”, Will huffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “You know blue does not only equate sadness, right? It is one of the blatantly obvious meanings, sure, but it can also imply tranquility, loyalty, trust, peace, and—"
Shut up, shut up, shut up, the voice in his head screams by now, but one cannot interrupt Will in the middle of one of his art rants. Impossible. No chance. “And with the vastness of the sky or sea, blue is also often associated with distance, longing, yearning, and— stuff.”
“Distance”, Mike echoes, and only then does Will truly understand what he has just admitted into the air freely, completely unprovoked and voluntarily. “Longing. Yearning.”
Obviously, this is the exact moment Robert Smith decides to sing about the fact that it is Friday, and that he is very much in love.
Five times Mike distracts Will from his art assignments with his stupidly flirtatious ways, and one time Will actually needs his help to complete a coursework.
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No byler fic can match the insane romantic tension in this story