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You Never Cried to Them, Just to Your Soul by princessglittertiger
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
09 Dec 2025
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It happens when he gets a phone call. It’s around 10:30 at night. El is asleep on the couch, and Jim is nearly there himself when the phone starts to ring. He picks it up, clearing the sleep from his throat. "Hello?"
“Oh thank god,” He hears Nancy sigh. The relief is nearly palpable through the phone. “It’s Mike."
Goddammit.
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mike wheeler's guide to falling in love with a superhero by smoosnoom (moonsooms)
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
05 Dec 2022
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“Uh-huh,” Mike says faintly, and he yelps when they narrowly avoid the edge of a shining skyscraper, and his hands clutch onto Spiderman instinctively. “Oh – my fucking God, that –”
Spiderman’s fingers press a little firmly into Mike’s shirt. "Just – hang on!"
"What do you mean just hang – was that a pun," Mike sputters, clutching onto Spiderman for dear life as they swing through the city, and he can hear the superhero laugh through the racing wind in his ears, the rumble of it under Mike’s arm wrapped around his middle.
In a city of superheroes, Mike keeps running into Spiderman, much to his dismay.
On a completely different and unrelated note, Mike also attempts to woo and charm his neighbor into a date. -
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After Mike forgets their five year anniversary, Will is sent into a rage, and an argument begins between the two that lasts for days. Fortunately, the two of them have their own method of resolving conflict when it gets to be all too much.
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Whatever was thrumming between them, whatever was dripping from the low cadence of Mike’s voice — it was the same thing that had bloomed behind Will’s eyelids as he locked eyes with Mike in that lamplight. A tension seemed to rise, one that Will couldn’t make any sense of. He wanted to write it off. Wished that he could.
New York City, 1990. Normalcy bleeds into domesticity bleeds into longing.
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First, there is the dark:
Waking, drowning, sideways-slipping.
A creature with three mouths, ten thousand teeth. The inky collapse of a nebula. A demo-dog with no beak.
Mike in the evening. Mike in the afterlife. Mike with sun-swollen cheeks.
Then:
“Disgusting?” Will echoes.
The clock starts to chime. The world seems to shrink.
“You're disgusting,” Mike says, definitive.
“I’ll just–” Will says, but there is no just about it, only floundering fish-feet as he struggles off the couch and to the foot of the stairs, someone behind him promising the juiciest steak you’ll ever eat!
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Compared to Will’s skin, Mike's hand is nearly searing, long-knuckled, sixteen. It fizzles through Will like a lightning strike. In this moment, in the car, Will wants him.
Will always wants him – his dimples, his fine-motor skills, his tongue caught between his teeth.
or, after Vecna captures Will, things go a little differently.