3 Works by marediv
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Oh, when my moon rises. Your sun rises as well. Under the same sky, in this shifted time.
He was breathless, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. The tears were no longer welling up in his eyes, and his breathing was slowly returning to its natural rhythm. For the first time in his life, despite the physical contact, he felt safe and experienced an unimaginable sense of calm as he gazed into the stranger’s almost galactic eyes.
Hyuck was about to answer when the dark-haired stranger reached out to him, intending to help him. It might have seemed rude that he didn’t take the offered hand and stood up on his own, but what was he supposed to do? He really didn’t want to risk another panic attack, which would scare the Moon boy away—something he really didn’t want.
Donghyuck never lets more than one person get close to him. It was incredibly difficult for him to form relationships with haphephobia—a fear of physical contact—so at some point, he stopped trying. Yet he discovered that the touch of his newfound friend put him at ease.
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I want the one I can't have (and it's driving me mad) by marediv
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
18 Mar 2026
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Their eyes met, and then for Mike, the music stopped playing, and everyone around them moved in slow motion. Will smiled smugly and, without breaking eye contact, grabbed a handful of the boy's hair in front of him, pulling him in for another kiss.
Mike didn't move an inch. Ash from his cigarette fell slowly onto his shirt, but he couldn't focus on anything but Will, who was in the arms of another man. Will opened his eyes to find his best friend's gaze again. And he fucking smiled at the lips of the taller boy he was kissing.
Will and Mike can't keep their hands off each other—or other people—while they're in college. But they always find their way back to one another, even though the path is bumpy and fraught with jealousy.
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“Why can't you just love me, Mike?!” Will shouted through the tears. He grabbed his shirt, squeezing it with all his might. “You keep giving me these mixed signals...” He cried so hard that his head hurt. Or maybe it was the alcohol?
“Will?” Mike stood motionless, as if spellbound. He felt his hands begin to tremble and his chest tighten with discomfort.
“It hurts. It hurts so bad...” Hot tears glistened on Will's cheeks. “That day in the rain, you said it's not your fault I don't like girls. But it is!”
The party drinks alcohol for the first time, and Will can no longer keep his feelings under control.