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Mike swears he can hear a clock ticking, in tune to the beat of his heart, making his eardrums pulse. He wonders if it’s just his subconscious mind taunting him because he is very, very late to school.
And it’s all Will’s fault.
Coercing him to the backseat of the car before they could enter the school building. Batting his eyelashes at him innocently like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
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Mike Wheeler has never been happier. He has the best boyfriend in the world and the best set of friends anyone could ask for. He's popular, gets invited to parties, and he's STILL in the honeymoon phase of his relationship. He doesn't think his life could get any better. But then why does something feel...off?
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Mike grabs Will’s hands and tangles them with his own, blinking up at him through his long, dark lashes. His eyes are endless. Solid black, like the night above them. So shiny that Will can see himself, tipsy and happy, in the reflection. “I want to be stuck with you,” Mike whispers, like it’s a secret. “I don’t ever want to leave.”
Will sucks in a sharp breath, squeezing his hands. “Then don’t,” he whispers back, punched-out and honest. “Stay.”
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Senior year in Hawkins. Will and Mike figure some things out.
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"Oh, right. You're not my Mike."
"…huh?"
Will sighs, moving his hand back to his chest, settling it comfortably under his chin.
"I thought you were," he continues, like what he was saying made any sense and he wasn't talking about Mike to Mike like they were two different people, "for a moment, at least. But my Mike doesn't look like you. Doesn't act like you."
or: after the fight at the MAC-Z, Will can feel his bones breaking even though they're completely fine and gets fed a heavy dose of painkillers that might as well function as a truth serum too.
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Public Bookmark 1421
Mystery Work
Part of I’LL BE BACK BUT NOT NOW :))
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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“We’re dating,” Mike says, and it takes every ounce of composure Will has not to choke on his next lungful of crisp, spring air.
The girl guarding the door to the party glances at their clasped hands, then back at Mike. “You’re…”
“Yup,” Mike cuts her off flatly, as if daring her to say anything else.
“Mike…” Will says his name under his breath, but he still says it like a warning.
“We don’t like to be so public about it but, well.” Mike lifts their clasped hands, shaking them at the door girl like they’re one giant fist. “You drive a hard bargain.”
Will raises his voice. “Michael.”
Mike turns to roll his eyes at him. “William, baby,” he scoffs, squeezing Will’s hand in his. “It's Valentine’s Day. Don’t be such a buzzkill.”
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- Part 2 of Byler Week 2022