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Will could still feel it. The storm. Feel the way it moved, fast and endless and alive, spreading through everything; through him. Black clouds twisting in impossible shapes, something enormous shifting inside them, something that saw him even when he couldn’t see it back.
He jerked upright with a gasp and the room slammed back into place around him.
The dorm he shared with Mike. The single beds they'd pushed together to make one. The faint glow of the lamp on the other side of the room – always left on for Will. The low, distant hum of the city that never slept.
New York. 1992.
Not there.
But the feeling didn’t leave. It clung to him, cold and heavy.
The lamp flickered.
He froze.
The light stuttered once, dimming and snapping back so quickly it barely resisted. But he felt it, the drum of energy, like a pulse.
Will’s stomach dropped.
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04 Jun 2026
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this was so good i’ve been thinking about it daily
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"Need a light?" MJ looks down at the joint in Will's hands, confused.
"Oh, right now?" Will startles, looking at the door handle.
"Are you always this jumpy? Man, you really need this, huh? C'mere." Will hesitates. MJ sighs, reaching for the joint in Will's lap and feeding it to him.
He sparks the lighter and holds it to the end of the freshly rolled joint. Will watches his eyes on the flame, unsure what to do next. "Breathe in." MJ demands through an airy laugh, waiting for the end of the joint to glow before leaning back in his seat.
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a 2000s au in which 'MJ' is a drug dealer and Will, a tired, broke, college student, is his favourite customer.
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“Hungry,” is all Mike manages to get out. Will can hear each ragged breath scuttle up and down his chest. He squints at Mike, the boy refusing to break eye contact, staring intently at Will. The emptiness from this morning is back.
Will scoots up in bed and shimmies out of his blanket cocoon, placing his hands on the sides of Mike’s arms. “Are you feeling sick?” he questions gently. Something’s not right.
Mike shakes his head and once again, opens his mouth with a brief pause before speaking. “I’m so hungry, Will.”
Mike gets a little too into the occult. After a ritual-gone-wrong, Will has to piece together a decades-old mystery to save his best friend's life.
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The skyline above Mt. Hawkins was clear, and the setting sun cut through the cold November sky, bathing the fire station’s cab thickly in orange light. Will Byers' long khaki-clad limbs curled into a chair by one of the south side windows, glass extending from floor to ceiling on every side of their home. Will balanced binoculars in one hand and a notebook in the other, scribbling. On the other side of the room, Mike Wheeler flopped onto his bed, radio in hand.
or, it is 1963, and Will and Mike are rangers stationed at a remote fire lookout tower in the mountains. Will goes missing.
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Bookmarked by rjuvenille
28 Apr 2026
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“I need you.”
Will’s expression grows more stunned. “What?” he breathes, voice barely above a whisper.
His instincts tell him to take it all back, but the way that Will’s looking at him with those sorrowful, questioning eyes weakens him. And he’s been stupid for many, many years, so what’s a little more stupidity?
aka a s5 speculatory mike wheeler-centric fic about his internalised homophobia and a lot of moments where he's not so clever about his feelings with will
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Bookmarked by rjuvenille
02 Apr 2026
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this is so beautiful, it is written so well and brought me to tears multiple times. the emotion that is conveyed is heart wrenching and this should be studied as if it’s a classic <3