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“Are you going to share your art or should I just sit here and wait until you’re done reading my smut?”
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An epistolary-style fic in which Mike is a fanfic writer and Will is a fan artist for Cleradin as Baldur’s Gate 3 OCs.
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28 May 2026
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friday nights are when mike and will do edibles and go to the aquarium.
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21 May 2026
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900-XXX-XXXX call 4 a good time <3
"And what does God do?" The Reverend leans forward, gripping the edges of the pulpit. One hand raised towards the crowd, others reaching forward with pained expressions, lips moving in urgent whispers—pleading, begging, some of them crying.
Mike watches them pray for salvation.
They can’t all be saved.
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Will Byers is a phone sex operator, and Mike Wheeler is his favorite caller.
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09 Apr 2026
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Dating apps aren't Mike's thing, until he finds out Will is using one. He can't let a bunch of trashy guys go after his best friend; he'll just make a fake account to scope out the situation. What could go wrong...or right?
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Mike creates a fake persona on a dating app to unknowingly flirt with Will.
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09 Apr 2026
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Mike strode toward him with an easy confidence that made Will’s pulse skip. He was not in his uniform today, choosing to don a simple white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His dark curls were tied back into a short ponytail at the nape of his neck, a few rebellious strands framing his face.
He looked devastatingly handsome. Open.
And in his hand was a bouquet.
Wildflowers, mostly. Vibrant yellows and soft blues, tied together clumsily with twine that was suspiciously uneven, he notes, endeared.
Will’s lips part in surprise.
“For you,” Mike said, slightly breathless, as though he had hurried. He offered them with a grin that felt almost shy. “Wisdom.”
or, it's the day of Hearts, and a prince and his knight both have something precious to give each other. (Spoiler Alert: it's their hearts)
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06 Apr 2026