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you could kiss a hundred boys in bars by piecesofsunlight
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
17 Mar 2026
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Will got shitfaced drunk for the first time in his life, that night in the Village. It was good to feel loose, dizzy, to leave the lonely boy shivering in the woods behind for a few hours. It was even better to feel eyes on him, wandering hands on the dance floor—to feel wanted, seen. He didn’t quite remember how he got from the club to the guy’s Chelsea apartment, but he remembered the rest. Hands, lips, muscled biceps. The pain, the stretch, the aching pleasure. The pre-dawn cab ride home. It was a wholly decent first time, all things considered. He told himself that in the dark, cold days that followed, hiding away in the studio, furiously working, avoiding all his new friends. The guy was nice; he used a condom, Will was 95% sure. Weeks passed. Will didn’t get sick. And the next time he picked up the phone and heard Mike’s voice on the other end of the line, he went out and did it again.
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“So you’re saying,” says Will, “that we’d…”
“Have sex.”
“Right. That. Once a week, for twelve weeks. And then what?”
“And then back to our regularly scheduled programming.” Or it’s amazing, and we keep doing it forever, Mike thinks but narrowly manages to keep to himself.OR: After their mentors tell them they need more life experience to improve their art, college roommates Mike and Will agree to start up a short-term friends-with-benefits situation. Also, they’re going on dates. But not like, date-dates. Artist Dates. Don’t worry about it.
(a.k.a. Byler use The Artist’s Way as an excuse to bang)
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“I just feel… really protected with you?” Will admits, nose and face scrunched up adorably, like it’s something embarrassing. But it’s music to Mike’s ears. “Really safe. And I never really felt that way with Lonnie, so it’s not like—” Will huffs, redirects. “I never liked being babied, but I like… being your baby.” Mike gives a small smile of encouragement, scoots closer on the couch, brushes Will’s hair out of his eyes where it’s getting too long. “I guess when I’m—really out of my head, with you taking care of me? I feel so—um, small. And cared for. Like—”
Like a kid with their dad. Jesus fucking Christ.
Maybe Mike’s face does something weird with the way all the blood is rushing to his dick, because Will goes flushed and mortified again and says, “But I know it’s totally weird and you’re just being nice—”
“Will,” Mike says. “It’s really fucking hot.”
Or, Will calls Mike "daddy" when he's deep in subspace, and Mike has made it his personal mission to draw it out of him again.
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It's 1992, and Mike and Will are juniors in college and living together in a tiny NYC apartment. Life is great. It's everything Mike could ever want: his best friend, an incredible city, and the world at his fingertips. The only problem? He's in love with said best friend and has no idea how he could ever tell him.
Luckily for him, he's presented with an opportunity to get much closer to him every Friday night, as long as he promises not to get all weird after. How hard could that be?
Or: Mike and Will become friends with benefits and the universe laughs because they're both ridiculously in love with each other.
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- Part 1 of Nirvana
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“I’m sorry, I’m always late. I’m so sorry.”
Will shakes against him. Then, muffled against Mike’s chest, “Stop apologizing.”
He pulls back just enough to look at Mike, eyes red, lashes clumped with tears, but steady. Certain. “You’re not late,” he says. “God, Mike, you could never be late. Not for this.”
or, mike sees will for everything he is