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Will Byers was raised to have the only correct opinions on music ever, actually, and he’s proud to show this off in the music review section of his university's queer student artists’ collective’s relatively popular zine, zine of the times. He actually really enjoys this position–that is, until the president of the zine informs him that he has to review his least favorite band on this earth: The Fellowship of the Ring.
At least his incredibly attractive neighbor in his U.S. history class is gonna go with him on the assignment, right?
Or: A music snob and the frontman of his most-hated local band walk into a bar for a date. It’s either the beginning of a really good joke or a really shitty love story.
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Will moves back to an upright position, wiping his hair out of his eyes, head and shoulders peeking above the water. “Mike,” he says, pulling Mike up with him, their fingers still intertwined.
“Yeah?” Mike says, tilting his head so the water trickles out of his ears, wincing slightly. “What is it?”
Will’s eyes dart back and forth between his, and then Mike feels his hand squeeze his own. “I don’t want you to, like, think I moved back for you,” he starts, which in and of itself would be enough to get Mike’s soul soaring straight out of his own body, if it weren’t for Will’s thumb pressed against his pulse point like some kind of mortal tether. “Because it’s not like that, I promise. But I think– I think I realized there’s a difference between things you want and things you need, you know?”
mike wheeler on losing people and having them again, the difference between wanting and needing, and finally letting go.
ft. robin buckley, will byers, and the mortifying ordeal of working in the food service industry
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“There’s no way!” Mike half-shouts back as they near the living room. One dance was already enough for him tonight.
“You’re drunk and you’re dancing!” Will remarks.
“Correction, I’m buzzed! You're drunk and dancing, and now you’re wanting to force your agenda onto me!”
“You danced earlier? What’s so different about it now?”
You.
Why did Mike Wheeler ever agree to go to a party with Will Byers when all they've been doing recently is fighting. Now he's drunk, annoyed, and forcing every bone in his body not to do something completely and utterly stupid.
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you're my vice, you're my muse (you're a nineteenth floor view) by writer_sometimes
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
25 Jun 2025
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will pushed one of mike’s boxes to the side, “can you clean this up? i want this half of the room to be for my stuff.” mike raised his hands in surrender.
“rest of the space is yours, picasso.” he gestured to the bed. his music was still blaring from the speaker and now there was the horrifying scrape of boxes across linoleum to accompany it, “what’s your medium? charcoal, paints…?” he drifted off, clearly unable to name another medium of art, “...crayon?”
will shoved his bedsheets into each corner of his mattress, barely looking up, “silence. try it out sometime."
the music paused shortly after.
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or will byers meets mike wheeler in a room of darkness. he's loud, messy and slightly socially inept. he's already had the worst last year of his life and he does not need one more thing, or person, piling onto that.
so he's cold. he's icy. he leaves passive aggressive notes on their minifridge (but if mike would just put his socks AWAY).
but the two are destined to be a lot more than just mutually hated roommates. and it all begins with an anonymous radio show Late Night Caller.
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In the early morning, Jonathan can hear the soaring chords of Queen cutting across the crescendo of Freddie Mercury’s voice. There’s a click; the music stops and the tape rewinds, repeating to the building guitar solo, muffled by the walls separating their rooms. Will hasn’t been this happy in a while - a long while - and while Jonathan knows he has no idea what he’s doing, what he does know is this: he’s going to teach his little brother how to play the guitar.
What he wasn’t expecting was Steve Harrington finding him in the damp basement hallway of their high school and lecturing him about sound acoustics or how the humidity was going to fuck up his strings.
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19 Jan 2026
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