indicanights
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
There's a strange, unfamiliar feeling that lingers in the air between them, with no way of knowing if it's shared. It almost feels like some kind of rift, forcing them apart and then back together.
No – it's something more… real. More tangible.
More terrifying."Hey, um… Mike?"
Will’s voice is distant, muffled by their backs turned to each other. There’s a shuffle of blankets as his weight shifts, but Mike doesn’t turn to face him.
"Yeah?"
"...Were you lying?"
Silence.
"...Mike?"
Or, a s5 rewrite that follows the end of Vol 1.
Mike and Will navigate inconvenient feelings, dangerous misunderstandings, an ultimately manipulated story, and, unknowingly, how to break their curse when it inevitably all comes down to them to save the world -- and each other.
**plot holes and (most) of our grievances will be fixed in this story.
stay tuned, this is something i plan to finish :) -
kiss me with conviction, love me in rejection by indicanights
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
24 Jul 2026
Tags
Summary
Will undergoes rejection therapy.
As his biggest challenge, he decides to ask for the most far-fetched thing he can think of: a kiss from his straight best friend.
Mike isn't exactly helpful for this therapy.
Series
- Part 1 of depollute me, pretty baby
-
Tags
Summary
"I assume you've already met my son Will?"Mike nodded in Will's direction. It wasn't until their eyes met, just briefly, that Will realized he hadn't taken his eyes off Mike once. It was a purely dissecting gaze, analytical and unsure—but he still felt a subtle warmth spread through his face, as if he'd been caught gawking. He looked away, towards the kitchen where his mother was returning with a clinking glass of ice water, just after catching a glimpse of a smirk from Mike.
"I have," Mike said. He almost sounded smug.
"His full name is William," Jim said, lowering his voice a notch as if it were a secret. Will's attention quickly snapped to him. "Maybe you two can bond over that."
"I don't—"
"William, huh?" Mike interrupted, a stupid half-smile still on his lips. "Anyone else call you that, or just your dad, too?"
Will's brows twitched. "No," he answered, with an air of uncertainty. "No one does."
Mike nodded. His eyes flicked up and down Will again before he responded with, "Cool."
Cool.
Cool?
or,
the Call Me By Your Name fic <3 -
Tags
Summary
“Do you just not want everyone to know your fantasy is about me?”
Will expected Mike to startle, or jolt away again, or shove him away with his typical shock-annoyance. But he didn’t. He stilled, his eyes locking on the pool where a few more fully clothed people had been pushed into the chaotic waters – but it was an unfocused gaze, and Will knew he wasn’t really paying attention to the scene in front of him.
Mike may not be, but Will is completely sober. Painfully attached to reality. Acutely aware of every point their bodies are connecting – chest to upper arm, chin to shoulder, arm to back, knees grazing. He knows the dangers, knows it’s Mike, knows he might really be fucking up – either by making Mike uncomfortable, or inviting old feelings to resurface. So he really, really doesn’t know why he adds, “Tell me, baby.”
Or
Mike Wheeler gets told he's going to fall in love by a psychic - which is, of course, ridiculous. Until Will starts calling him pet names as a joke, and Mike realizes he would've much rather been told he was going to die.
Recent series
-
- Words:
- 13,546
- Works:
- 1
- Bookmarks:
- 3
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“Do you just not want everyone to know your fantasy is about me?”
Will expected Mike to startle, or jolt away again, or shove him away with his typical shock-annoyance. But he didn’t. He stilled, his eyes locking on the pool where a few more fully clothed people had been pushed into the chaotic waters – but it was an unfocused gaze, and Will knew he wasn’t really paying attention to the scene in front of him.
Mike may not be, but Will is completely sober. Painfully attached to reality. Acutely aware of every point their bodies are connecting – chest to upper arm, chin to shoulder, arm to back, knees grazing. He knows the dangers, knows it’s Mike, knows he might really be fucking up – either by making Mike uncomfortable, or inviting old feelings to resurface. So he really, really doesn’t know why he adds, “Tell me, baby.”
Or
Mike Wheeler gets told he's going to fall in love by a psychic - which is, of course, ridiculous. Until Will starts calling him pet names as a joke, and Mike realizes he would've much rather been told he was going to die.