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Mike pushes into his hands, but Will keeps him still.
"Ask again," he says. Because he's greedy, and he wants Mike to want him.
He stares at Will's mouth. "Please."
"Again."
El is gone.
Will tries to figure out how to move on in New York, and Mike follows him. Their apartment is haunted not by ghosts, but by the two of them.
Or: Catastrophically traumatized boys cling to each other and accidentally figure out how to be close—too close—while moving through their grief.
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- Part 1 of Supervoid
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It should be him kissing Will. Holding and doting on him. Mike can feel something ugly stirring in his chest. His nails dig crescent moons into his palms, and he comes to the terrifying realization that he won’t rest until it’s true.
Mike really, really doesn’t like Will’s new boyfriend.
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How Obvious? (as obvious as my eyes searching for you) by EnchantedMyth
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
31 Dec 2025
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"How Obvious?" #MikeWhatTheFuckDidYouDoGate [What happened in those 18 months.]
As obvious as Mike's eyes landing on Will again, and again, and again.
Vecna had torn Hawkins in half. The air tasted like chemicals and ash. Schools shut down, and soldiers patrolled the streets like the world had tilted just past survivable. Everything was wrong, but Mike Wheeler wasn’t complaining, because two months ago the Byers had moved in with the Wheelers.
Mike’s breath stumbled in his chest. He tried to ground himself, tried to think of anything, anything except the awareness of how close Will was (he was sitting at a normal distance), except the shape of Will’s mouth when he spoke. Maybe if he counted to ten, he could shake off whatever the hell this was instead of staring at Will’s lips like some creep.
One… two… three… four…
When he lifted his eyes again, Will’s eyes were still on him, he was still talking, and he looked so alive.
Five… six—
Mike’s pulse thudded hard enough that the numbers broke apart in his head. The air felt too thin, his chest too tight, everything tilting just slightly off-center around the curve of Will’s smile.
God.
Fuck.
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Mike is sitting at the desk that technically belongs to both of them but has, by unspoken agreement, become his. His typewriter is centered in front of him, a stack of slightly wrinkled paper to the left, a mug with cold coffee to the right, and his glasses sliding down his nose every few minutes.
The lamp is on low. Yellow light pools over the keys and his fingers.
He types carefully at first, then faster, then pauses, his fingers hovering over the keys shakily.
On the page, the name stares back at him.Will the Wise.
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crimson supernova by serenadewave
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
23 Dec 2025
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"You don't know what you're talking about," Suguru says dismissively, his voice laced with quiet indifference and a hint of irritation. The deliberate clink of books and pens echoes in the stillness, a subtle reminder of the distance he’s putting between them. His gaze flickers toward Satoru. "And get off my desk."
Satoru’s lips curl into a smug smile as he rolls his tongue over the lollipop hanging lazily from his mouth. Unbothered, his eyes sparkle with mischief. "Or what, Professor?"
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Gojo Satoru knew nothing about love when he started playing his game. He knew nothing of its gifts and its sorrows and its consequences. There were only two things that he was sure about: for one, he was obsessed with space, and for another, he wanted Geto Suguru to notice him.
The rest, all of the things that Satoru wasn't prepared for, came long after he began to play.
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