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It’s the last summer before college, and Will’s already half-gone. He hasn’t spoken to Mike in months, pulling away from him — and from everyone else — preparing for the day he quietly disappears out of Hawkins and out of their lives, into a future where he’s entirely on his own.
A week up at the Wheelers’ lake house was supposed to be a good thing: one last opportunity for everyone to be together before they all part ways, and Will’s last chance to finally let go of the boy he’s been hopelessly in love with for years.
But Mike doesn’t want closure — he wants answers. And with nowhere left to hide, everything Will’s been avoiding rises back to the surface — including the feelings neither of them are ready to face.
Or: Will and Mike fall in love at a lake house during their last summer together.
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11 Feb 2026
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Both of their bodies shake as they catch their breath. Will’s still hard, and his sweat is starting to dry uncomfortably on his skin, but all he can focus on is Mike.
It’s times like these he’s reminded how lucky he is to have Mike in this way. To see this side of him, this side that still feels too new and too intimate and too overwhelming all at once. Sometimes, he thinks he may be bitter. Resentful of his lot in life, being so painfully in love with someone who will so obviously never feel the same way. On his bad days, he even thinks he might resent Mike.
Like this, though, he knows that could never be true. Not really. Sure, it hurts, only ever having Mike halfway, knowing his body but never his soul. Yes, it’s going to kill him when Mike inevitably finds someone new and runs off into the sunset, leaving him in the dust again.
But it’s Mike. He'll take whatever he can get.
When he and Mike end up in bed together after graduation, they fall into something dangerously easy. Or, at least, it would be easy, if it weren't the most painful thing Will's ever done.
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03 Feb 2026
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“Just saying, if you’re taking another hit, you should share it with me,” Mike says, and Will slowly tilts his head, drinking in every word. “It just makes sense. Like, mathematically.”
Will’s reddened eyes narrow, bewildered. “Mathematically?”
“If there’s two hits left, we’d each only get one,” Mike explains. “But if we shotgunned, we’d both get two.” God, this is the best idea he’s had in ages. He should’ve stolen Will’s weed, like, months ago. “That’s like, bang for your buck. This is simple math, Will Byers. Keep up.”
In which it’s well past midnight in New York, Will can’t sleep, and Mike feels like they barely know each other anymore.
So, they get a little high. Mike is very normal about all of it.
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26 Jan 2026
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“I just, I guess I don’t really understand what’s so special about them. They’re just hands," Mike says.
Will huffs. “Well, obviously, but they’re your hands, Mike. Yours. And they—” He holds his own palm up to Mike’s. “They’re bigger than mine."
“Yeah?”
Will’s staring at where Mike’s fingertips stick out above his. “And your fingers…”
“What about them?”
Will shifts in Mike’s lap. He brings Mike’s hand to his lips again, and then he presses kisses to the pads of his fingers before whispering, “They’re so long.”
Oh.
Oh.
or, Will can't stop staring at Mike's hands. Mike finds out why, and then he does something about it.
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24 Jan 2026
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Mike’s mouth is warm.
Warm, and a little chapped, and pressing against his with an uncertainty that makes something in Will’s chest ache. He should pull away. He knows this. He knows it in the same way he knows not to touch a hot stove, not to stare too long, not to let himself imagine impossible things. His body seems uninterested in logic, though, and he supposes he can’t blame himself, not really.
Mike shifts slightly, trying to figure out what to do with his limbs. His lips move against Will’s with more intention, and Will’s breath stutters out of him in a way that is deeply embarrassing and entirely involuntary.
Oh, his brain supplies, unhelpfully.
It’s something he’s imagined countless times before, kissing Mike Wheeler. He imagines it so often, in fact, that he cannot even recall the first time he imagined it. It’s an ever-present fantasy, always lurking in the back of his mind.
And yet, despite his thorough experience in imagining this moment, he somehow never imagined it quite like this.
Or: Five times it doesn't mean anything, and one time it finally does.
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20 Jan 2026