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The insistent cramping of his stomach wouldn’t let up and he held back another whine of pain. Despite having just eaten he felt insatiable and he knew what he craved - he could hear the rush of it below his ear, pumping through his best friend's body.
The heat of Will’s soothing hand on his head bled into the cold skin of his scalp and made the pain a little more bearable. But Will’s presence also reminded him that he couldn’t just pretend to be okay, not after agreeing to be a team last night. So, in a tight, low voice, strained with need, he forced the words out.
“I’m so hungry, Will.”
Will looked down at him from where Mike lay against his chest, confusion and concern softening his features. “Hungry for what?”
Mike met his gaze, dark, aching, and desperate, and answered without thinking.
“You.”
(This dialogue isn't in the fic at the moment I'm still working on that chapter, but I promise it's coming!)
OR: Vampire Mike Wheeler craving the blood of his best friend. They work together to figure out what's wrong with Mike (he's a vampire) and attempt to hide it from the 13 other people living in the Wheeler House. Also apocalyptic Hawkins because that's what we deserved.
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Stars Don't Burn Like This (But You Do) by storytimebear
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
23 Jan 2026
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Fire sparks beneath the long sleeve he’s wearing as their arms touch. Will lifts the beers with ease into his arms, carrying them like they weighed nothing, like they hadn’t almost just ripped Mike’s weak gangly arms clean off.
He didn’t need to be able to see through Will’s blue flannel to know his bicep was flexed. Mike had spent far too much time looking at Will’s physique and even longer thinking about it. Will filled out his shirts, the fabric tighter around his chest and arms than his waist. He was taller too. Not as tall as Mike, but tall enough to make a difference.
Mike felt as though his body had forgotten to grow muscle and instead just grew more bone. He was tall and spindly, knees always knocking into walls and table legs, arms longer than he remembered them being, causing him to accidentally swing his hand into shelves and cabinets.
He was used to comparing his body to his friends - Lucas’ mostly. But that’s not how it was with Will. Mike wasn’t comparing, he was admiring. Sure, he wouldn’t mind looking like Will did, but he was more entranced by him than anything.
OR: The party gets drunk at the Quarry together!