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Mike wheeler cant do shit. He knows this. He can’t do laundry, he can’t do math, he can’t tell will Byers how he feels about him. What he can do is make lovey doves heart eyes from across the table, and then deny it.
The Byers have been living with the wheelers for a bit over 2 months now, and Mike is head over heels for will byers. I know. It sounds bad. Mike wheeler is smitten for his best friend. He is completely and utterly in love with him. His best friend. Who he’s been friends with since kindergarten. The only issue? (Other than the plethora of other ones) is that Mike doesnt know it.
Mike wheeler thinks it’s completely normal to stare at your best friend who moved away and think “when did he get hot” or to hear his voice and think “I would let him step on me.” He also thought it was totally normal to stare at your best friends ass but I digress.
Mike and el had broken up right when they got back to Hawkins. She was in the cabin with hopper, and the Byers were staying with the wheelers. Mike was acting completely normal about it. Seriously. Completely normal. Thinking about making out with will. Never. Nope. Why would he do that. But every breakfast they sit across from each other and mike cant help himself from staring
he looks so adorable pouring his coffee. I remember when he couldn’t lift the pot a couple years back. since when is he so much stronger? He looks so much more confident and sure of himself and I still look like a twig. This is unfair, he gets muscles and I don’t? He could probably pick me up with them. Imagine if-
“mike, Mike~ MIKE” Nancy barked, waking him out of his (very gay) daydream
“oh uh what”
“pass the syrup..?” She said with a roll of her eyes
“oh uhm alright,” he said picking it up and passing it.
as the banter of the table continued, Mike couldn’t help but skip back into his train of thoughts. Until will tapped his shoulder.
”hey. Uhm. You good?”
“wait, what”
“you’ve kinda been half asleep the whole time?”
“Ah. Um” Mike couldn’t help but be ecstatic over the fact will even noticed he was a bit out of it “I’m fine” he eventually smiled out “just tired Thats all”
“oh..” will said not sounding convinced, “alright” he stated blankly looking at Mike with a look of concern he had only scene from his mother when he refused to talk to any of his friends after will had left, a memory he didn’t want to recall.
mike smiled reassuringly, “seriously will, I’m fine, just a bit out of it, didn’t sleep much just….” he trailed of thinking of why he couldn’t sleep. Mike never liked to lie to will. Ever. So trailing if seemed to be the better option. Mike wasn’t doing anything conspicuous to his blatantly flagrant crush on will. He just sat there staring at the painting, and listening to time after time by Cyndi Lauper (which if you asked him. He would NEVER admit) which he found himself doing a lot recently. “With all the crazy shit going on..” jeez he would much rather talk about all this when not at the dinner table with his entire family.
“yea,I get it. Cant sleep.” Will said, saying the words Mike probably would have said.
This though immediately threw Mike into puppy dog - overprotective - heart eye Mike. Which Nancy had been teasing him about since the beginning of time. Or at least since will went missing.
“Wait what? You haven’t been able to sleep?” Mike said. Immediately chiding himself for doing so. It was the Middle of the apocalypse no one was getting the best of sleep. Especially not someone who had been through so much because of vecna, because of that assface stupid imbecile vecna. Who as ruined wills childhood and if Mike ever got to talk to him. He would give him some peace of mind.
Will seems startled, maybe positively surprised.
“Oh uh yea. Just..” the most awful nightmares I’ve had since i was possessed and a constant longing for being able to be a normal kid. A wish my childhood hasn’t pulled apart at the seams and- “you know Jonathan took the nice couch and now I’m stuck on the springy one” wow will how smooth. Told him his couch was uncomfortable
“Ah, yea. Always kinda was..” mikes mouth is moving faster then his brain at a rate Robin, the queen of lack of filter would be impressed of, “ if you want, you could stay in my room?” Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Why did he say that omg Wills gonna hate him. Why would you even offer that dummy oh my god omg omg-
“Yea, ok. Sounds good, practically anything’s better then that couch”
Mike is shocked, dumbfounded, in awe, whatever you wanna call it. Will just said yes, he said yes!
This is stupid. You acting like you proposed. You asked him if he wanted to share your ROOM. not bed. It’s not that big of a deal. but still. Mike couldn’t help himself from being happy. It was at that moment he relized he hadn’t even begun to eat his breakfast.