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Mike remembered flushing and puffing proudly at those words. That’s right, he had earned the right to Will’s nests. He had worked hard for it. He liked being the only one that could have access to the nest without asking. It was theirs, their own thing.
Now, looking at his best friend laughing and joking across the table, he wondered if he still had something to be proud of.
Or: Mike never had to think twice before entering Will’s nest. It changed as they grew up, but Mike was determined to make everything right again.
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If this were the last night of our lives, you would tell me how you feeling. If we don't make it out alive, I'm scared of what if our futures, they never collide. If this were the last night, the last night of our lives? by MoNsTeRsAmOnGMeN
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
10 May 2026
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He wished—God, he wished—that Mike was looking at him because he still cared. Because he missed him. Because he still saw him the way Will saw Mike every time he drifted too close. But Will had forfeited the right to want that. El was his sister. Mike was…Mike. And Will’s longing had always felt like a betrayal, a quiet, awful selfishness.
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Mike had lost track of how many times he’d muttered Where the hell is he now? in the last thirty-six hours. It had become a refrain, a pulse, a constant grinding irritation in the back of his skull—not at Will, never at Will, but at the universe for apparently conspiring to pull Will in six different directions until there was nothing left of him.
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“You’ve been through worse,” Will had said, and Mike had almost snapped at him right then. Worse didn’t matter. Comfort didn’t matter. Mike didn’t need the bed. Will did. Will needed sleep, warmth, a pillow, someone physically forcing him horizontal—
And instead Will got…this. A cold spot on the floor and the stupid conviction that he didn’t deserve more. -
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Mike doesn’t say anything. Not at first. Suspended in disbelief, Mike stares down at the weight in his arms, at what was once Will but is now just a body, with wide, unseeing eyes.
And with that realisation, something anguished and animal-like inside Mike tears loose.
This isn’t Will, not anymore.
He screams and screams until his voice gives out, until he’s sobbing soundlessly, shoulders shaking with the force of his tears. Then he hunches over Will’s body and refuses to let anyone take him away from him.
Time drags on, the sun sinking until it disappears behind the horizon. Still, Mike doesn’t let go. It’s only at nightfall, when Mike’s arms have gone numb and he’s trembling from exhaustion, that they manage to pry Will from him.
The sound he makes when Will is lifted from the cradle of his arms is worse than any scream. Mike reaches out instinctively, fingers grasping at the empty air, closing on nothing.
Because there’s nothing left for him to hold.
Will is gone.
Or the fic where Will dies in Mike’s arms…
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Anger as Poison, Us as Drinkers by theGirlwiththebrokenSmile
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
06 Jun 2026
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"Before she can think it through, she has already stopped the wheels of Will’s left roller skate and he jerks to a sudden halt. He loses his balance and she watches him fall."
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El watches the princess treatment Mike gives Will and the attention he bestows upon him and something ugly rears its head inside her
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You Say That I Look Angry (Well, Hell Yeah, You're Fucking Right) by wstrnplsr105
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
18 Apr 2026
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“Your crush? That Tammy guy, or whatever. If he couldn’t see how amazing you are, he didn’t deserve you anyways.” Mike explains, his gaze intense as he smiles at Will.
And all Will can think is: he cannot be that dense.
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Or, Mike Wheeler is, in fact, that dense, and Will Byers decides to confess right before he sacrifices himself.