Rainingbows
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it’s 2010.
myspace still matters, and will byers spends most nights doomscrolling instead of sleeping. college would’ve been lonely if his roommate lucas wasn’t constantly yelling into his headset at some douchebag called mike wheeler — alt-boy musician, internet pretty boy, and apparently the most irritating person alive sometimes.
at least until mike sends will a friend request.
what happens when lucas sinclair’s childhood best friend can’t seem to stop messaging him?
or worse, flirting with him.
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11 May 2026
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Mike is waiting for Will in the basement, a look of suspicious, nervous excitement on his face. He cleared the table and laid out upon it are two card games.
"Now, I know you’ll resist," Mike blurts out, stepping toward him. "But I think this will be good. For both of us! For when we... you know,” Mike trails off, “When we get partners.”
Will scoffs, stepping closer to inspect the titles.
Spill or Sip and Truth, Dare, or Strip.
Or: Mike suggests a spicy card game to help Will loosen up before college. It works a little too well, and suddenly they’re gambling with unresolved feelings, and clothes, that were meant to stay in place.
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Mike and Will get summer jobs as lifeguards at the Hawkins Community Pool during college break. Will just wants to forget about his first failed relationship. Mike wants to make it an unforgettable summer.
CPR training gets complicated when you're hot for your "straight" best friend and he keeps wanting to practice his mouth-to-mouth technique.
"Should we… practice again?" Mike said finally. "Now?"
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03 Mar 2026
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Will starts a habit of sleeping in Mike's room.
Without a word, Mike reaches out and lightly grabs Will's jaw. He tilts his head up, down, side to side, studying every angle. There's no way he can't feel Will's pulse beating fast and hard against his hand, but either way, he doesn't comment on it.
"Hmm", sneaks out of Mike's mouth.
"Hmm?", Will can only parrot back.
Now he studies Will's eyes, trying to commit their shape and hue to memory - trying to erase memories of Will's possessed dark, clouded eyes. His Will, but not.
Will softens in his grasp and opens himself to Mike's gaze, no longer trying to steel himself from the moment, hide himself away. Just present, just here.
And something in Mike softens, too.
"There you are," Mike whispers.
This is hungry work.
(prob mature, explicit to be safe)
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“It was that good, huh?” Mike’s tone was mocking, but his eyes contradicted his words. Dark, smoldering. Every time he blinked at Will, the world was made anew.
Will leaned in. “Better.”
“Prove it.”
Stillness. Will’s brain skipped. “What?”
Mike’s gaze didn’t waver. It was unrelenting, the force of his unequivocal attention impossibly beautiful. “Show me. If you’re so good, then prove it.”
Spring, 1989. Will's best friends think he's the most innocent in their group. He makes it clear that this is not the case.