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    It makes him curl down in a corner, crying his eyes out over something he’ll never get back. Over someone who has never even been his.

    Will is fourteen years old, when his soulmark words turn black. ‘It’s not my fault you don’t like girls’ undeniably written on his body.

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    Will Byers every year, with all the pain that comes with getting older, falling in love with your best friend and not being your soulmate's soulmate. Maybe.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    The smile that spreads across Mike’s face is involuntary, like it must exist in Will’s presence. It’s like he waters the parched soil of his mind.

    Mike doesn’t realize how badly he needs him until he’s had a drink. And right now, he thinks this weekend is exactly what he’s been needing.

    OR: After years of grappling with his feelings, Mike visits Will in Chicago for a weekend during his junior year of college.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    Mike Wheeler writes fantasy novels now.

    In his second book, a paladin falls in love with a cleric he loses long before either of them learn how to speak honestly.

    Will Byers reads the dedication two years after they stop talking.

     

    Or: to my cleric — i remember, and it was real to me.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    "This has been a recurring problem since Will came back from the Upside Down. Mike feels like he can’t take his eyes off him, ever. What if he disappeared again? Mike couldn’t let that happen. He’d already taken Will for granted once, and look what had happened.
    Will’s watching him carefully now. “I can go back home this afternoon, if you want. By myself, I mean.”
    Mike scowls. “Why would you do that?”
    Will breaks the gaze and looks back down at his drawing, smudging a line. “So you can go to bed at a decent time. And not wake up in the middle of the night every time I have a nightmare. I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry! I want to be with you. I missed you. I’m…” Mike looks down at Will’s hand that’s closest to him, gripping a bright yellow pencil and tapping it against his notebook. He thinks about reaching out and grabbing it, just for a moment. To steady him. To let Will know that he’s not going anywhere. I’m scared of losing you again, he finishes in his head. He feels scared to say it, though he can’t name why."

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    or mike wheeler must defeat the evil thoughts of internalized homophobia in order to get the boy

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    12 Jun 2026

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    “Where are you going?”

    “To the arena, Hollander. We are playing a game in three hours.”

    “That’s tomorrow, Rozanov,” Hollander says, smirking like Ilya might be fucking with him and he wants to make sure he’s in on the joke. He looks behind and around him. “Um, can I come inside?”

    “Hollander, we have game today. You were here yesterday.”

    Hollander is striding toward his kitchen, looking over his shoulder at Ilya like he’s getting tired of the joke. “Very funny. I was in Montreal yesterday, Rozanov.”

    “Hollander.” Ilya goes to stand in front of him. Hollander’s eyes flicker up and down his body the way that Ilya usually craves, but is rather unwelcome right now. “Today is Thursday. Game is today. Yesterday, you came to my house. We ate tuna melts, watched Buffalo game. Then, you left.”

    “Rozanov, it’s Wednesday morning. And I’ve never been to your house before.”

    “Hollander…”

    “Look at your phone if you don’t believe me.”

    Ilya snorts like a bull and pulls his phone out of his pocket, swipes down on the screen to look at the date.

    Wednesday, November 9th.


    Or: Ilya Rozanov in Groundhog Day!

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    03 Jun 2026