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It’s winter in Hawkins, and Mike and Will aren’t speaking anymore. Living in Mike’s house, Will tries to be invisible, spending most of his time in the basement.
Then the power goes out — and if there’s one thing he dreads more than facing Mike, it’s the cold.
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Seven nights in which Mike and Will have to sleep in the same bed, even though they’re barely friends anymore.
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15 Dec 2025
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Their shoulders brushed again, slow and equally savored. The kind of movement you couldn't pretend was an accident.
So Will brushed back, just barely. Testing. Flirting.
Mike inhaled softly, a faint noise escaping him. And then Mike spoke like he was physically unable to stay silent any longer.
“Will? If… if that boy you like…” he was standing so close that Will could feel the warmth of him against the cold air. “…If you ever wanted to tell him…”
Will felt his breath stop.
“…I think he’d want to know.”
OR: Yet another buzzy post vol 1 fic where Will grows more confident, Mike short-circuits over it, and they save the world together !!
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15 Dec 2025
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Dating was not Eddie’s forté. It was always awkward, painful, and never fun. He was always left counting down the minutes until it was appropriate to go home. Dates always felt like his skin was too tight, and his tongue was too fat to let any real air in. It felt like he was on stage performing a pitchy rendition of Somebody to Love. But as Eddie emerged from the bedroom and caught a glimpse of Buck in the living room rolling up his sleeves; it was almost worth it.
Ravi ropes Buck into speed dating and then Buck ropes Eddie into it. Eddie hates dating, but he'd do just about anything for Buck. Naturally they get paired and one thing leads to another and they end up fucking nasty.
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10 Oct 2025
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“You fainted, Moons! And then you were just lying there, all pale and sweaty like some sort of sickly Victorian heroine! It was all very dramatic, and surely never would’ve happened if you were partnered with me, like you ought to have been in the first place.”
5 times Remus feels woozy, +1 time it's all Sirius' fault. Or maybe they're all Sirius' fault.
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10 Oct 2025
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Close is never close enough. If he could just…peel back the realities that separate them, make them so that blood flows from Dean’s heart to Cas’ kidneys, signals from Cas’ brain moving Dean’s feet, that might be enough. Cas read a poem once, by Pablo Neruda: “so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,” he’d written, unaware that Dean’s hand on Cas’ chest is Cas’, as Dean is Cas’ and Cas is Dean’s.
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09 Sep 2025