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ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟: BYLER

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤: 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟

Mike Wheeler knew he was an idiot.

An idiot who sucked at emotions and expressing them properly and always, always figured himself out too late.

And he knew it was too late now. Far too late.

If only he had known earlier. If only he had possessed the fucking courage to grab Will’s hand after his confession to the party and say, “He is like you, Will. And he’s not your Tammy, whatever you mean by that.” If only he had admitted to Will what he truly felt in their pause from ascending the radio tower, and not clung to the safe lie of ‘best friends’.

Mike had what seemed a million regrets when it came to Will. So many times when he acted as he shouldn’t. When he hadn’t acted. When he should’ve acted.

When Mike should’ve kissed Will, thrown caution to the wind and ruined the friendship.

In his mind, he had created a list of all of the occasions in which he should’ve overcome his fear and succumbed to that profound feeling that he realised now had existed within him for years.

The motel on the way home to Hawkins. New Year’s Eve of 1986. The sunlit field before everything went to shit.

Or

Mike Wheeler has a mental list of every time he should’ve ruined the friendship, but really after graduation, what’s stopping him?