hyperfixation3000

(Updated whenever I put out a new fic)

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Sleep Soundly (In My Arms)

When Will showed up on his door step after everything had ended, Mike never thought they would end up where they did. Will had knocked softly on the basement door just before midnight, exactly one week after they had saved the world, and scarred their own forever. Mike had been laying on the old couch, some movie he had seen a thousand times droning in the background; he wasn’t paying attention to it though. His head was full of everything else.

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Months after the final battle, Mike reflects on the week following the horrors of that night, and how events lead him right into the arms of the boy he loves most: Will Byers.

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The Letters I Never Sent (And The Ones You Did)

Dear Will, I’m sorry that I haven’t written sooner - I haven’t been sure what to say or how to say it. It’s not the same without you here. Nothing feels important without you here. Everything feels too important without you here. Everyone misses you, I miss you. The Party isn’t the same without you.

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My take on the letters that Mike and Will wrote to each other during the Byers’ time in Lenora. Some sent, some not.

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God Knows I'll Try

Mike stands on the Byers’ front stoop shivering in the cold December night. He knocks softly on the Byers’ front door, fingers cold and stiff from the bike ride over here. It’s late and he isn’t sure who might answer the door at this time of night. He knows someone is awake in the living room by the faint glow of the tv through the sheer curtains. Mike expects Hopper, maybe Jonathan. He’s surprised when it’s Will who answers the door. Mike can now hear the faint drone of whatever movie is playing inside drifting out into the night. He barely registers it as his eyes roam over the boy in front of him, soaking him in; the boy who is bathed in golden light from the front porch lamp. Ethereal.

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That one time that Max lets it slip that Will was in love with Mike (and might still be) and then Mike freaks out before confessing his own feelings to Will.

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Through The Storm (I Will Be Your Shelter)

Will opens the fridge with a small pop of the door seal, and reaches in to grab two Gatorade bottles off the top shelf; yellow for himself, and orange for Mike. The glass bottles clink against one another as he passes one to Mike. As he goes to take the offered bottle from Will, it slips between their fingers and shatters loudly across the linoleum; orange liquid splashing both of their pants. Immediately, Will tenses. They hear Lonnie startle awake with a grunt from the living room. Will looks towards Mike with fear plastered across his face, a fear that gives Mike pause.

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MiWi. Mike spends the night at Will’s house for the first time and witnesses what goes on behind closed doors.

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Face to Face (Miles Away)

A vivid memory flashes to the forefront of Will’s mind: he’s standing in front of the bathroom mirror in their old house in Hawkins. Flashes of vines crawling up the walls, and then that dark, sick feeling deep inside. He remembers leaning over the porcelain sink, retching, please no. He coughs up that dark, slimy slug into the sink basin. The next thing he knows, he’s back on the field of his old middle school, the Mind Flayer reaching toward him with its smokey black extremities. He screams “Go away!” and the thick smoke envelopes him. He can feel it everywhere. There’s a loud crash and Will jumps at the noise. He’s pulled back to reality, back to their kitchen in Lenora. He’s breathing quick and shallow and he’s clutching the counter top behind him with white knuckles.

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November 6th, 1985, the anniversary when Will is in Lenora without his friends - without Mike.

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The Way I Feel Inside (Should I Try To Hide)

During a summer storm that happens upon Hawkins in the middle of one humid night, Will awakes with a start and a small exclamation of fear, bolting upright on his mattress. At first he can’t quite put his finger on what woke him up, just knows that he woke up with a pit in his stomach and the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He hears the rain thundering against the side of the house as his nightmare resurfaces; Vecna and demogorgons, and the memory of Mike and his other friends being ripped away from him come crashing to the forefront of his memory. “Will,” he hears in that soft voice reserved just for him, “are you okay?”

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