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hello reader!!! And welcome to my STRANGER THINGS one-shots, i was hesitant to post this, but here i am!
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here are some things i WON’T do:
smut, I sadly don’t feel comfortable writing smut, so sorry… this includes any bad sexual themes, like rape. I can write past rape, rape aftermath and rape recovery but not the actual thing.
no toxic relationships between the characters, what I can write about this topic is non-canon x canon but not being focused on it, like, an example, <(character)> being in a toxic relationship with a non canon character and <(character)> helping them leave the relationship.
no incest.
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here are some things i WILL do:
rarepairs
family/friendship bonding
single character one-shot
oc x canon (no y/n tho)
crossover
character swap, or like, story swap to be exact. (Mike wheeler swapping stories with Boris for example!)
aus (specify your au)
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i could add more won’t’s and do’s, but for now that’s about it. depending on what people request, i’ll add more, but for now, that’s about it!
(same thing with the tags).
I don’t take long to answer and/or to write, unless i’m really unmotivated, so I would take a little bit slower, but nonetheless I will write it!
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💙mike
— 💛 will
It’s been three whole months,
For three months I've been closed off in my room not wanting to leave.
Leaving only to eat, so I can come across my mother, so she knows I'm still living, she's been the most concerned out of everyone else, I feel bad but I can't do anything about it. Everything that has happened is all my fault if I just, stop appearing, no one would be in danger anymore. I quit school, I quit everything, and it's just me alone in this dusty room.
Except for one person who somehow hasn't given up on me just yet.
William Byers, the boy in the swings, my friend, my
lover
best friend.
These past few days, he's been the most annoying but sweetest person I've seen. Every day he visits me, always rambling about school and how Lucas won't shut up about his girlfriend. I pretend to hear him behind the door, but sometimes I fall asleep and accidentally make him sad, that's what I think anyway.
I wish he would stop trying. I'm a lost cause, just waiting for one day I die in my sleep, but no, he always has to come and check up on me, check if I'm eating and sleeping and that boring stuff.
" I wish you would talk to me. "
" everyone’s worried, I’m worried. "
" Mike. "
His soft and sad voice is music to my ears.
I know that's selfish of me to say, but It’s just the truth. It makes me incredibly sleepy and, makes me want to just, embrace him, and leave this world forever.
But I knew that he wouldn't join me.
I wouldn't let him do that anyway, he has an incredible future waiting for him.
" Mike. "
Right, Will’s at my door now.
I forgot he was talking to me, I just can't seem to grab onto reality these days.
I don't know what he wants from me today, I didn't even want him here in the first place, out of everyone, he's always made me the saddest. Always rejecting and ignoring me. Why, out of everyone, he's still trying?
" Mike, can I please come in..? "
Will asked me, and I was already going to decline, but I noticed that he was
sobbing
.
Fuck. Why is he crying? He shouldn't be the one crying here, I'm the one who's every day hoping to rot away in bed and-
As I was walking away, I heard a whisper from Mike’s room.
" yes.. "
The voice wasn’t Mike’s, it sounded like he hadn't had any water in months.
I quickly walked back to the door and,
I gently opened the door. Mike had shifted to the bed’s feet (he was behind the door, which is what Will thought he was at before.)
His hair was a mess, and he looked so very tired-
He looked at me.
He didn't say anything, he just kept looking at me, as if he was judging me.
I looked at the floor, hiding my face from Will’s piercing gaze.
I realized that I shouldn't have felt guilty for him, I mean- if he was just going to judge me, I shouldn't have-
Mike suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, cold hands behind his neck, and cold tears on his left shoulder.
It was Will-
How could I?
How could I have him like this?
I should've done something. But I didn't.
And now look at him. He looks so tired- this is all my fault. Fuck fuck.
I just sat there, unable to form a proper reaction. For a moment or two, it stayed like that, until I hugged him back.
" It’s okay. Calm down. "
I say as I try to calm him down. I hate seeing him like this, and it's even worse when it is because of me.
I tried to calm down, taking deep breaths and focusing on Mike’s breathing, which weirdly enough worked. But I didn't move. I grasped Mike tighter, fearing that he would leave if I let go.
We stayed like that for hours, or maybe it was just annoyingly long minutes to the point it started to get uncomfortable,
I think Will felt the same.
" Will, let’s go to my bed. "
I didn't register what Mike said, but when he started to get up, I flinched and didn't let go,
" Will, bed. "
ah. Right.
I let his shoulders go and grasped his hand, walking to his bed just behind him.
I fall to my bed and don't move, not feeling like doing anything else but sleep.
Will lay down beside me, I felt his eyes looking at me, but he couldn't see me because my hair was in the way. He just put his head on my neck, I shivered at his hot breath, but didn't do anything about it.