NOT MY STORY astrobi on ao3 Summary: "Are you offended that people think we're dating?" "No," Mike says immediately. "Of course not," because, again, he should be so lucky. Will's baffled expression does not change. "Then why would I be?" "So- okay, fine, whatever. Should we, like, tell them to get their heads out of their asses and that we're not- um- dating, or-" "I think," Will cuts in, "well. You know what would be funny?" Honestly, Mike doesn't know what he thought being Will Byers' fake-boyfriend would entail, but he definitely didn't think it would involve this many ugly Christmas sweaters.

NOT MY STORY smalltownbyler on ao3 Summary: "We have a plan." Robin says casually. Will straightens from the cabinet like it just shocked him. "A what?" "A plan," she repeats, too casually, like they're talking about redecorating or what to make for dinner, "A get-Will-laid-by-Mike-plan." or Mike Wheeler has a habit of walking around Will's and his shared dorm room in nothing but a towel. A small one. Too small. And it's driving Will absolutely crazy. So when Mike and Will go over to Robin and Vickie's place one night to watch a movie. They tell Will their plan. Have Will seduce Mike, and then have him get laid by Mike.

NOT MY STORY harriet_vane on ao3 Will needs a date to his mom's wedding. Mike volunteers. "I have an idea," says Mike. Ice cubes form in Will's stomach. "How dangerous is it? Like, should I call Dustin to talk you down, or should I call Nancy to be ready to drive us to the hospital?" "No," says Mike, "you can't tell anyone or it won't work." "Or what won't work?" Will asks. It's like picking up a rock you know a spider will be under. Mike gets up and closes Will's door. Hopper doesn't make them keep it open but sometimes Will does anyway, because every now and then lying around alone with Mike on his bed just makes his chest ache too much. If the door is open he can tell himself You can't do anything right now, someone will see. Mike leans back against the door. His eyes are lit up with that special maniacal gleam that the Wheelers get right before they do something insane, like when Nancy says, "Then we have to go kill Vecna ourselves," or whatever. "Take me to the wedding," says Mike. "Yeah," says Will slowly, "you'll be at the wedding. Obviously." "As your date."

NOT MY STORY papenathy on ao3 "Looks like I bit you." Will tilts his head to get a better look. All Mike can do is stare at him. His fluffy hair at the front, clumped pieces at the back where he'd slid his fingers in a mere few minutes before. His pretty green eyes that look hazel or even brown in this light, the dark circles he gets when he drinks framing them like intricate paintings. A satisfied, bloody smile. Mike isn't satisfied. He swallows thickly, choking down the words 'don't you want more?' Or: Will dresses as a vampire for a college halloween party, but Mike thinks his costume isn't bloody enough. Will lets him fix it. Mike goes into a crisis.

NOT MY STORY ao3: lameparties 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. or Seven nights in which Mike and Will have to sleep in the same bed, even though they're barely friends anymore.