Ever since leaving Hawkins, Mike has been chasing his dream of becoming a writer in L.A., while Will stayed behind, pouring his heart into paintings in the quiet town they once shared. What used to be endless bike rides and basement hangouts slowly faded into late-night phone calls squeezed between deadlines and exhaustion. Weekly check-ins filled with half-told stories and things neither of them quite say out loud. Until one night, when they both fall asleep on the phone at the same time. Instead of waking up alone, they find themselves in the same dream.

Basically slow burn ish byler!!!!

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. (this is story is not mine i figured the wattpad readers should get a taste of this work of art. go give kudos to lameparties on ao3!!)