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!!)

NOT MY STORY finncandrownmeandillsaythnx on ao3 He looked at the charcoal smudge again. It was so distinctly Will. It was like finding a fingerprint at a crime scene, only the crime was Mike's rapidly disintegrating sanity. He should close the tab. He should absolutely, one hundred percent close the tab, clear his browser history, burn the laptop, and maybe move to a monastery in Tibet where the wifi was spotty. He should walk into Will's room right now and say... what? Hey man, sorry to wake you, but are you spreading your cheeks to pay for our electricity bill? Because if so, thanks, but also, what the fuck? In which, Mike Wheeler thinks he knows everything about his roommate and childhood best friend, Will. He knows Will likes his coffee black, hates the texture of anything remotely slimy, and is surprisingly good at keeping secrets. But when Mike stumbles upon a cam model named 'Lee' who films in a room that looks suspiciously familiar, he realizes he doesn't know Will nearly as well as he thought. And God, does he want to learn. OR simply: a camboy!will AU