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Google Search: Mike Wheeler's Favorite Color by redyarns
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
21 Mar 2026
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"What's your favorite color?" Will asked earnestly. "You never say in any of your interviews. I'm curious."
There was a pause.
Then a small hitch of breath, and Mike said, "what color are your eyes?"
Will blinked. "Ah, um - hazel. They're hazel."
Mike let out a small huff of amusement mixed with something else. "Then hazel."
"Oh," Will squeaked.
"Yeah," Mike said nervously. "Oh."
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Will's read enough fanfics to know that becoming Y/N was like asking Hopper to stop smoking so much, or begging El to stop buying skincare. Impossible.
Well... improbable, actually. As it turns out.
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23 May 2026
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“I don’t understand,” Mikasa says very quietly, “why you let him die.”
It’s kinder than saying killed him. Mikasa isn’t a kind person. She’s not particularly sure why she gentles the words at all. Levi certainly isn’t the type of person to appreciate it.
“Yeah,” Levi says at last. His voice is heavy. He sounds tired. Mikasa has already forgotten her initial question. She gropes in her memory for it, finds it in Jean’s overlapping, bewildered voice, too honest and open to be hurtful. “I suppose you wouldn’t.”
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or: the ackermans after shiganshina.Bookmarked by furikuri
23 May 2026
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i could be your lover (and you could be my heartache) by sunsetozier
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
19 May 2026
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Silence. Hungry, carnivorous—or maybe cavernous, vast and lined with teeth, ready to bite. The quiet before the storm, the gasped breath in before the heart stops. Tragedy tastes bitter. Blood tastes like pennies. Both are in the air, promises coating the tongue. Something bad is about to happen.
From beneath the bed, something reaches out—a mass of darkness, a shapeless nothing—and it grabs Mike by the wrist, yanks him forward. Mike chokes on a yelp and flails his arm free, blood dripping from where the shadows grabbed him, like the touch of darkness has split him open. He tries to scramble away, unfolds his legs to kick himself back but only makes himself easier, more vulnerable. The unidentifiable mass encircles Mike's ankle, and he screams something agonized, terrified—and then it pulls Mike, clawing at the carpet with his bloodied fingers, under the bed.
This time, the silence isn't hungry. It's satisfied.
will starts entering the mindscape in his dreams on the same night that mike gets taken by vecna. this is probably the least confusing part of everything that happens after.
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"I had no idea there was something wrong. I wouldn’t have known anything if Will didn’t call.”
“What do you mean if Will didn’t call?”
“He read the note that you gave him.”
“He called the police?”
“He called me.”
Will called his mom. Mike hasn’t talked to him since.(if you're a returning reader; check the author's note <3)
Bookmarked by furikuri
03 Jan 2026