Walk with me...
This is when Mike realised he liked Will
This is when he was suppressing it
And this is him realising he doesn't want to suppress it anymore
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Walk with me...
This is when Mike realised he liked Will
This is when he was suppressing it
And this is him realising he doesn't want to suppress it anymore
“I’m right here”
It was getting dark outside the cabin — that kind of blue-grey dusk that made everything feel quieter than it should.
The group had spread out, preparing, searching, arguing.
Mike had been looking for Will for the last ten minutes.
Not frantically. Not loudly.
Just with that same tightness in his chest he always got when Will slipped out of sight.
He finally found him outside near the treeline, half-turned away, arms crossed, eyes somewhere far off.
Mike stopped a few feet behind him, swallowing.
“…You’re avoiding me.”
Will didn’t look back.
“I’m not. I just needed some air.”
Mike stepped closer, voice tight. “No. Something’s… different. You keep pulling away.”
Will let out a tired sigh, the kind that sounded too old for him.
“I’m right here, Mike.”
Mike’s face twisted — hurt, confused, something raw leaking through the cracks.
“That’s not what it feels like.”
Will finally turned toward him. And the look on his face—
pained, gentle, resigned—
hit Mike harder than anything Vecna could ever do.
Mike shook his head, stepping closer without meaning to.
“I don’t want to lose you again,” he said quietly. It wasn’t dramatic. It was simply the truth — shaped like a wound.
Will’s eyes softened, just for a moment. “You’re not losing me.”
He took another step — close enough that Will could hear his uneven breathing.
For a long moment, Mike just stared at him.
Stared like Will was the only thing holding him upright.
“Will…”
The name came out small. Bare.
Will swallowed. Hard.
Mike’s eyes dipped to Will’s mouth, then snapped back up, guilty, lost.
His voice cracked:
“Why does it feel like you’re the only person on earth?”
Will’s breath stuttered — barely noticeable, but Mike saw it anyway.
A flicker of pain crossed Will’s face, because he knew that feeling too well. Too deeply. Too quietly.
Mike caught that look like a punch.
He stepped even closer, as if pulled by gravity alone.
His hands dropped by his sides in surrender.
He wasn’t fighting it anymore.
He reached out first, slow, hesitant —
and took Will’s hand.
Their fingers pressed together.
Skin to skin.
Mike inhaled sharply — a small, involuntary gasp — staring down at their hands like he couldn’t believe he’d actually done it.
He didn’t look up.
He couldn’t.
His thumb trembled against Will’s knuckles.
Will didn’t speak. Didn’t move.
Like one wrong twitch might shatter Mike into dust.
Then — slowly — Will lifted his free hand.
He brushed the hair gently out of Mike’s eyes, fingertips grazing his forehead.
Mike closed his eyes at the touch — barely, but enough.
Will’s hand slid to the back of Mike’s neck, warm and steady, holding him there like he was something precious, fragile even.
Mike let out a breath he’d been holding for years.
Neither of them looked away.
Mike’s voice came out barely there, almost a whisper pressed between them:
“Do you… feel it too?”
Will blinked, slow, pained, honest.
“Mike…” His voice shook. “Please don’t ask me that.”
“Why?”
“Because you already know the answer.”
Mike’s chest tightened, a sharp inhale cutting through him.
His eyes flicked to Will’s mouth again — not by accident this time, but like some part of him was done pretending.
He leaned in the faintest inch — enough for their foreheads to touch.
“Will…” His voice cracked in the middle of the word. “I don’t know how to stop wanting you.”
Will shuddered, eyes closing like those words physically hit him.
“You don’t have to,” he whispered.
At this Mike let his forehead drop to Wills, breaths tangling together.
Mike’s forehead rested fully against his now, breath mixing with breath.
“I’m done running,” Mike whispered, voice raw.
“I’m so fucking done.”
Neil was so real regarding his reaction to Andrew's sexuality and Kevin's relationship status.
Renee: Andrew is gay.
Neil: Oh okay, so him and Kevin-
Renee: Kevin has a girlfriend.
Neil: Kevin has a WHAT?
it's still so insane to me to think about THE kevin day having someone he is a fan of. and that someone being jeremy. like imagine how good you have to be at exy to capture THE kevin day's attention in that way. it blows my mind.
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have we considered that andrew’s first act in the series is to whack neil with his racquet and his last act is to throw himself across the court to protect neil from getting hit with a racquet? have we? considered that?? full circle moment? can we?!?
[house voice] god, it’s brutal out here
Andrew: So I started seeing someone
Bee: As in hallucinations or dating?
Andrew: I wish I knew
“andrew minyard has never done anything wrong in his life ever,” i say into the mic.
the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.
“she’s right,” they say. i look for the owner of the voice. there in the 5th row stands: neil josten. and oh dear god. someone has given him a mic. “and you know what—”
neil “unreliable narrator” josten is on full display throughout the series but potentially my favorite example is when he’s helping matt move in and he’s like no one can know about my secret duffel bag full of kevin photos and his super sly and casual way of keeping it on the dl is to carry the bag up and down the stairs SIX TIMES helping matt move in instead of leaving it….in his dorm room?
i can just HEAR andrew thinking like okay….so step one find out what’s in the sketchy ass bag
periods are medieval honestly. like sorry I got suicidal last night turns out I had too much blood in me. yeah no some of it fell out and I'm fine now.
literally buck is always like. kicks dirt. nobody wants to hang out with me i'm replaceable. meanwhile eddie is going about his day being like wow. if only buck were here and we could hang out and talk. then this life would be worth living.
twitter: you can't be attracted to other people nonconsentually that's sexual assault
tumblr: phil lester just dyed his hair blonde and I came so hard i passed out
autumn air; jacket ‘round my shoulders is yours.