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That Cat!Mike au Iāve been posting about it making me wanna continue Circling The Tank but I got other fics to focus on rn ššš
maybe Iāll finally finish my oneshot today! *i was then shot 15 times w hw and procrastination*
Me core
Will accidentally turning Mike into an animal with his sorcerer powers heās still learning to control but that means they have to spend time together to try and undo it and so Mike is just vibing
You would think Iād suggest Will turns him into a dog cause of the puppy Mike Wheeler trend atm but heat me out:
Bitchy black cat Mike Wheeler hissing at everyone but then folding like a lawn chair purring without realising when Will scratches his head
Will: āMike I have to put you down to read.ā
Mike: *Very sad and despondent meow, somehow still has puppy eyes that Will swears are welling up*
Will: āā¦..Fine.ā And he ends up turning pages with one hand to keep scratching between Mikeās ears.
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Max picks Mike up and heās thrashing and wailing like a stray cat, but then El picks him up and heās huffy about it cause sheās holding him up like a doll and so heās just dangling but he accepts his fate.
Meanwhile Will enters the room and Mike launches at him. Will gets good at catching him very quickly.
They lose Mike for a couple hours and find him stuck high up in some crevice in the attic or garage (somewhere they wouldnāt have heard him) yowling for his life cause he doesnāt know how to get back down š
Will practically flies to save him and Mike looks very admonished and embarrassed somehow but heās also covered in dust and cobwebs so now he has to have a bath and heās very unhappy about it
Iām gonna have to write this myself at some point arenāt I š
Omg and it takes like a week or so to figure out how to turn him back and in the week they get so used to sleeping together like with Mike curled up on Willās chest that they just keep doing it š
First night as a human again Mike trudges down to the basement and mumbling asks if he can sleep on Willās chest and well whatās Will gonna do⦠say NO?
Neverrrr
Will accidentally turning Mike into an animal with his sorcerer powers heās still learning to control but that means they have to spend time together to try and undo it and so Mike is just vibing
You would think Iād suggest Will turns him into a dog cause of the puppy Mike Wheeler trend atm but heat me out:
Bitchy black cat Mike Wheeler hissing at everyone but then folding like a lawn chair purring without realising when Will scratches his head
Will: āMike I have to put you down to read.ā
Mike: *Very sad and despondent meow, somehow still has puppy eyes that Will swears are welling up*
Will: āā¦..Fine.ā And he ends up turning pages with one hand to keep scratching between Mikeās ears.
āāāāā
Max picks Mike up and heās thrashing and wailing like a stray cat, but then El picks him up and heās huffy about it cause sheās holding him up like a doll and so heās just dangling but he accepts his fate.
Meanwhile Will enters the room and Mike launches at him. Will gets good at catching him very quickly.
They lose Mike for a couple hours and find him stuck high up in some crevice in the attic or garage (somewhere they wouldnāt have heard him) yowling for his life cause he doesnāt know how to get back down š
Will practically flies to save him and Mike looks very admonished and embarrassed somehow but heās also covered in dust and cobwebs so now he has to have a bath and heās very unhappy about it
Iām gonna have to write this myself at some point arenāt I š
A little Merlin pilled atm but i love how every knight in that show is gay asf for him š like you will not convince me that Lancelot and Gwaine were not at least a little bit in love with him and were there and loyal to HIM not Arthur
āArthurās lucky to have us.ā
āā¦Not Arthur.ā
*shares this ā¬ļø look*
LIKE SHUT UP GAYBO šššššš I HATETHEMILOVETHEMMMšššš
Will accidentally turning Mike into an animal with his sorcerer powers heās still learning to control but that means they have to spend time together to try and undo it and so Mike is just vibing
You would think Iād suggest Will turns him into a dog cause of the puppy Mike Wheeler trend atm but heat me out:
Bitchy black cat Mike Wheeler hissing at everyone but then folding like a lawn chair purring without realising when Will scratches his head
Will: āMike I have to put you down to read.ā
Mike: *Very sad and despondent meow, somehow still has puppy eyes that Will swears are welling up*
Will: āā¦..Fine.ā And he ends up turning pages with one hand to keep scratching between Mikeās ears.
āāāāā
Max picks Mike up and heās thrashing and wailing like a stray cat, but then El picks him up and heās huffy about it cause sheās holding him up like a doll and so heās just dangling but he accepts his fate.
Meanwhile Will enters the room and Mike launches at him. Will gets good at catching him very quickly.
Will accidentally turning Mike into an animal with his sorcerer powers heās still learning to control but that means they have to spend time together to try and undo it and so Mike is just vibing
You would think Iād suggest Will turns him into a dog cause of the puppy Mike Wheeler trend atm but heat me out:
Bitchy black cat Mike Wheeler hissing at everyone but then folding like a lawn chair purring without realising when Will scratches his head
Will accidentally turning Mike into an animal with his sorcerer powers heās still learning to control but that means they have to spend time together to try and undo it and so Mike is just vibing
Imaginary friend Mr whatsit for Mike is all I've been thinking about lately why couldn't we of had this it would of been a great plot twist hmmm hmmmm hmmmnmnš¤š¤š¤š¤š¤š¤š¤š¤š¤š¤š¤
MrHalloween2 had a fic exactly like this where Henry showed up in dreams as Mikeās kindergarten/early elementary school teacher that Mike āforgotā and was slowly manipulating him and I mourn it everyday
UK heatwave is pissing me offfff WTF U MEAN 35 DEGREES?????? Double it and give it to the duffer brothers
Ted Wheeler dies during Mikeās first year of college. It's not violent. There's no car accident or bloody thirsty beast. Ted Wheeler dies in his recliner chair, a heart attack, the doctors tell them, and for a while, Mike's life continues as usual.
Will, his beloved boyfriend, frets over him, but Mikeās fine. He says a few words at the funeral about playing catch in the yard as a young boy, one of the few fond memories of his father, because it wasnāt long after that that Ted became apathetic, and then they go back to their apartment in New York. Heās fine.
Heās not mourning the man because what is there to mourn? His days arenāt disrupted because, other than sharing a house, his father hasnāt been part of his life for years now. Heās fine.
And itās true. For weeks, Mike turns in college papers, does grocery runs, and sleeps beside his boyfriend undisturbed. The only change is the more frequent phone calls home to check on his mother, but nobody in the Wheeler family cries for long. Ted Wheeler did nothing to earn their grief, and so it doesnāt come.
Until it does.
One day, Mike wakes up, and his father's face appears on the backs of his eyelids before he opens his eyes. He doesn't look how he did before he died, old, streaks of grey lining his temples, wrinkles dragging his lips down, cementing his face into the permanent tired frown he wore for his thirties and forties. He looks young, like he's been torn from the family photos from Mike's infancy, and he smiles down at his son with pride and hope.
Hope that Mike would grow into something he could be proud of. Something that could make living in a cul-de-sac and taking over Mike's grandad's company straight out of high school worth it.
And then Mike opens his eyes.
He never became something his father could be proud of, and that stopped bothering him a long time ago. He stopped tying himself into knots over it, denying who he was in fear of disappointing the man who had decided he already wasn't enough before Mike hit the age of ten.
But it sticks with him that day. There's a heavy stone that sits in his stomach, as if he'd gotten the call about his father that morning, and not weeks prior. He's silent over breakfast, the young image of his father refusing to budge every time he blinks. Will notices, but he knows Mike won't answer if he asks what's wrong, so he only wraps an arm around his waist and guides his head onto his shoulder, and they sit in peaceful silence on their couch, sipping at their morning brews, the thick scent of ground coffee beans filling the air.
The stone doesn't go away, no matter what Mike does. It sits lodged in his chest like a pill swallowed dry. The words on his assignments blur together. He gets lost in the rain, splattering on the glass as he washes dishes; his showers get longer as he loses time and sleep.
He downs coffee in hopes of finding concentration. He comes home and throws himself at his boyfriend, distracting him and riling him up, purposely getting under his skin until Will's hands are under his clothes. The sex becomes rougher. Mike wants it harder. Faster, he says, and for a brief moment, the bruises left behind alleviate some of the pressure. Like a pill slowly dissolving, the lump becomes less noticeable.
Why is this bothering him, anyway? If Mike were the one who died, Ted wouldn't have batted an eye. What is Mike even mourning?
He can't sleep one night.
Will is behind him, his arms shackled tight around Mike's torso, his hot breath fanning the back of Mike's neck, his nose nuzzled in Mike's hair. Mike's body aches where Will grabbed, bit, and slapped.
He knows his boyfriend is worried. Their sex life hasn't been very vanilla for a long time, but actively seeking pain is new, and Mike can tell Will isn't entirely into it, too in love to fully enjoy seeing him hurt, but too in love to deny Mike anything.
He watches the rain dribble down their window. For hours, he watches the moon traverse the sky, watches the stars wink and flutter, and places bets on which droplets will reach the window frame first.
Ted's face shows up again, young, smooth, and smiling, and, suddenly, the lump that's been nestled in his throat for weeks swells until it chokes him. His breath shudders and his eyes sting painfully, and the tears come before he can even think to stop them.
His first thought is that he can't wake Will, and so, he carefully slips from his arms. It takes a while. Will's grip is iron-tight, and he's not the deepest sleeper, but eventually Mike has replaced the shape of his body with an armful of duvet, and his breath shakes, and he hiccups as he makes his way to the living room.
Shrugging on one of Will's band tees, Mike drops onto the armchair. He doesn't turn a lamp on, as if he's doing something bad--something best left in the dark. The only light that pours in is from the moon, and for the first time after getting the phone call, Mike weeps.
He thinks of his father, and he wonders if he was scared when he went. He wonders whether he thought of his kids or only of himself. He wonders if he died with regrets, and if Mike was one of them. He wonders if, in Ted's final moments, he saw good memories, and if playing catch in the yard together was one of them.
He sobs, and he sniffles, and he realises he's grieving that day. He's grieving his father's laugh as he dove for the ball and missed. He's grieving for the way Ted had picked his tiny frame up and spun him around, for the way he'd been called son.
They will never get the chance to reconcile. They'll never get the chance to mend, or rather, to build any relationship at all. There was never any conclusion, never any discussion. Mike never told Ted how much he hated him, how much he scared him, yet how badly he wanted Ted to love him. Mike moved out, Ted carried one or two of his boxes to the car because Karen told him to, awkwardly clapped him on the back and then didn't see him off.
And that was it.
There was no 'I'm proud of you, son.' At last. There were no smiles, no contentment, no compromise. They never met in the middle, agreed to love each other despite their differences. There was nothing.
And there never will be.
Mike cries until he falls asleep. He wakes back in his bed, tucked in and, presumably, forehead kissed, with a note from Will that says, 'I love you.'
He doesn't get out of bed until noon, and he cries again. He feels stupid for crying. He feels angry for crying. Why should Ted get Mike's grief? Why does he have the right to tear him apart like this?
And then he cries again, because what an awful thought to have about his Dad.
Will comes home, and Mike is still crying. He feels a little broken because he just can't get the tears to stop, but Will doesn't berate him for it. He doesn't tell him to suck it up and be a man.
Will cradles him, sweeping his frame into his arms and telling him it's okay.
The absence of the lump leaves a hollow feeling, as if he's been scooped clean out, and something is missing.
Will helps a lot. He stops entertaining Mike's attempts to rile him up and instead just holds him. Their sex is gentle, but it still scrambles Mike's mind pleasantly regardless. Will makes sure the focus stays on him, and he starts sleeping through the night again.
He goes home for Spring Break, and he visits his dad for the first time since the funeral. The gravesite is pleasant enough, if not a little impersonal.
'Ted Wheeler. Husband and Father.'
Besides the other tombstones, ones with words like: 'Beloved.' 'Treasured.' 'Dearest.' It's sad. Mike's sure he'll laugh about it one day, because it's also a little funny, but in that moment, he's only sad.
Alone with only a stone left of his father, Mike sits on the grass six feet above the coffin, and he doesn't say anything. He brought the ball that's been sitting in the garage for over a decade. It's deflated, dirty and dusty. Decomposing, almost.
He sets it on the grass in front of him and reads the words on Ted's grave over and over.
'Ted Wheeler. Husband and Father.'
'1941-1990'
Mike doesn't say anything. Despite all the words they could've shared, at this moment, Mike has nothing to say. This is the man who neglected him his entire life and died alone.
Mike doesn't have to chase his validation anymore, but then, he stopped running after it years ago.
He sits there until he gets hungry, and then he stands. The visit has felt anticlimactic, like a waste of time, and slight embarrassment sizzles under his skin because he thought he'd feel something more. Aren't you supposed to feel something visiting your father's grave?
"Bye, Dad," Mike says, and turns his back, but he only makes it a step. Something pops into his head, words to say, at last.
He swallows and turns back. He reads the tombstone for the last time, and he says:
"I'm sorry."
Sorry that he wasn't enough. Sorry that he didn't try harder. Sorry that he wasn't good at catching a ball. Sorry that Ted didn't want to accept him for who he is, that he won't get a chance to see his son live a happy life, and sorry that he wouldn't have wanted to in the first place.
Mike Wheeler walks away, and the gaping chasm of hollowness that's plagued his chest for weeks fades. Like a sutured wound, it scars over. He leaves behind the resentment, the ball that hasn't been touched since that afternoon in the yard, and he leaves behind his father, and how close Mike once got to becoming him.
He goes home. His Mother smiles at him, she kisses his forehead, and she demands that he and Will tell her all about their life in New York. She's glowing with pride in a way Mike hasn't seen her do before. The house feels lighter, less like there's a bear trap in every doorway, or an argument around every corner. There are more plants and flowers on every windowsill and hanging from the ceiling instead of being confined to the outside because they'd make Ted sneeze.
The pink rug that has been collecting dust in the attic is now laid out in front of the TV, and Mike realises that his father's chair is gone, replaced with a new, better-smelling, floral chair with a pile of wool on it, a sweater in the making.
It reminds him of the Byers house after Lonnie left, when they took down the photos of him and his old, rusting trophies from his 'glory days' and replaced them with things Will made or photos Jonathan took, when the house got that brightness and warmth that made it distinctly Byers.
Like then, the Wheeler house has a new air to it. Ted never ruled over them with iron, violent fists like Lonnie did with his family, but he choked the house regardless. He sucked the life out of it, leaving it as grey and static as the glow from the old movies he'd watch day in and day out.
It's nice, Mike decides. The new air.
There's a pang of grief. A pang of sympathy that after Ted's death, all that will remain of him is his children, something that clearly wasn't enough, but there's no guilt anymore.
It would have been nice if they could've gotten along. If Ted could have been a happier man, but he wasn't.
That night, Mike sleeps in his own bed. Will sleeps with him, rather than in the guest room, like he would've had to under different circumstances, and Mike sleeps better.
Ted was a door that would never close, yet a doorway that Mike could never pass through. Like a jammed door in a storm, the cold would sweep in, gusts of wind so sharp and icy that it was like claws dragging over your skin.
Now, the door closes, and the Wheeler house feels warm. Warmer than it has been in a very, very long time.
Mike closes his eyes, and he only sees blackness.
He sleeps.
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Iāve done like 23 mount runs today on WOW and gotten nothing so have some Mike Wheeler suffering
Your non silence on gay sex pleases me greatly/j
Byler get together after graduating high school but Mike is still repressed asf and dealing with a lot of shame and months pass and he and Will havenāt gotten beyond making out.
Will doesnāt mind, heād, of course, never want to pressure Mike into anything, but itād be a lie if he said he wasnāt a little frustrated. It had been fine for a while, just having Mike in his arms in enough, but once theyāve gotten used to making out, hearing Mikeās little sounds, his tiny gasps and the way heās so pliant and trusting below him, itās like getting a taste of desert and craving the whole thing.
Will doesnāt say anything at first, not until heās gotten frustrated enough that it infiltrates his dreams every night. Flashes of Mike below him, his lithe, breath taking figure writhing and Willās name cried from his lips leaving him waking up in damp boxers and getting off every morning like heās 14 again.
One day, he gets a little braver. Mike hasnāt made the first move, but from what Will can tell, he likes when Will takes the charge. Pinning Mike against the wall and taking his kiss is the fastest way to have a lap full of Wheeler and so, hovering over Mike who is flat on Willās bed, Will slips his hands into the waistband of Mikeās trousers. Itās daring, but Mike is so receptive to skin on skin, groaning and pushing into Willās hands when they slither around his waist.
However, this time, the reaction is instantaneous. Mike tenses, and suddenly, itās like kissing a mannequin.
Will pulls away, and Mike unfreezes as if he were a prey animal playing dead having gotten a chance to bolt away. They sit up, and finally, they broach the subject of taking it further.
Mike breaks into tears. He explains how terrified he feels of the vulnerability. Itās not about Will, itās about how he was raised. How affection was withheld, used as balm after stinging words but it rarely felt genuine. How his version of love growing up was convenience, rather than true confession, how it was transactional and conditional. The relationship with his parents has never been more strained, but the kid inside of him who grew up terrified to be his true self in fear of pushing them further away rockets to the surface every time they get intimate.
What if he wonāt be good enough? What if Will will finally realise that he deserves better?
Will is appalled at this. Baffled that Mike canāt see himself the way that Will does.
They talk for hours about things Mike has held back for his entire life, and they become stronger for it.
Someday, not soon after, theyāre making out on Willās bed again and Mike says heās ready, that he wants to be closer to Will than heās ever been, that he wants Will to take him.
Will figured that might be their preferred dynamic. He always thought Mike would want to take the lead until the first time they made out and Mike folded like a tower of cards when Will flipped them over and pinned his hands to the mattress.
The image of Mike fucked out below him flashes before Willās eyes and he gets hard so fast itās a little embrassing.
They take the before slowly. Undressing each other with tender care, placing kisses over scars, moles, and freckles.
Will puts the first finger in and Mike squirms in discomfort.
āHow does it feel?ā Will asks after a few moments.
āS-Strange.ā Mike replies, his fingers digging into Willās shoulders, his cheeks peachy pink and lips swollen and puffy, ābut not⦠bad.ā
He doesnāt sound so sure, but they continue. Itās a little awkward and not as hot as Will imagined it. Mikeās gorgeous, sure, heās velvety soft an virgin tight, but heās uncomfortable and Will can tell.
Slathering on more lube, Will kisses him and adds a second finger. It stays awkward for a while, but Mike gets more comfortable. Thereās soft breaths and little movements of discomfort until Will curves his fingers a new way, pushing until his knuckles reach Mikeās rim and then something happens.
His fingers hit something soft, and Mike jolts like heās been tasered, a high cry wailing from his throat.
Oh. Will thinks, pride and excitement bubbling in his chest.
āW-whatāah! What is thaat?!ā Mike moans, his hands frantic over Willās chest, legs twitching, stomach rippling. Thereās almost something panicked in his eyes at the pleasure exploding inside him, he looks like heās seeing stars and Will hasnāt even put in a third finger.
Will finds it again and again until Mike is a babbling wreck below him. Far gone is the boy who caged himself. Glowing with pleasure, Mike looks free and Will is so deeply in love with him.
When he finally enters him, his cock sheathed deep inside, connected in a way nobody else has with Mike before, they forget the world. The globe shrinks until itās just them on an island alone.
Nothing has ever felt so good. Will could lose his mind right here and now, and given the desperate wails from Mike and the nails clawing down his back, Mike feels the same.
They go until their muscles ache and Mike canāt straighten his spine. When it comes time for Will to pull out, Mike clenches around him and they hiss at the sensitivity.
āDonāt goā¦ā Mike rasps, his face redder than the skin of a cherry.
Eventually, they leave the bed and wash themselves, change the sheets and go to bed, closer now than theyāve ever been before, but before that, they stay connected.
Curled up in bed together, their bodies conjoined, promised to each other, committed and in love, Mike weeps. Heās free. He let go, let himself fall, and Will didnāt let him hit the ground. He dropped his shield like a knight on the battlefield and Will didnāt strike where it would hurt.
āI love you.ā Mike whispers words he says so rarely. Theyāve never meant anything to him before, because nobody had ever said them to him with meaning. Each time had been a lie, and it had poisoned love for him.
It wasnāt until Will that he understood why people would say it at all.
āI love you too.ā Will says, tears of him own rolling down his face and hanging on the tip of his nose until they soak into Mikeās hair.
Theyāve spread their wings and launched from the cold, metal bars of their cages, and nothing has felt as good as cutting through the clouds with their wings, chirping a matching melody.
The shackles have broken, the shame relinquished.
Theyāre free.
Guys I think the Merlin hyperfixation is creeping back in Iām scared IM NOT READY YET šššš
Mike āAthletics? I Donāt Know Herā Wheeler (insp)
bonus:
I love my unathletic son š¤©
Can I put some freaky bottom Mike wheeler headcannons on the timeline rq? ššš
When Mike is particularly stressed he likes decompressing by being treated like a stress ball basically so heāll act bratty until Will pins him on his stomach and fucks him until heās too exhausted to move whereas when Will is stressed Mike activates ultimate puppy mode and warms his cock in his mouth for ages OMG WHO WROTE THIS POST IT WASNT MEš©š©š© SOMEONE STOLE MY PHONE FRFR
Okay thatās it Iāve lost my nerve now lmfao but errr breeding kink byler ftw
Can I put some freaky bottom Mike wheeler headcannons on the timeline rq? ššš