cliche and overdone and i don’t care but mike kissing will to snap him out of his episodes will always be special to me. will, who has been void of physical for years, who has always pulled away from hands on him because they feel too much like the vines. mike, who has watched his best friend fade from his focus for too long, and he’s fed up with being shoved to the sidelines when something happens to will like he’s not the one who was taking care of will before anyone else was. they’re out walking around when will stops in his tracks, his eyes rolling up into his head. everyone kicks into panic mode, moving around him, and joyce being pushed towards him, mike being shoved out of the circle. something in mike snaps. for almost their whole lives, he was the one taking care of will. he was there when will had nightmares, he was there when will got picked on, he was there when will needed a hug. and now he’s being treated like he doesn’t even matter in will’s life. he shoves through the circle, pushing past lucas and dusting and jon and hopper and even el and joyce until he’s standing in front of will, his body still quivering slightly. voices around him ripple in confusion, and in all honesty, mike has no idea what he’s doing until his lips are already on will’s. he feels as will goes completely slack, his body collapsing into mike’s arms.
“….mike?”
