We think we know someone, but the truth is that we only know the version of them that they have chosen to show us. There will be no further explanation, there will be just reputation.
“Ask me,” Mike says, his voice low and quiet and vulnerable, “what I wished for. For my birthday.”
Will’s hazel eyes widen a little bit more, and he hesitates. Swallows the lump in his throat. Glances down at Mike’s lips again, then back up one more time to Mike’s eyes. “If I ask you,” he murmurs, “and you tell me… it might not come true.”
Right – that is how wishes work, after all. You aren’t supposed to tell anyone what you wish for, what your heart desires, what you put all of your hope and longing towards as you blow the candles out on your birthday cake. That’s a secret for you and you alone.
“But,” Will adds, his own voice raspy and low, “I think I might be able to guess.”
Or:
Mike and Will share a quiet moment together away from Mike's eighteenth birthday party.
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happy birthday, mike wheeler. i wish i could say i adore you as much as will byers does, but i’d be lying to myself
I wasn’t really planning on doing this today so I wasn't sure if I was gonna post this or keep it to myself, but it's Chazz's birthday today so y'all can have it! And besides, you know me with the on a whim art lately 😅