Fics like Salt, Sugar and Suppressed Desires

“I look like a nautical disaster, Max. I look like I’m about to go down with the Titanic.” “Correct. But a nautical disaster that earns $3.35 an hour.” Mike Wheeler’s summer goals were simple: survive the humiliating polyester sailor suit of Scoops Ahoy and save enough money to buy a new D&D manual. He didn't account for the heatwave, the sudden influx of girls flirting with his "indie-rock" hair, or the fact that Will Byers was working twenty feet away at Surfer Boy Pizza in a yellow visor that made Mike’s brain stop functioning. Between trying to write his phone number on melting ice cream cups and surviving Max’s blunt commentary on Will's "athletic" development, Mike is losing his mind. But when the mall lights go out and the grease-and-sugar tension finally boils over on a flour-dusted prep table, Mike realizes that being a "Little Sailor" might not be so bad—as long as he has a Pizza Prince to come home to. Or: The one where Mike pines, Will glares, and Max Mayfield deserves a raise for dealing with both of them.

Fics like Salt, Sugar and Suppressed Desires

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