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The sky rumbled threateningly as Mike ran out the front door, the screen door slamming shut behind him. The air was heavy with the promise of rain and lightning streaked across the sky, cutting through the dark, heavy hanging clouds. Summer thunderstorms weren't uncommon, but since Hawkins had been split open four months ago everything had a more menacing air than before.

He moves to the garage, grabbing his bike and booking it towards the Creel House on the other side of Hawkins. He doesn't know why he picks that gate, he just knows that's the one Will would go to. He can still hear Joyce's voice on the other end of the line, shaky and worried, as she'd asked if Will was there. He'd been there earlier and they'd talked but something had felt off. Wrong.

Mike couldn't put his finger on it at the time, but now his mind was catching up all too quickly. Will had come by to say goodbye. He feels his chest tighten at the thought and he pumps his legs even faster, taking a turn so narrowly that he nearly gets sideswiped by a car. He's downtown now, only a few minutes away from the Creel House, but it feels like he's moving in slow motion. Has Will already gone through alone? What exactly was his plan? Why hadn't Mike seen that last visit for what it was?

He tops the hill and the house, cracked down the middle and looking even more foreboding than it did before comes into view. Will's standing across the street at the playground staring up at it and Mike's heart leaps into his throat.

There's a deep rumble from the sky above and suddenly Mike feels one, then another and another drop of rain hit his head. "Will!" he yells, racing across the playground on his bike before practically jumping off of it and tossing it aside to run the rest of the way. He skids to a stop beside him, his heart beating so fast he thinks it might explode. A flash of lightening flares and the rain starts coming down even harder as Mike tries to catch his breath. He reaches for Will's arm as much to keep him from crossing the street towards the gate, as to keep himself upright. "Don't do this."

Date: 2024-03-30 09:44 pm (UTC)
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It’s been weeks and it has been constant. Someone in the back of Wills mind begging him to help, infiltrating his dreams, telling him that it has something to tell him. He feels like he’s losing his mind, he can’t shut it out and it won’t listen to him telling it to go away and he’s terrified whatever it is will take him over. It’s better this way, better if he goes into the upside down and faces it, even if it kills him death is better than being possessed again.

He did the rounds this morning, told his mom, Jonathan and El that he loves them. When questioned he told them he had a bad dream and he thinks they bought it. He hopes they bought it. Mike had seemed off too when Will visited, but he’s been off recently anyway, after his break up and Will coming out Will has felt a chasm growing between them and with the constant voices in his head it’s only gotten worse. It’s a shame really, that Will never got the chance to confess how he feels but there’s a letter in his room that details it that they’ll probably find if he never makes it back.

He’s stood across from the house staring up at it. Maybe it’s karma, if he dies in the spot his friend was broken apart in, all their stupid issues distracted El when she should have been saving Max. All the stupid issues that are partially his fault, if he’d just kept out of El and Mikes business Max might have been saved.

He hears Mike running up but he doesn’t turn around, eyes still trained on the foreboding building. He didn’t think any of them would figure him out, he’s been distracted and distant for weeks, it’s nothing new. He certainly didn’t expect anyone to find him, he should have picked a better gate, the trailer park maybe.

“What are you doing?” Will asks, tone flat. He doesn’t want a fight and he knows it’s going to be one, he doesn’t have the energy left to lie about it.

Date: 2024-04-21 10:45 pm (UTC)
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“Mike…” Will would love it if this weren’t happening. He knows he sounds resigned, he doesn’t know how to feel anything but that, it takes the edge off the anger at least. “You don’t understand.”

They will be better off without him anyway. No chance of Vecna spying back, no more worry and distraction about whether he’s okay or not. They can fight and he can find out what on earth is going on in his head and if it kills him so be it, he’s felt like he’s been walking around with a huge target on his back ever since everything started. At least if he follows the voice he might get answers.

“He’s in my head all the time, I can’t get away and it never shuts up,” Will shivers as the downpour soaks into his clothing. “What if he spies back? What if he uses me to hurt someone?”

Date: 2024-04-26 07:18 am (UTC)
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“I feel like I’m just waiting to get possessed again, and everyone knows it, and they’re waiting too,” Will scrubs his face with his sleeve, thankful it’s raining hard enough to mask the crying. “I’m a liability and I shouldn’t be involved in any of it.”

He can see the constant intrusion on his mind for exactly what it is this time; an attempt at wearing him down until he isn’t strong enough to resist another hostile takeover. “I’m not strong enough for this, I can’t do it again.”

Of course it makes perfect sense to keep resisting and not step through a gate, it does it’s just… Will frowns, not sure what his endgame even was other than ‘get answers’. He shuts his eyes for a long moment, squeezes them and tries to reorient. The constant headache he’s had for weeks pounds behind his eyes.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” He finally whispers as fear makes his blood run cold. “What if we can’t stop him? Or fix it? What if I’m just like this forever?”

Date: 2024-09-15 11:15 pm (UTC)
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I can’t lose you transports Will back to a pizza kitchen, sterile surfaces, buzzing strip lights, holding Els cold, wet hand as Mike tried to give her the strength to fight on. It opens the lid on something festering, something he shoved into a box and put a lid on along with all the insults from his father. I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods. Will has tried not to let it hurt, to pretend that he doesn’t mind that the best day of Mikes life was the worst of his.

Will steps back, flashes Mike a hurt look but tries to school his face into something more neutral as soon as he realises he’s done it. He doesn’t pull his hand away even though he wants to. His sweater is starting to feel heavy with rain.

Will blinks down at where Mike is holding his hand as if to tether him to the real world instead of the war raging inside him between staying or going, the choice to put everyone he loves in danger or just himself. They could run away. Mike would rather walk into the upside down with him than let him go alone. He tries to imagine Mike saying any of that to Dustin or Lucas even Max, but he can’t. He opens his mouth and shuts it again abruptly to stop himself from saying I’m not your girlfriend, Mike. He tries to stop shifting his weight from foot to foot, to keep his eyebrows from knitting together.

Wills heart is in his mouth and for the first time in weeks it isn’t because One and the Mindflayer are getting to him. He tilts his head and studies Mikes face as if he’ll find answers without having to ask the questions. He finds nothing.

Maybe the voice in his mind telling him you’re being delusional is right, he’s seeing things that aren’t there.

Mike is just trying to motivate you, you’re reading into it like an idiot. If you think back to every time Mike has spoken to you like this it’s been because you’re in danger, then as soon as you aren’t you’re disposable all over again.

He will always be disposable when he doesn’t need Mike to be his knight in shining armour, he has been every other time.

“Mike,” Wills voice cracks, the back of his neck prickles “I don’t need you to ride in on your white horse and save me, I don’t think I can be saved.” Doesn’t it feel better telling him the truth? “I don’t think you ever should have. I think I died that day, but your life started right? You should just let me go.”
Edited Date: 2024-09-15 11:17 pm (UTC)

Date: 2024-10-02 11:36 pm (UTC)
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Mike looks hurt, wounded even, and Wills chest tightens as he realises he’s just said what’s been going on in his head for weeks and it’s just as worrying as he knew it would be.

You’re better off alone. Better off dead. If you’d just died like you were supposed to none of them would have been dragged into this.

He doesn’t have time to think about it as the lightening strikes worryingly close and Mike drags him in as if he can protect him and they won’t just both fry. Will would deserve it, or at least that’s what people seem to think, God striking him down would be a fitting punishment for his sins. He sniffs and tastes metal in the back of his throat. He doesn’t even have his Walkman, he left without it. He’s put himself and Mike in danger and he can’t even figure out why he was so convinced that this whole thing was necessary.

You’re putting an end to it. You want answers and I’ll give them to you if you come to me. Tell him he can’t stop you.

The whirlwind of thoughts loses some momentum as Mike speaks.

He lied. He lied. You shouldn’t be glad. You are a bad person for being relieved that he lied to her. She deserves better. But he is relieved. Maybe he is a bad person. His mom, Mike, Jonathan, they’ve all told him to stop apologising, that he doesn’t deserve the bad things he thinks he does and there’s always been a part of him that thinks they wouldn’t say any of it if they knew the truth but maybe… Mikes words bring a sort of clarity that cuts through the mess.

There’s definitely blood in his mouth.

“He’s in my head,” Will manages as the horror slowly dawns on him. Nightmares, nosebleeds, terrible thoughts, seeing things that aren’t there. All the things the party talked about happening to everyone Vecna was messing with. All the times he’s been unable to shake off the worst, most negative things he thinks about himself. “He’s been there the whole time.” That’s almost a relief too, he’s not broken, he’s being fucked with.

“I don’t want to die. I don’t want to give up.” Will doesn’t need music, he doesn’t need to hide in the happy memories, because the more Mike speaks the clearer it all gets. “And I’m not letting him drag you down with me.”

All the times Will has dared to hope and had it torn down, sabotaged by his own fears. The Mindflayer, Vecna, which ever one of them is responsible, need him to feel worthless and hopeless and he’s sick of letting them make him enough to be brave. “So you’d die without me and you lied to El and I lied to you, I don’t know if she feels like I said she did,” this is not how he ever pictured this going, “but I do and I’m not letting him curse me without being honest first.”

Lightning flashes again, Will can almost feel it buzzing across his skin. “So I’m sorry, or you’re welcome, or just uh… Fuck it.” He grabs Mikes wet shirt collar and yanks him into an inelegant, very wet kiss.

Date: 2024-10-03 01:42 am (UTC)
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Will didn’t give himself time to second guess or chicken out but he still breathes a sigh of relief when Mike pulls at him instead of pushing him away, when the bone deep fear that Mike wouldn’t be okay with being the boy who made Will realise he’s gay even if he was supportive about him being gay starts to dissipate. What he gets instead is Mikes arm around his waist, which is good because his knees feel a bit weak.

Will is definitely crying a little bit when they break apart but the rain conceals it, there’s a bit of blood on Mikes top lip that he would wipe away if he were willing to move his hands from where they’re resting on Mikes chest. There’s so much he wants to say, that he loves Mike, that he’s sorry for lying, that he’s sorry it took him so long to be brave, that he should have told him the feelings he talked about in the van were his and he should have just owned up to them sooner. He doesn’t get to though because Mike is kissing him again and it’s better than the first one, probably because he’s letting Mike lead instead of blindly attempting to follow his instincts even if it meant it was a little awkward.

They’re both soaked to the skin and Will can still feel the electricity from the storm crackling around them, or maybe it’s just him, it feels like every nerve is sparking. He isn’t even scared they could get caught, nobody is going to be out around the worst, most damaged part of town in this weather anyway.

When they finally part again Will is shivering a little. But this is important, more important than risking a cold. “Just so you know, I need you, and I think you just broke the curse and I’ll always need you and if I do have to go to hell I’m taking you with me,” it comes out rushed, jumbled, but he needs to say it, needs Mike to know. “And I love you. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

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