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I'll Work On Believing It by spotlightonmringenue
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
23 Jan 2025
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It’s the end, the chills whisper, sweeping around his ears. So close now.
Will helplessly lifts his hand to his neck, wishing he could press the reflex out of existence. It feels like he’s seen a pencil rolling off a table, moving too fast to catch as it teeters on the precipice. He can only watch the weight tip over the edge, tumbling down, down, down—
(A post Season 4 continuation of the first crossover fic in this series!)
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- Part 2 of Belonging to Your Dreams
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Max’s letter to Will in Ch. 3
Max might be disappointed to know that even though he made it out, he’s trying to go right back in. She’ll have to yell at him about it once she’s awake—and maybe saving her will make a strong argument for forgiveness.
“A girl with a buzzed head and a dirty dress showed up. She held my hand and said you were still coming for me. That’s all I heard. That’s all I knew, and it was enough. I was able to hold on, even once the—the Demogorgon got me. You saved me," (…) "Knowing you didn't give up saved me. If Max feels that way now, I want to give her the same relief. I can’t just leave her there, thinking she’s alone.”
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I Didn't Know There Were Wizards in California by spotlightonmringenue
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King
10 Jul 2022
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Will ignores a timid reply from his classmate, his focus fully on this strange interloper that could be his best friend’s twin.
Evil twin, as Dustin would say, his voice low and incriminating. Ultraman type shit. Will considers relaying the situation on their upcoming weekly call to make the current situation less unsettling.
The guy is cautiously smiling back now – a reflection of Will’s unconscious expression at the thought of Dustin’s clarification – and it doesn’t falter, even once Will loses his amusement. Instead, the grin widens, almost too big for his face and definitely too big for Mike’s usual range of expression. His eyebrows rise above the rim of his lenses.
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The original mixtape is gathering dust in the garage and the song had left public radio rotation over the years. Will thought he was safe. He thought they’d run far enough.
Turns out that being dead only gives the song permission to haunt him.
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Great dream sequence/memory of the Losers in ch.2
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“I don’t think it was a bad dream,” Will says. There’s a careful attempt to make eye contact that ultimately fails, but Will forges on. “You were smiling the whole time, right until you woke up.”“I must be a masochist.”
“Awesome bacon, Ms. B,” Argyle says, giving her a double thumbs up.
Jonathan spends a moment deciding if his friend looks like Nancy, then sighs, successfully pouring himself a glass of orange juice instead. It'll work itself out.
“Will wants to stay the n-ow,” Richie yelps, foot crushed under Will’s shoe for the blunt delivery. He scoots down on the stairs, warily watching Will’s legs for movement. “I think what I meant to say is that I need to ask you if Will can stay the night.”
Maggie sighs (…) Will can’t claim to read the signs of her mood as well as Richie might, but she looks very ready to decline, right until her eyes catch on Will’s face and linger.
Will is used to seeing that expression. Even though the hint of pity stings, he lets Maggie look him over and make her judgement. If she’s going to feel bad for him either way, Will might as well get something out of it.
“You made him bike all the way here in this weather? I thought I raised you better than that, Richie.”
Richie’s voice goes flat. “I’m deeply ashamed.”
We’ll fix it, they tell him. Then you’ll feel safe again.
Will had brushed them off, always unsure why the thought of going back was so repulsive. It never had occurred to him that Castle Byers was torn down by instinct, rather than temporary insanity.
“They worry me,” she confesses. “Have you noticed Will’s eyes? Eddie always had the same look, like he’d just gotten some horrible news he couldn’t shake.”
“A word of caution, Will. Fear is simple. It can be fought from within, once it’s acknowledged. But doubt will prove far more dangerous. Doubt can only be relieved by others, and you have to let yourself believe them.”
“You had the fight before dinner?” Richie asks under his breath, pulling out a chair and dropping into it. “Every teenager knows you wait until you’ve eaten to cause problems. Otherwise, you have to pause your sulk to stake out the kitchen.”
“I miss hearing his smile.”
All at once, the image is complete. Richie sees him. The Sheriff. The father. The American.
“You'll hear it again soon, kid. Real soon,” Hopper says.
Richie mentally pats himself on the back. He feels like he can start to understand El now, seeing one of the people who shaped her. Hopper was a hero. He protected people while he was alive, and now that he’s not, El has decided that someone has to fill his shoes.
But no one’s really strong enough. No one can keep them safe.
“Being here in Derry, it’s like…standing in sunlight without feeling the warmth on your skin.”
“I'm sorry we aren't meeting your standards for monster hunting,” Richie drawls. “How long did it take you to beat the devil?”
“A week and change,” Will replies, matching the shitty attitude thrown his way.
It’s possible that Will’s third eye for trouble brought them here to show what happens when there isn’t a happy ending. Sometimes the best end is a draw. People drift apart. Not every kid gets to come home like Will Byers.
Will’s not sure he understands this kind of evil. With the Mind Flayer, they never knew exactly what He wanted, except to feed and conquer. He hunted in the dark and moved in shadows. He didn't wait for them to come back, He went to them. The Flayer hunted them down in their homes and ripped them out of their lives like they were merely ready for the harvest.
“There’s just been no time for me to prepare.”
The voice is simpering and apologetic. Richie imagines a clown in his mom’s dinner apron - the model host to unexpected guests - then smacks some sense into himself, letting the biting chill of the crowbar in his hands steel him against a laughing fit. This is no time to go insane.
He wants to tell Mike that he loves him, so he knows.
And I will, as soon as I’m out of here, he believes. I will.
Yes, his friend’s voice in his head drily responds. You, Will. I, Richie. Hearing it this time around, Will laughs so hard his stomach hurts, the stupid joke absolutely killing him.
Funnily enough, the joke starts killing It too.
Richie’s eyes dart around the room, moving before he knows where they’ll end up. The folding door of Eddie’s closet is cracked.
It's some kind of cosmic joke, but between Sonia Kaspbrak’s double-edged wrath and dull irony, Richie knows which sword to fall on.
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Mike Wheeler was a lot of things: stubborn to a fault and to his parents' dismay, clumsy as hell—curse his lanky body with its long limbs and bony, sharp edges—and socially awkward in ways that made "understatement" feel generous. Sometimes his brain was just so jumbled, his thoughts moving faster than his mouth could keep up, which led to him ranting and raving about whatever latest topic had piqued his interest, long past the point of anyone in the Party truly listening.
But he was also endlessly inquisitive. He always had been, ever since he was a child tugging on his mother's blouse with tiny hands sticky from maple syrup, asking questions about his parents' already crumbling marriage—questions he was far too young to understand at the time.
And he was fiercely loyal. He had sworn his oath to the Party long ago: to serve, to protect, to lead, to be The Heart, no matter what. Just as a good Paladin should.
But most of all? He was an idiot. A frankly oblivious, dense, dumb-as-a-box-of-rocks IDIOT. Because for all his book-smarts and nerdiness and his constant curiosity, his hunger for knowledge, he may as well have had the emotional self-insight of a stale, moldy piece of bread.
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20 Feb 2026
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spit swear by poorlittlegreenie
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), IT (Movies - Muschietti)
15 Feb 2026
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Will bites his lip and nods, looking down at his shoes again so Richie won't see how hard he's holding back a giddy smile.
Everybody in the party knows everything about him. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing to keep a secret from Mike for a little while.
It's kind of exciting. Sneaking in a boy Mike hates.
Will shakes his head, trying to clear Mike from it for the night. Only when he looks back up at Richie, Richie has this conspiratorial smile on his face, like maybe Will isn't the only one eager to piss off Mike Wheeler.
OR: the concept of Richie Tozier being Will Byers' dirty little secret and Mike Wheeler being so jealous he can't breathe. Byler endgame.
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“You know,” Richie says. “I have this friend who’s like an actual, legitimate germaphobe, like clinically, and we share wine all the time.”
“She probably just wants to swap spit with you,” Max says, taking the wine bottle from Richie and wiping the mouth of it off on the bottom of her shirt. “Men are so fucking clueless.”
“You suck,” Will says.
“You swallow,” Richie says.
Will scoffs. “That was so bad,” he says.
“That’s not what your mom said last night.”
Will rolls his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be making dad jokes at this point?”
“Jokes about your cop dad? Sure. Your cop dad was giving it to me crazy style last night.”
“You know my room is right next to yours, right?” Jonathan says.
Will blinks.
“Yes?”
“And did you ever, a single time, in five years hear anything from me and Nancy in the middle of the night?”
She’s dressed almost identically to Steve; different band shirt, but their jeans look like the same cut. Will wonders briefly if Steve is wearing women’s jeans or if Robin is wearing men’s.
“Uh, kind of,” Richie says, shrugging. “My mom made me do piano when I was a kid. And I have a guitar back home. How’d you know?”
“Oh, cause you’ve been keeping tempo on Will’s leg for the past few minutes.”
“He’s my cousin!” Mike says. “Is he even— I mean, does he even like boys?”
“That's none of your business!” Will says, incredulous. Not just at the question, but also the implication that Will would fall for someone that doesn't even like boys. He only needs to make that mistake once.
“If Mike is awful to you about Richie, even if he does not know all of it,” El says softly, “I will kill him with my mind.”
Will laughs softly.
“And I will also tell everyone that he is bad in bed and that he does not take constructive feedback. Before I kill him. So he knows.”
He can hear Ted Wheeler snoring in the TV room and wistfully remembers when he could snap bones with his mind. It might come in handy right about now. He wouldn’t mind finishing what that demogorgon started.
“Yes,” Mike says. “I told you not to touch my things.”
Richie’s eyes slide over to Will, just for a second, and one corner of his mouth tilts up into a crooked smile.
“Sorry, Wheeler, can’t help it,” Richie says.
“I got it,” he says casually, pulling his own wallet out. Will looks at him questioningly. “Don’t worry, you can pay me back later,” he says.
The girl hands them thin paper tickets and they thank her, walking into the first gallery room.
“You’re not paying for shit,” Mike murmurs.
He doesn’t have to figure out how to do this; Will can show him. They can show each other. They can unearth everything they’ve never known before about themselves and each other and being this way and they can share it the way they always used to share everything.
“These are filthy,” he says, taking Richie’s glasses off his face and breathing on them. His face goes all blurry and all Richie can do is wait for Eddie to bring the world back into focus. "How do you see anything without me?"
"I don't," Richie says.
It was good with Will, like, sweet and safe and slow.
It’s different with Eddie.
Because everything is a challenge with Eddie, and it has been since they were kids, and all Richie could do was try to keep up with him. And try to hide the fact that he was crying a little bit toward the end there.
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Will really wants to get over Mike before summer is over.
After Robin presents everyone with the idea of a lake house, both best friends are stuck having to share one trailer on the road, quickly realizing that the space is too small to contain their feelings and the summertime heat.
So, ultimately, maybe Will's plan won't come to fruition.Bookmarked by NoahsHark
19 Feb 2026