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Will forced himself to stop thinking. The Upside Down was closed for good. Eleven had close the gate last year and saved them all. His mother, Jonathan and Nancy had taken the Mind Flayer out of him. There was nothing more connecting him to that place. He was clean. Purged. And those stupid chills he got from time to time in the back of his neck were just his brain messing up with him. It was him not being able to move on from what happened in the past. It was him not being able to grow the fuck up already.
Dustin clapped his hands, the sound echoing in the calm night, making Will snapped out of his thoughts. “We can become heroes, Will. Honest to God American heroes. Like freaking Red dawn or something.”
Season 3 rewrite in which Will listens to the Russian transmission with Dustin. Inspired by American Heroes by catchip2
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- Part 1 of Our way to the Rightside Up
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“So?” Mike pulled a strand of his neck, making Will look up in the mirror to meet his dark eyes. “Tell me what you see, omega.”
Mike was a tall and imposing presence at his back, and Will melted on the inside at the sweet contrast they made—the white dress shirt stretched at Mike’s lean muscles exquisitely (the sight of his alpha being fully dressed while he was wearing nothing but little pieces of fabric was something that he didn’t want to forget), and his broad shoulders made Will seemed more little and softer than he was.
“Me,” he finally answered. “I see me.”
“And what else?” Mike pressed a kiss to his temple, the first of many to come—he began trailing a road of kisses up to his lips, stopping at the corner of Will’s mouth, just below his mole. “How do you see yourself, love?”
Will’s eyes roamed from his feet with bloated ankles, to his pregnant belly surrounded by stretch marks, up to his tilted, red face.
“Perfect. I look perfect,” he said, honesty dripping from his voice like honey.—Will feels insecure about his pregnant body, so Mike fucks him facing a mirror.
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Dustin had disappeared as soon as whatever he drank gave him the courage to go after Stacey, Lucas had left a couple of minutes ago to refill their cups, and Max and Will were tearing up the improvised dance floor. Mike’s eyes were fixed on his best friend.
He was dancing with Max, hands around her waist, body pressed against dozens of other drunken teens. His face was covered in both sweat and some make-up product that the red-haired had putted on him, with the tiniest bit of purple eyeshadow in the corner of his eyes. His head was slightly tilted backwards, exposing the long curve of his neck and the moles on it.
He was loose and seemed to not care about anything or anyone in the room—about what other people may think or say about him. He looked happy. And to Mike Wheeler, Will had never looked so beautiful.Or after that last dnd game and eating Karen's lasagna, the party goes to Stacey's party.
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