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It is a normal night in Hawkins, everyone is asleep except for Mike. Currently, he is working on the writing he had been doing in these 3 months about some stupid thing that he thought about in some random Tuesday at 3 AM. Somehow Mike managed to pull Will, his theory horribly failing, obviously, and eventually forgetting about El and her disappearance. Suddenly, William wakes up and says, “Michael, come to bed I’m cold..” with a groggy and low voice. Silence. No one comes. Will tries again. “Michael..” He says with a slightly different tone and slightly more louder. Silence again, except for the soft hum of the refrigerator downstairs. William stands up from bed, his legs feeling like jelly. He tries to move but it feels like ants are crawling up his body, making it almost impossible to move. Will tries to ignore it because he is determined to get out of bed and find his lover. He needs Mike’s warmth. He is cold. Scared. In need. He needs Michael. “I can do this..” William said to himself, trying to determine himself.
Will walks downstairs, but it is pitch dark without any source of light making it hard to see where he’s walking. Uh-oh, looks like William forgot a step and is currently on the cold wooden floor with a twisted ankle, vulnerable. Unexpectedly, he is back again with Vecna in the Upside Down. This can’t be, right? Everything stopped 18 months ago.. how can it happen again? This has to be a nightmare.. because there is no way it happened one more time.
“You’re back, William Byers. I missed your weakness and groans in your failed attempts of escaping my realm. It will not be the same though, you’re more older and mature. I can make you more.. small and even MORE vulnerable, if you want. Or make it worse than before..” Vecna said to Will with a disgustingly low voice with a pinch of.. lust? I know, disgusting thing to say to someone clearly more younger than you, if you can put it that way. “Do you want to stay her-“ Henry tried to ask Will, but got interrupted.
“NO! I DON’T WANT TO STAY YOU DISGUSTING PEDOPHILE! NO! LET ME GO! PLEASE..!” Will yelled, tried to ask for remorse and mercy. “I DON’T WANT TO CARRY YOUR CHILDREN AGAIN!” He was visibly sickened and nauseous, his skin pale like the snow. Where was Michael when he needed it? Where was he? Why did he abandon Will? “Calm down, kiddo. I’m doing it because I want you, for my entertainment and pleasure. You are your 12 year old back again, all small and cute.” Vecna “reassured” Will, trying to explain why he was doing all of it, the years of him tormenting Will’s dreams and life..
Michael.. Where are you..?
I love you.
For ever.
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mike’s POV now we’re getting into first person im too lazy but lowk changes point of views
I’m still writing downstairs, and almost finished. Though I hear some shuffling and soft groans coming from my bedroom, it has to be Will because there’s no one in there except from him. God, he is so cute while sleeping, he is so kissable and beautiful. Yeah, I like boys but I kinda still like girls, what am I? I miss El, and still love her. But I love Will, too. It’s kind of confusing, I’m figuring out and having a mini sexuality crisis.. Did I say it right? Holly calls me daily just to call me an unc.. what does it mean? I’m not sure. I really guess that my prediction I said 18 months ago was wrong, I am dating the boy I have loved without knowing since kindergarten.. I was scared of being hated if I said I liked boys, especially El, I was dating her and being in love with William. Also- *thud*.. what.. what was that? Everything was perfectly put in place when I left. I must leave everything to check if he is okay and not injured.. *runs*
Michael runs to his bedroom expecting to find William on his bed, but to his surprise he was laying on the floor, shaking in the cold floor and darkness. ¿Is he having nightmares? What a surprise, he hadn’t nightmares for so long.. Mike picks up Will from the floor. “Agh.. he’s so heavy.. I wonder why..” He thought to himself. Will was always light as a feather while sleeping. Why the sudden change tho? Mike let Will lay down in his bed, covering him and checking for any injuries of some sort considering he fell of the bed.. a small bruise in his arm caused by the impact of the weigh of his unexpected heavy body. He looks around his room to find anything that would help with the bruise. Mike spots the painting that Will gave him, supposedly asked by El. Did she really ask for it? He never asked her and deeply regrets it. Anyway, Mike gets under the covers with Will, holding him tightly to give him body warmth. Even though Will is not awake, he has to know that his boyfriend will be there when needed and necessary.
“It’s okay my love, I’m here. I love you.” Mike comforts Will, giving him kisses in his face, mostly his tender and soft lips. Will’s shaking subsides as the minutes pass, his distress vanishing. He is out of the nightmare and feels safe with Mike’s presence. “Mike.. is that.. you..?” Will asked, clearly unsure and slightly scared from the nightmare about his tormenting childhood. “Yeah, darling. It’s me.. Go back to sleep, you need it.” Mike answered with a soft, endearing tone, a small smile forming in his face. As the night continues on, Will finally falls asleep, but Mike’s awkward voice pops up. “Um.. Will.. I know you’re asleep but can you.. scratch my nose..? Please? I obviously can’t because I’m holding you..” he asks, embarrassed and afraid of asking too much. “What..? Um.. sure..” Will replies, caught off guard due to the sudden, but does what he was asked to do, of course, he didn’t want to be a bad boyfriend.
timeskip when will is sleeping and mike is writing downstairs im too lazy ehh
Michael is back at his streak of writing at 6 am! Right now he is downstairs in the kitchen table writing about the shitty story he has going on for 3 months straight. It’s kinda long, which is probably why he is taking 90 days on it. He decides to take a break and listen to the radio, he wants to see what Robin got going on. Mmh, looks like he is a little bit too early, considering Robin starts talking at 6:15. Mike decides to wait. Silence. The longest 15 minutes he ever experienced. He decides to take off his glasses and tries to think what to do or what to say to William why he was awake this early. The sudden familiar voice of Robin startled him and his daydreaming, let’s see what the legendary 80’s lesbian has to say.
“Hellooo! Rockin’ Robin is back again once more! You know, it’s kinda difficult to wake up at 6 in the morning just to go to work, right? And that my best friend that I met 18 months ago – not really, didn’t end up with his crush, his supposed Tammy. I guess I don’t talk with him that much, that’s why I don’t really know if he accomplished his goal. Okay, okay, now let’s start off the day with a song dedicated to an old friend. The song is called “Good Luck, Babe!” This one’s for you, Mike Wheeler!”
..
It’s fine, it’s cool.
You can say that we are nothing but you know the truth
And guess I’m the fool
With her hands out like an angel through the car sunroof
I don’t wanna call it off
But you don’t wanna call it love
You only wanna be the one that I call “baby”
Mike stiffened at the mention of the infamous song by Chappell Roan he absolutely DESPISED. His emotion was stoic and baffled, wanting to kill himself right there without thinking twice. He hated hearing this song. He hated it. It was a constant reminder of his past and dumb decisions, of his 16 year old lobotomized self. Fuck, why did he do that? He was so dumb.. Fuck this, fuck everything. He wanted to commit suicide. No.. he couldn’t.. Mike couldn’t leave his lover alone back again. So he decided to scream in the yard. Or worse..
When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night
With your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife.
And when you think about me all of those years ago
You’re standing face to face with “I told you so”
You know I hate to say, I told you so.
You know I hate to say, but I told you so.
Mike can’t take it anymore.. he decides to reach up to his secret drawer where he kept.. bad things.. Michael took out a gun he had been hiding since god know how long. He opened his mouth, brought his shaky hand that was holding the weapon to his open mouth. Mike shut his eyes tight as possible, his erratic breathing showing his strong feeling of “no way back”. He let his finger lay on the trigger, where if he pulled it, everything he had done would be gone and go down the drain.
You can kiss a hundred boys in bars
Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling
You can say it’s just the way you are
Make a new excuse, another stupid reason
Good luck, babe! Well, good luck, babe!
You have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.
“MICHAEL WHEELER, ¡¿WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME ALONE-“ Will tried to stop his lover from killing himself. Resulted it was too late, the loud bang sound echoed across the whole house.. Mike already committed suicide. His brain and blood splattered everywhere as he slumped in the chair he was sitting on. Another trauma to the list.
You have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.
you have to stop the world just to stop the feeling..
..
I guess he took it too seriously.