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Random, mostly unconnected snippets of cut scenes from my longfic in this series.
Can be read as standalone A/B/O oneshots..
The other boy’s earlier comment sinks in, and Will can’t help but blurt out with somewhat garbled speech, “You’re a comic nerd?”
Jake winces exaggeratedly. “Nerd is such a strong word. I don’t like to use language like that.”
“Fantasy inclined?” he jokes with a light chuckle.
“Oh, now that sounds badass.” Jake leans his head back with a smile and removes his hand from Will’s face. “Okay, I’ll take fantasy inclined.”
“Good to know,” Will says with a hearty nod and wide grin.
He's looking up at Jake when he’s startled by a touch on his back. Light but there. He lets out a tiny gasp that he’s hoping is subtle enough to not be too noticeable. He smells him before anything else.
“Hey. You weren’t at your bike.” It’s murmured against his ear. Mike’s lips almost graze him, and suddenly, Will’s ears feel on fire. Humiliating, how a small gesture can make him come undone. It's, what feels like, a knuckle pushing into his shirt enough to touch him.
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- Part 2 of Heated Pull Universe
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03 Aug 2026
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Mike hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, his gaze fixed on the nest. It looked wrong, all empty and still. He remembered how Will would look, curled up inside, just the top of his head visible, his breathing slow and even.
"It's okay," Dustin said, clapping him on the shoulder. "He wouldn't mind. She needs somewhere safe."
Mike nodded, though he wasn't convinced. Will would mind. The nest was private, a sacred space. But what choice did they have?
Or: Will learns how to build nests in the places he feels safe. But when he comes back from the Upside Down, he finds they're not the same anymore.
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- Part 1 of It was always Mike
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02 Aug 2026
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Will could not help the question that burst from his lips, it had been ricocheting around his brain like a stray tennis ball and was simultaneously causing him the most excitement, distress and exhilaration he had felt in his entire life.
“Are you my husband?” he blurted. Mike blinked in surprise.
“What?”
Will lost his nerve slightly. He wondered if he had been horribly wrong about this, and maybe in this strange timeline he was just a friend staying over and maybe he’d made a mistake and the daughter wasn’t really his daughter and—
Will faltered. “Um, I — well, I just thought you were — I mean, you are my husband, right?”
Mike looked very alarmed. He was staring at Will as though he had grown a second head.
“Obviously…?” he said, “Are you feeling alright? Did your mom make you try her D-I-Y coffee again?”
When nineteen-year-old Will Byers wakes up to find himself in his forty-three-year-old body, he must—with no experience whatsoever—play the part of world-renowned freelance painter, father of two very troublesome teenagers, and most strangely of all: Mike Wheeler’s husband.
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24 Jul 2026
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“Will, do you think I am boy crazy?”
Will blinks at her question, “Why do you ask?”
“This magazine says I am,” she says, holding it up, “But I still have more questions to answer. What is ‘falls fast’?”
Will opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again, “Um.”
Joyce calls down the hall, “Are you two even doing your homework? I’m hearing a lot of chatter!”
“Yes, Mom!” they answer in perfect unison, grinning at each other all the while.
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Willel fluff while they lived in California because I'm REELING after S5 Vol1
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19 Jul 2026
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There was a buzzing sound, and a beep, before the same words sounded again:
“—all me back. I miss hearing your voice. I miss you.”
Another buzz, then again: “—still here… anyway, call me back. I miss hearing your voice. I miss you.”
Joyce realised with a terrible lurch to her heart that Will hadn’t called Mike. He wasn’t finally speaking to him again—it was a cassette tape. A cassette tape of Mike’s voice, a recording from what must’ve been the end of a missed phone call, and he was replaying Mike’s last sentence over and over. I miss hearing your voice. I miss you.
When Joyce first saw Mike at five years old—a sweet, caring little thing, jumping to Will’s aid without a second thought—she’d never thought it would end up like this.
Or; Byler from Joyce’s perspective
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