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magniloquent-raven · 2 years

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Just going to apologize in advance if this makes no sense, and for bombarding your inbox randomly. It’s 1 AM and I’m having trans Eddie thoughts that I need to get out and share to somebody 😭😭

Thinking about Eddie getting hurt in the Upside Down while the crew is battling Vecna. Not taking as much damage from the Interdimensional creature as Steve did from those demobats, but it’s still pretty bad.

Though he doesn’t realize exactly how bad until they’ve defeated Vecna and are all recouping at Steve’s house, deciding it would be the only place they could go without having to worry about parents or the literal town mob trying to hunt Eddie down.

Until he starts feeling dizzy, but still insisting he’s fine as he sits on Mrs. Harrington’s “priceless” couch, not even Steve giving a shit that he would have to scrub Upside Down goo out of it afterwards as they all stare at Eddie’s wound.

Three claw-like marks carved into his stomach, apparently deeper than he originally thought as the world as he knew it went fuzzy around the edges. But even in his delirious, exhausted state he fights, declaring that he doesn’t and won’t take his shirt off. That it’s really not that big of a deal.

It gets to the point where Dustin and Jonathan have to hold Eddie down, Steve being weak and in no shape to hold against his wild thrashes, while Robin wrestle’s the shirt right from his torso. Meanwhile Max and Lucas rummage through Steve’s kitchen cabinets trying to find some sort of bandage or an antiseptic, anything medical related, really. Nancy determining carefully who can spare an extra layer just in case.

And it takes a good five minutes for even Robin to shimmy the shirt off of a wild Eddie Munson, thrashing with all the might left in his body until he had nothing left to give.

It was a shirt victory, Robin throwing her hands up in success, but only for a moment until she realizes how the room was now the most silent it had been all night.

“What?” She’d ask with a dumb smile, looking at all of her counterparts confused faces before turning her head back to Eddie, a gut sinking realization turning the blood in her veins ice cold.

But what really broke her heart was Eddie’s expression, broken, face scrunched up as a single tear dropped from his left eye like he was waiting for someone to start yelling, or god forbid hitting.

And all Robin could think was: “What have I done?”

AH IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN FOR IT TO GET THAT LONG, I have major trans Eddie brain worms, you can ignore this if you want, no pressure or anything, I just needed to get this out 😭😭

NoooO, NO APOLOGIZING!!!

god i can imagine tho. he's like, half-conscious because it's been a hell of a day and every time his side twinged he told himself it was nothing, it's fine, he can just power through it. til the adrenaline wears off and he crashes, suddenly realizing just how much blood is soaking the inside of his jacket, and how much it fucking hurts, and it all hits him so fast he gets lightheaded.

and he's so out of it he doesn't really know what's happening when everyone rushes to his side. he can't think, he's just panicking, like a feral cat with a broken leg.

then the room just goes silent and it does nothing to make him less skittish.

meanwhile steve...doesn't really understand what's going on, but he can tell it's not good, robin looks fucking devastated and eddie...well.

so, steve's on damage control. someone's gotta do something and the silence is making him itch. for once the kids actually listen to him, too shocked and uncomfortable to put up a fight when he shoos them out of the room. he makes excuses about them needing to clean up the mess they made of his kitchen. they file out, exchanging awkward glances.

nancy's the second person to recover enough to open her mouth, and she immediately puts her foot in it. it's not malicious, but the "so, you're..." is pointed enough to make eddie flinch.

which is when jonathan cuts in with a soft "nance." and a meaningful look that she raises her eyebrows at, not quite getting it.

robin is much louder, a little too loud because she's trying so hard not to lose her shit, practically bellowing, "there's something over here that i wanna show you, let's go." as she takes ahold of nancy's elbow and pulls her out of the room.

then it's just jonathan and steve left, both of them shifting from foot to foot, unsure how to proceed.

and eddie can't stand the fucking tension. the sheer weight of the silence, and made infinitely worse by the barely discernible whispers from the next room. he's seconds away from covering his ears and humming like a child so he doesn't strain himself trying to make out what they're saying. he doesn't want to know, not really. if he didn't have his arms crossed over his chest he might've done it already.

it's the waiting that's killing him. the seconds stretched to breaking point, his lungs seized and burning, full of air he can't quite exhale without it trembling on his way out, catching in his throat and breaking into a sob.

when he finally cracks the nervous pitch of his voice makes something inside him shrivel and die. "so are you two regretting saving a freak from the town mob, or what. am i about to be the victim of a hate crime, because i'd like to know...now."

"jesus, no--"

"dude, what--"

they stumble over each other and stutter to a halt.

it takes another couple awkward starts for the conversation to peter out and everyone to remember that eddie is, in fact, bleeding out. they patch him up without another word, politely averting their eyes as much as they can and choosing not to comment on the way eddie trembles the whole time with barely contained anxiety, breathing with forced steadiness like he's fighting off a panic attack.

so for that first little while, it's up there with some of the worst moments of eddie's life. and considering the week he's had, that's saying a lot.

after the bandages are in place and steve excuses himself, eddie is seriously considering seeing if he can outrun jonathan in his condition. he's got half a plan to escape into the woods and go into hiding for the rest of his life when steve comes back with a grave expression and a red shirt clutched in his hand.

he tosses it at eddie. "for your modesty," he says lightly, one corner of his mouth lifted slightly. the smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"very funny, harrington."

"i thought so." a pause. "figured, uh. a button-up. helpful. y'know, so you don't need to lift your arms."

eddie squints at him. then the shirt in his lap. there's something itching in the back of his brain that he can't quite reach. it gets worse as he struggles into the first sleeve. "doesn't seem like your style, dude. you didn't--" a horrible thought occurs to him and he freezes with the shirt hanging off one shoulder-- "you didn't get this outta your mom's closet or something, did you?"

"what? no! no, it's..." his breath catches mid-sentence, like whatever words he's trying to push out have thorns. "someone i was seeing left it here, alright."

"...yeah, that's not better," eddie mutters. but as he lifts it up his other arm, the collar coming to settle around his neck, a waft of distinctly masculine cologne hits him square in the face. it's not whatever expensive shit steve wears, it's something else. vaguely familiar. conjuring images of a presence filling the halls of hawkins high, loud and attention grabbing, a laugh that never quite sounded right, a bottle of painkillers he sold at a discount because he had a gut feeling and...

oh. wait a fucking second.

eddie blinks. and stares at steve.

he shrugs, sheepish.

jonathan glances between the two of them, his brow furrowed.

it's an apology, eddie's sure of it. a peace offering. and the last thing he would've expected from steve harrington. wrapping his brain around him being semi-decent to some nerds was one thing, this is in a whole other league. he might have to take a week to himself just to process.

at least he's too confused to be worried now, jesus.

steve's quick to change the subject. quick to fill the spaces in their conversation with well-meaning chatter. it's obvious what he's doing, and eddie almost wants to be annoyed at how obvious it is, except it's fucking working. stupid charming bastard.

he can't fix everything, but he does pull eddie back from the edge of a complete breakdown.

there are still awkward questions, later. and nancy won't stop looking like she's about to spontaneously combust from the effort it takes to keep her nosiness at bay. and dustin claps him on the shoulder and tells him all about his aunt who used to be his uncle and reassures him nothing's changed. about six times. robin pulls him aside to apologize profusely. incessantly. he can't get a word in while she cries and explains that what happened to him is basically her worst nightmare and she's so fucking sorry. it's a little too much and a little bit not enough, but suddenly her and steve's friendship is starting to make a lot more sense.

and then there's max.

after everyone's gotten sleeping bags laid out on the floor and settle in for the night, eddie sneaks out back for a smoke and moment to just...be.

except max follows him, visibly nervous and unable to make eye contact.

he's so close to the end of his rope he nearly tells the kid to get lost, but in the end he's glad he didn't. the second max stutters out "so how do you, like, know if you're a guy..." his annoyance melts away. it's not the awkward fumbling of someone who's never asked themself that before. never realized there could be people like him. it's not accusatory. it's familiar. so familiar it cuts right to his core.

"i had questions like that, for starters."

eddie's always been terrified of being outed. he's going to cry about it later. he's going to have an anxious voice in the back of his head for months. it'll take longer to heal than his gut wound, despite steve and robin's attempts at solidarity, despite jonathan's quiet indifference, and dustin's clumsy acceptance. despite none of it turning out worst-case-scenario.

but this...the mentor thing. he can do this. he's shepherded nerds for years, and loved every second of it.

if he's right about this, it might make it all worth it.

#i wasnt ignoring ur ask i was just being slow 😅#and i also didn't mean to write this much ldfkgjlkdfjs #harringrove #trans eddie munson #a raven's writing desk

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astrangerthingsblog · 5 years

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Can it be angst or hurt comfort for the prompts? I kinda want mike to be saying the stuff about not being a kid to will, realizing that will didnt get to grow up like they did and then apologize

WILL

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Will studies every inch of his bedroom closely, as if he’s never going to see it again. Which isn’t true, exactly, because according to his mom, they will be living there until the end of summer. But since she broke the news to him last night, he can’t help but already miss the life he knows. His bedroom, the house, Hawkins – despite everything they’ve been through here.

Everything that makes his mom want to leave: his time missing in the Upside Down, him being possessed by the Shadowmonster, the trauma they both suffer because of it.

But also, everything that makes Will want to stay: all of his friends, D&D, Castle Byers. Even if all his suffering happened in Hawkins, all of his happiness is rooted here, too.

And now they’re moving away.

Will stands up and walks over to his desk, looking down on the drawings scattered across it. Lately, the subjects he has been drawing has been less happy things. Since he got taken into the Upside Down, most of his drawings have been pretty sinister. He picks up one of his older ones, tainted by childish skill, but brighter in a way he can’t draw now.

He feels a surge of anger for the life he has lost. He hasn’t felt like himself ever since everything started going down in ’83, and now, two years later, things are so different it’s like living a different life entirely. Before was about friends, play and adventure, now is about getting through each day one by one, and making sure his mom is there with him.

It hits him then, like a light switch being turned on; he’s only got one last summer. The past few years have been tainted by the aftermath of everything he’s been through. He has not appreciated being with his friends as much as he should have, and now it’s come to bite him in the ass.

The best way to spend this summer is to make sure he enjoys every last bit of it. He’ll put away his trauma, and temporarily put away the fact that he won’t be here anymore come fall. It can be the best last summer with his friends, if he puts his mind to it.

That night, after a long day by the lake, Will suggests something they haven’t made the time for in a long while:

“Guys, wouldn’t it be fun if we did a D&D campaign this week? For old time’s sake?”

“Hell yes!” Dustin exclaims. “It’s been so long since we last did. What do you say, Dungeon Master?”

Everyone turns towards Mike, who looks a little confused. His eyes meet Will’s, and he gives a small smile accompanied by a tiny shrug: “I mean, yeah, sure, that sounds fun,”

Which is how, four days later, they find themselves back in Mike’s basement around a table they haven’t sat around in a while, two new players among their midst.

Mike spends a long time explaining the game to El and Max, the first looking intrigued and fascinated by the premise, the latter looking as if she doesn’t really care too much but listening closely none the less.

When they finally get started, it’s fairly obvious that Mike hasn’t put a lot of work into the campaign planning. Will doesn’t really care, he was mostly just excited about playing again for the chance to hang out like old times, losing themselves in the game. Dustin, however, seems to be more unimpressed.

“Seriously? Mike, that was so predictable!” he exclaims.

“You’re just pissed cause you didn’t see it coming before I did,” Lucas taunts him.

“Am not. I’m just saying because it was almost identical to one of the campaigns we did last fall,” Dustin points out, leaning back in his chair and glowering at Mike. Mike rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t have much time to prepare it, I’m sorry it’s not living up to your high standards, Dustin,” he says sarcastically. They get back into the game for maybe 20 minutes before Max groans and puts her head on the table.

“This blows,” she proclaims. “It’s 90 degrees outside and we’re sitting in a sweaty basement doing this, rather than cooling off at the pool or lake?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of not feeling it either,” Lucas agrees with her, and Will feels an irk of annoyance. He says nothing, watching the situation.

“Seriously? Now you’re just pissed because you’re doing worse than me,”

“Actually, Dustin, I want to go swimming,” Lucas protests.

“El,” Mike says, turning towards El who’s looking a little confused at the turn of events. “You want to go swim or continue the game?”

El considers this for a moment, then apparently decides she wants to go where Max is going, and responds: “The lake sounds good,”

“Yeah, I agree. Let’s go to the lake,” Mike announces, and it just spills over for Will.

Standing up, he says loudly: “Seriously?! How many times this week have we gone swimming? Six times! And it’s only Thursday! I thought maybe, for once, we could do something else. Maybe it’s too much to ask that we do something we all used to enjoy. But all you ever have time for nowadays is going to the pool or the lake and chilling…”

Everyone looks at him and there’s a horrible moment of silence where Will has to process his outburst and replay his own words in his mind on full volume. Then, it all becomes much worse as Mike speaks up.

“We’re not kids anymore.” He states, and Will’s stomach sinks with the realisation that he wasn’t really aware of that fact until just now. “I mean, what did you think? That we’re just going to sit in my basement all day playing games for the rest of our lives?”

The air feels thick, almost too thick for Will to be able to breathe it properly. Dustin’s eyeing the wall awkwardly, Lucas is looking at his feet, Max is fading into the background and El is switching between looking at Will and Mike, seeming as if she can’t comprehend what is happening between them right now. Will can’t really comprehend it either.

Finally, he finds his voice again, swallowing with difficulty: “No,” Pause. “I guess I just hoped we all still had things in common,”

And with that, he leaves, with the others all too stunned to stop him.

MIKE

“Um,” Max says when Will has left. “Should we go after him?”

“He probably wants to be alone right now,” Lucas says. “We can try talking to him about it tomorrow, when he’s cooled off.”

“Yeah, okay,” she says, looking unsure.

Mike is unsure himself about what the hell just happened. One moment they were cool, the next Will was shouting at them, something Mike knows for a fact has never happened before. Will doesn’t really shout, it’s really not his thing.

“Mike,” El says, and Mike slowly manages to pull some of his attention to her, the rest still stuck on whatever just happened. “Why did you say that to him?”

“Huh?” Mike utters. “I… He was being ridiculous! Shouting at us like that as if we’re doing something wrong! We tried playing, and it was obvious none of us were enjoying it, neither was he.”

“Yes, but now he’s sad. You hurt him.” El says somberly.

Mike’s stomach twists hearing that. He shakes it off. “Let’s go to the lake. We’ll see him tomorrow.”

They do go to the lake but are all mostly quiet all the way there. It’s never a good thing fighting with a friend, but it’s like they all share this mutual feeling that arguing with Will is even worse. It’s not something that happens a lot, because Will is usually very easy going and always willing to let the others get their way. It tugs on Mike’s mind all afternoon.

They eventually start getting their mind off it, swimming and finding a beach volleyball. After a few hours, things seem mostly like usual, but the absence of Will is still obvious.

“Children!” a familiar voice cries, making the group all face the source. Steve Harrington strolls towards them with swimming trunks on, a thick layer of sunscreen on his chest and an oversized, pink inflatable donut under one arm and a towel in the other.

“Where’d you get that monstrosity?” Dustin asks, pointing to the swim ring. Steve ignores the question and instead joins their extremely amateur game of beach volleyball.

“Where’s Little Byers?” he asks eventually, and they all falter a little bit. “Something happen?”

“He’s behaving really weirdly. He got super mad at us for not wanting to play D&D and just ran off.” Lucas explains.

“Oh, well, he’s probably just upset cause he’s moving,” Steve shrugs, then serves the ball straight into Dustin’s face. “Jeez, Dustin! You okay? Pay attention!”

“He’s moving?!” Mike exclaims, his head spinning. “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah Jonathan said – wait… he hasn’t told you? Shit. I take it back! No one’s moving. Please don’t tell him I told you….”

Mike feels cold all over, never mind the 90-degree weather and sun baking his back. He looks hopelessly to his friends, hoping they have an answer to this, but they all look equally shocked and confused.

“I gotta - ” he stutters. “I gotta go.”

“Mike,” Lucas says. “Should we come too?”

Mike shakes his head, shoving his stuff into his backpack without care. “No, I need to apologize to him. If he wants, we’ll find you guys later, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Tell him we’re sorry, too, okay?” Dustin says.

Nodding absentmindedly, Mike gets on his bike and gets out of there before anyone can add anything to the conversation.

His mind is spinning. Will can’t be moving, he just can’t. They’ve been friends since the first day of kindergarten. Will is the one person Mike knows he can count on for absolutely anything. Mike had even noticed something was a little off with Will the past couple of days, but he’d written it off because Will sometimes gets into a mood which passes after a few days.

Since when had Mike stopped letting Will know he was there for him?

He knows first hand how hard these past years have been for Will. After the disappearance, things had been different. For a while they’d all tried pretending like they weren’t, but it’s impossible to come back from an alternate dimension and be the same. But at least, Mike had been there for Will. For an entire year he was always there for him, no matter how hard things got.

Then, El came back. And it hurts to admit, but Mike knows he hasn’t been there for Will as much after that.

A part of him probably thought that things were better now, because hey, El came back, and that was the root of all their problems, wasn’t it? He sees now how stupid he’s been. El might have come back but that doesn’t magically erase everything that happened, everything Will went through.

And now, Will is moving and Mike hasn’t even been a real friend to him for the past half-year.

He only realizes he’s been crying when he jumps off his bike outside Will’s house and throws it to the ground in his rush to get to the door. He knocks, almost frantically, and jumps when it’s thrown open by none other than an annoyed Chief Hopper.

“The hell, kid?” he grumbles, but his eyes soften as he takes in Mike’s undoubtedly wild appearance. He opens the door wide. “He’s in his room,”

Mike walks quickly through the house, but pauses outside Will’s door, unsure all of a sudden. He’d been too busy thinking about everything that’s happened and beating himself up about it, and forgot to think of what to say to Will. Hesitantly, he reaches up and knocks softly on the familiar door. He wouldn’t usually knock, but it feels strangely inappropriate to just come barging in after messing up so badly.

“Come in,” a muffled voice speaks from behind the door, and Mike lets himself in, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Will is lying on his stomach, hugging his pillow and facing the other way, not even looking up to see who it is.

“Uh, hey,” Mike says awkwardly, and that gets Will moving. He sits up and looks at Mike with genuine surprise, like it’s so crazy that he would come and talk to Will. Mike wants to slap himself. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah,” Will breathes, then makes space for Mike on the bed, shuffling up to sit against the headboard and looking at his hands as they fiddle with the pillow. Mike watches his hands, too, scared to speak. Finally, he looks up at Will’s face.

“Will, I’m sorry,” he says shakily. “I was an ass,”

Will looks up, his eyes a little shiny. “No, you weren’t,”

“Yeah, I was,” Mike insists. “What I said to you was really stupid. Just because we’re not kids doesn’t mean we can’t play D&D anymore. I should’ve tried harder planning the campaign,”

“It’s okay, Mike,” Will mumbles. “I don’t even know why I got so mad. It’s okay that we do different things now than before,”

“Yeah, but you have a right to be upset when we were being so stupid about it,”

Will looks thoughtful, then looks up and meets Mike’s eyes finally. “I think I only really got upset because it feels like I never really got to say goodbye to it, you know? Or… that doesn’t make sense,”

“Tell me what you mean,” Mike urges him, scooting a little closer.

“I mean… after I got back from the Upside Down, we still played some. And I wanted to enjoy it and lose myself in it like we used to, but it was so hard when everything was weighing on my mind. The last time I really enjoyed playing was the night I got taken,” Will explains, and Mike’s heart sinks. “I guess what I mean is that it feels like I never got closure on my childhood, stupid as it sounds,”

“It’s not stupid,” Mike whispers, his eyes stinging. “Will, I should have realized. I’ve been so stupid. And such a bad friend. Ever since El came back it’s like I just forgot, because I was so happy she was home again. But that’s not fair to you,”

Will sighs. “You shouldn’t feel like you have to take care of me,”

“I don’t,” Mike says determinedly. “Will, I’m supposed to be your best friend, but I haven’t really been that. I’ve been selfish. I’m sorry,”

Will smiles, a small quirked smile. “You already said that,” he meets Mike’s eyes again, and Mike can see Will’s eyes are glassy too. “I forgive you. If you forgive me for being an ass, too,”

“What?” Mike is confused. What could Will possibly be sorry for?

“That thing I said about us not having things in common anymore? It’s not true at all. I was just upset about… something, and I took it out on all of you. I do actually like spending time with you guys, it doesn’t matter what we do,”

Mike smiles, which in turn has Will smiling back. Then, Mike looks down and hesitates again before asking. “When were you gonna tell us you’re moving?”

Will’s face falls, and he frowns sadly, fumbling with the pillow again. “I don’t know. I think I just wanted to pretend it wasn’t happening and have one last summer of us just doing what we usually do,”

“Are you moving far?” Mike asks, voice raspy, afraid of what the answer may be.

“Somewhere in Maine, Mom said.”

“What?!” Mike erupts. “Will, that’s so far away,”

“I know,” Will says miserably.

Mike starts crying again, then, and Will looks up in surprise when he does. Mike apologizes and buries his face in his hands.

“You can’t move. I don’t know what I’ll do without you here. We need you.”

Suddenly, he feels skinny arms enveloping him, and it takes less than a second for him to return the hug with all his might. They cry together like that for a while, though Mike couldn’t tell you how long.

They make promises about staying friends, no matter what. They’ll call every day, because how could they possibly go from seeing each other every day to rarely talking? And they are gonna visit each other on as many occasions possible. And they say that, in a few years, when they’re done with high school, they’ll apply for the same college and go there together.

It won’t be the same, but God help him if Mike can’t keep Will Byers as his best friend. It’s just out of the question.

In the end, the Byers don’t move. While it could probably have brought some peace of mind, getting away from the places where their worst memories reside, how could they ever leave their extended family behind? Joyce couldn’t leave Hopper, and she would never take Will away from his friends or Mike.

This got really out of hand. I asked for prompts like 3 months ago and never got to them, I’m sorry! Hope you enjoyed though

#byeler #byeler fanfic #byeler fanfiction #byeler prompts #mike wheeler #will byers #will #mike #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #prompts #writing #Bea writes #st #st fanfiction #sorry for 3000 tags hoho just want people to read

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yeahiwasintheshit · 5 years

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so i finally watched the new season of stranger things, and i still stick by my original opinion that this series was only written to be a one season show. When s2 came it out it seemed clear to me, that with its big success they scrambled to push out s2, which is clearly weaker, repetitive and just kinda disappointing and stinky. the first season i loved! it was a great mystery, its was a coming of age period piece, it was horror, humor, suspense, it was all these great things that felt right and actually was written really well as a whole, and even more impressive, there was some pretty good acting by a cast of children. the whole 80s angle was great in s1 but it wasnt the huge ridiculousness it became in s3. like it was just too over the top and just stupid at point. the music. oh jeez every scene had an 80s song. it just felt a little desperate. like they did that in the first season too, but it wasnt this blatant and bottom of the barrel. idk. it was just played up too hard or something. 

the problem i think is that they only thought this was going to be a one season show because they did the one thing youre not supposed to do in a mystery, which is solve it at the end of s1. so they had to come up with something in s2 quick, cause kids grow fast and you need to capitalize on the cultural thing it became, and they basically did the same damn thing as s1. they also made the mistake of adding more and more people in the damn show. i tried finding a pic of the entire cast all in one pic and you just cant find one, CAUSE THERES JUST TOO MANY OF THEM!!!! which is a huge problem starting in s2 and in s3. stop adding more kids!! you had the core 4 kids who were really great together. there was good chemistry among them, and also with 11 too and the parents and sheriff thicc. adding all these new kids just left less for the original 4 kids to say and do. 11 will always be the main character and have the most to do. but what the hell did lucas do all season 3, or mike besides being a love interest for 11, or will besides grab the back of his neck… and it would seem to me that will would be as integral to the main plot as eleven is, since he was in the underground, and had all this shit happen to him, so hed have some kind of target on him or have some knowledge or idk something more to do, but no, theres just another shot of him and his spidey-sense not saying or doing much else.  like i said the problem is there too many damn people. get rid of nancy, jonathan, steve, max, erica, billy i could do without them all, or at least shrink their roles considerably. the nancy and jonathan adventures were just painful s2, and just boring and pointless this season, cause whatever they dug up, 11 would have gotten to it anyway. erica was just a pain in the ass little shit, who had a couple good one liners but was mostly just an uneccesary mean shit, and ok shes a math genius, thats good, at least they shaded her character a little more than just being a dee from whats happening clone. and it like dustin was also a math genius he could have done all that without her, and her role could have easily been smaller to give the main cast more to do. max is another not well written character but at least they gave her something more to do, i liked her friendship with 11 and her helping evolve and mature the most important character of the show.  and like i get it that the guy who plays steve is a popular actor and his character is popular, but the really stupid bond he and dustin have is almost cringe worthy. like why is this college aged adult hanging around these literal children. he might as well be a pair of loafers, they shoe horned him in so desperately.  ugh, i just wish whatever lmagic they created in s1 found its way into either of the next 2 seasons, but it didnt. it lost what was special about it, and that kinda sucks.

EDIT: i wrote this the other day intent on coming back and editing it, and i dont even feel like re-reading it lol

#yiwits reviews #stranger things #tl;dr

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themikewheelers · 7 years

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Okay but like "if you're out there just, please, give me a sign". GAAHHHH THIS PLEA IS SO PERSONAL!! IT'S NOT LIKE HE'S SAYING GIVE "US" A SIGN! IS HE SEARCHING FOR HER BY HIMSELF?? IS THIS PRESENT TIME OR A FLASHBACK?? HOW CAN SHE GIVE HIM A SIGN IF SHE ENDS UP BEING SO FAR AWAY?? *exhale* sorry for the upper caps. I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS haha

I HAVE A LOT OF EMOTIONS ABOUT IT TOO OH MY GOD LIKE YEAH ITS JUST SO PERSONAL THR WAY HE SAYS IT LIKE NOT JUST THE FACT THAT HE SAYS "ME" BUT JUST OVERALL ALL THE DESPERATION IN HIS VOICE YOU CAN TELL HOW DISTRAUGHT HE IS AND JUST HOW PERSONAL OF AN ISSUE THIS IS, HOW HE MISSES HER SO MUCH. IDK IF HES SEARCHING FOR HER BY HIMSELF BUT YOU CAN DEFINITELY TELL HES MAKING THIS VERY PERSONAL AND PROBABLY BECAUSE WE KNOW ALL YHE BOYS ARE TRYING NOT TO TALK ABOUT EHAT HAPPENED AND PRETEND IT DIDNT HAPPEN IN FEAR OF HURTING EACH OTHER, SO MIKE PROBABLY HASNT TALKED ABOUT ELEVEN WITH THE OTHER BOYS SO OF COURSE THIS IS GONNA FEEL SO PERSONAL TO HIM BECAUSE BOT ONLY HAS THIS BOY GOT IT BAD FOR HER AND MISSES HER SO MUVH, BUT HE PROBABLY THINKS HES THE ONLY ONE WHO MISSES HER TOO, BC THE BOYS ARENT TALKING ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS TOGETHER. TECHNICALLY WE FONT KNOW IF ITS PRESENT TIME OR FLASHBACK BUT IN MY MIND ITS EITHER GONNA GO ONE OF TWO WAYS: ITS EITHER A FLASHBACK AND HES GONNA SAY IT DURING THE SCENE WHERE HES GONNA LOOK SADLY OVER HER FORT, AND THAT SCENE TAKES PLACE ON THE SAME DAY AS WHEN THE BOYS MEET MAX (THE COSTUMES ARE THE SAME) SO HE PROBABLY MEETS HER AND SEES HOW DUSTIN AND LUCAS IMMEDIATELY LOVE HER ANF WANT HER TO JOIN THE GROUP AND MIKE IS PROBABLY FEELING A BIT CAUTIOUS, BUT DEEP DOWN HES MORE WORRIED ABOUT REPLACING EL SO YEAH I THINK MIKES FEELINGS TOWARDS MAX ARE BE HESITANT AT FIRST BYT HES GONNA GROW CLOSER TO HER (WHICH I ALSO LOVE BC WE KNOW LUCAS IS GONNA HAVE A CRUSH ON HER SO ITS KINDA LIKE MIKE AND LUCAS'S ROLES ARE REVERSED FROM SEASON ONE WITH ONE OF THEM FALLING FOR THE NEW GIRL AND THE OTHER BEING CAUTIOUS ABOUT LETTING THR NEW GIRL JOIN THE GROUP) SO ANYWAYS HES GETTIN DISTRAUGHT THAT DAY AND IS THINKING A LOT ABOUT EL AND AT THIS POINT HE STILL HAS HOPE SHES ALIVE SO HE SAYS THAT, BUT I MEAN EL IS ALREADY OUT OF THR UPSIDE DOEN AND SHES GOD-KNOWS-WHERE AND ITS PRETTY SAFE TO ASSUME SHE CANT HEAR HIM SO NOTHINGS GONNA HAPPEN THERE WONT BE A SIGN AND MIKES GONNA LOSE MORE HOPE. THE OTHER WAY I THINK THIS LINE COULD GO IS ITS PRESENT TIME /BUT/ BY THE BEGINNING OF SEASON TWO AT LEAST WE KNOW MIKE HAS COMPLETELY LOST HOPE AT THIS POINT AND JUST BELIEVES SHES DEAD, SO YEAH HES STILL GOING THROGH GRIEF BYT HES MUCH LESS DESPERATE NOW BC HE FIGURES SHES JUST DEAD. THEN SHIT STARTS ACTING UP IN HAWKINS AND SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY THE CHARACTERS START UNCOVERING SIGNS THAT SHE MAY BE ALIVE AND MIKE IS SHOCKED AT FIRST AND HES A LITTLE HESITANT TO BELIEVE THEM BC AS MUCH AS HE MISSES EL AND WANTS HER BACK, THESE SIGNS COULD VERY WELL BE WRING AND HE KNOWS HOW PAINFUL ALL THAT DESPERATION AND FALSE HOPE WERE BEFORE AND DOESNT WANT TO GO THROUGH THEM AGAIN, BUT AT THE SAME TIME THIS BOY IS FALLING SO HARD FOR ELEVEN AMD HE CSNT HELP HIMSELF SO HE STARTS TO CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY THAT SHES ALIVE AND HE SAYS THAT LINE. ALSO MY FAVORITE THING ABOUT THIS LINE IS JUST HIS EMPHASIS ON THE "PLEASE" LIKE HE PUTS SO MUCH EMPHASIS ON THAT ONE WORD AND IT REALLY SHOWS JUST HOW DESPERATE AND DISTRAUGHT HE REALLY IS OVER THIS AND HOW MUCH HE NEEDS HER TO GIVE HIM A SIGN AND HE NEEDS HOPE THAT SHES STILL AROUND AND WOW I WROTE A LOT ABOUT THIS OH MY GOD BUT I COULD YELL ABOUT THIS LINE FOR HOURS I HAVE WAY TOO MANY EMOTIONS ABOUT IT FOR MY OWN GOOD

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