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chirpsythismorning · 2 years

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Something we should definitely not overlook, because it feels relevant to birthdaygate, is the individual character posters for season 4.

There's actually even an interview with the Duffer Brothers, where they were asked about this theory:

Though, I should clarify, this interviewer got a few details wrong, as it appears Max was actually looking away from the camera, not directly at it. Not only that, but she also wasn’t the only one to do so. She was one out of four total...

Looking directly at the camera: El, Hopper, Murray, Will, Argyle, Steve, Dustin, Robin, (not shown above: Karen, Lucas, Erica, Nancy, Eddie)

Looking away from the camera, to their left: Joyce, Mike, Jonathon, Max

We could deduce that this visual choice was foreshadowing Max getting cursed by Vecna in season 4, and Matt did sort of elude to this in his response to the question, seeing as it was focused only on her. But what could this possibly mean for the other three then?

Initially, it didn’t seem like we got anything substantial enough in s4 that could have possibly paralleled Joyce, Mike and Jonathon to Max's situation, or even being cursed by Vecna like she did for that matter. Well, except—

I do find it interesting that the same episode we see Max slowly discover she has been cursed, in an episode literally titled 'Vecna's Curse', it's March 22nd, Will's birthday, and in real time we are seeing the three people who would definitely never forget Will's birthday, presumably forget.

Because undeniably, the first thing that crosses my mind when it comes to what could possibly connect these three characters with each other, is Will. He's what connects them all. But even more specifically, THIS scene below is what connects them all, a scene which, might I remind you, has a major emphasis on the word 'remember':

Joyce: Do you know what March 22nd is? It’s your birthday. YOUR birthday. When you turned 8, I gave you that huge box of crayons, do you remember that?

Jonathon: Do you remember the day dad left?

Mike: Do you remember the first day that we met?

Vecna:

Not only do I think this means that Vecna most likely took away these three's memory of Will’s birthday, I also think it means he took away this specific memory and all the memories mentioned within it.

If it's all coming full circle and everything leads back to Will, it would make sense that Vecna 'took notes' during this whole incident in 2x08. These memories and these specific people in Will's life played a role in thwarting Vecna's plans last time, so obviously, he's not going to give them the chance to do that again.

This also brings up some interesting questions:

Were those weird POV shots of the Cali gang, that looked oddly stalker-ish, meant to represent Vecna keeping a close eye on them, to make sure his plan was still in motion?

How long will this manipulation (curse) Vecna has on these three last? And to what extent? Will it all just come to a head right away in early season 5, at a moment when they're trying to save Will, but they inevitably fail because all of the relevant things that saved him last time, are now missing from their memories?

And last, but definitely not least, is it possible Mike wouldn’t have gone through with professing his love to El, the way that he did, even going as far as to say his life started the day he found her in the woods (the day Will went missing), if he had remembered already doing the exact same thing with Will…? If he had remembered the best thing he'd ever done was ask Will to be his friend? Because if this theory is correct y’all... MIKE DOESN'T REMEMBER!!!???

Well, that's all (for now)

Please be sure to check out this post if you haven't already, but even more importantly, scroll down to the bottom of that post, because there I have linked all the most incriminating evidence thus far.

And trust me, once you read all of it, it's pretty much undeniable.

I also hope this gives some validation to those of you out there who denied vehemently that Joyce, Mike or Jonathon could EVER possibly forget Will's birthday. Because you were right. Technically, they didn't. Technically it required an inter-dimensional monster for this to be possible at all. So props to ya'll and your faith in these characters! YOU WERE RIGHT!

#stranger things #will byers #stranger things meta #stranger things theory #birthdaygate #stranger things 5 #st5 headcanon #also hate to be the bitch to bring this up...#but you know how we always joked about how jonathon would be the only one to save will bc he knows his favorite song...#well.. in that scene in the shed back in s2... jonathon mentions that memory...#which means he doesn't remember #WHICH MEANS WILL IS FUCKED BASICALLY #yeah it might be good to go back and see everything they mentioned #because it's basically a free for all in terms of vecna swiping those memories right out of their brains #will byers im praying for you #that whole thing about s5 going back to s1 vibes has me scared...#but also there's a lot of foreshadowing that mike is in danger.?#so im not totally convinced he doesn't somehow mess up vecna's plan yet again...#maybe that's how him and will both end up stuck in the upside down together...#yes I will turn this around so it benefits me #what about it?

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wayward-sherlock · 1 year

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just thinking about how will COULD have turned to drugs like jonathan (or something worse) to deal with the fact that mike was so distant from him but he instead chose to paint mike a picture that reminded him of a childhood that he wasn’t even sure mike wanted anymore and will byers chose to hope and. i just think that says a lot about his character

#he’s just a baby boy #he deserves the world #@ astrobei this is your fault you got me in my will feels #also listening to this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams and it COULD have been will but it wasn’t #bc he’s so pure he was just hoping and praying that mike would want to be his friend again and nothing more #no matter how terribly mike had treated him before will knew that it wasn’t the mike he’d come to love #so he’d painted him a picture of the four of them as their dnd characters to try to remind mike of where they started #im gonna cry again #byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #��💙#🫧🪴

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little-nobody · 2 years

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still stuck on why these guys had to hold the phone at the same time

like bro, just hand him the damn phone...

or are you guys GAY or some shit?

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #will byers #byler #mike wheeler i know what you are #will and mike #st4 #sobbing and crying #that is so gay wtf #stop being so fucking cute i'm trying to cope over my loss #im delusional #literally a delusional byler fan #hoplessly on my knees begging and praying #crying in the bathroom #mike wheeler x will byers #mike wheeler is gay #just kiss already god damn #hating but loving the what is hopefully genius slowburn #i am absolutely delusional and self aware

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wheatnoodle · 1 year

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so my ex and i used to constantly be falling asleep around each other. nobody else tho. we had shit sleep schedules and i had some pretty bad paranoia so i couldn’t even sleep when i was tired. but then we’d be like sitting on her couch or doing whatever and we’d just get so fuckin tired no matter what, yawning and bobble-heading around. y’know, the whole thing like you sleep around people you trust?

im trying to think it’s cute without thinking of her, so that but with steddie xoxo

eddie hosting hellfire at his trailer one night and steve’s there to be the kids’ ride. he doesn’t really feel like watching so eddie brings him to his room and finds something to occupy him with. while he’s in there, eddie takes off the shirt he’s currently wearing and switches it for the hellfire one before he’s taking off for the living area again.

hour and a bit later, they take a break and eddie goes to check on him and there’s steve in the worn motley crue shirt he discarded and sleepin oh so soundly in his mountain of pillows and blankets. UGH literally the cutest

they have family movie night at the hopper-byers house every thursday night. most of the time, eddie gets dragged away by the kids and steve is busy being robin’s personal space heater (which she will fall asleep draped over, drooling on his shoulder ten minutes in). but some nights, eddie gets to stretch out, lay his head on steve’s thigh (thats so close to his dick holy shit holy shit ok ok he’s your friend don’t think about his dick don’t think about his dick dontdoitdontdoitdontdoit-)

and one of steve’s hands will card through his hair, brush it away from his face, scratch at his scalp. eddie melts, dude. like, embarrassingly fast. the title card could still be going and eddie’s already become a deadweight on the couch.

“seriously?! it just started!” dustin will say when he tries to get eddie’s attention and sees he’s passed tf out. steve shushes him, holds a protective hand over eddie’s ear and lets him sleep.

steve will only fall asleep during a movie if it’s just them watching it. and they sit next to each other on the couch, like a couple of bros. besties, even. you know what eddie does? he pulls the whole “stretch my back, arm around the back of the couch” trick. and steve doesn’t even pick up on it as something to make fun of! he should! he knows every trick in the book, hell, he wrote the damn book!

if anything, steve just relaxes more. he doesn’t even take his eyes off the screen, just settles back into the couch, doesn’t wait a second before he leans his head on eddie’s shoulder. eddie rests his cheek on the top of steve’s head and hopes and prays he can’t hear his heart racing.

MAYBE ITS WINTER TOO??? MAYBE STEVEN IS SHIVERING???? and eddie grabs one of the many throw blankets the harrington’s own, holds it in front of them.

“cold?”

“mm”

and eddie’ll drape it over both of them. and now that opens the door for cuddling. a door that steve marches through, because he’ll take whatever human contact he can get, okay? he curls into eddie’s side, turns a bit to face him more so he can lift his legs and put them over eddie’s thigh, his feet dangling between his friend’s spread legs.

eddie will let his arm come off the headrest and instead wrap it around steve’s back. he’s pulling him closer, his other hand resting on steve’s thigh. both hands are stroking wherever they’re touching so tenderly, steve cant help but bury his nose deeper in eddie’s neck. he’ll breathe him in, so familiar and cozy, and something in the back of his mind tells him that if a demogorgon broke down the door right this second, eddie would protect him. and isn’t that a thought?

so he lets himself sleep. and he lets himself feel safe. because eddie will protect him

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #steddie #idk what this is #is this embarrassing? i think it just might be #cricket shares too much #comfort #not even gonna proofread #just gonna post

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luv4byers · 1 year

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with you - (w.b.)

gif is not mine!

author's note: this is my first fic, I hope it's not too bad. this takes place right after mike and will's little fight.

paring: (s3) will byers x male reader (i'm praying this timeline is okay)

warnings: nothing really, i hope fluff won't harm you.

word count: 528 im sorry its so short

Y/n means your name :)

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"it's not my fault you don't like girls!"

that short sentence struck me harder than anything else could.

i just wanted to spend time with my friends. i just wanted to play dnd with them. but all my friends were kinda busy. busy with their girlfriends. all the time. even if they weren't with their girlfriends, they seemed like they didn't really want to do anything with me. as if my likings appeared childish to them.

take this, for example.

mike wheeler was one of my close friends. but ever since he got a girlfriend (which i have nothing against, she's a nice person), he stopped spending time with me.

but never my best friend y/n never did that to me.

y/n never turned down the offer to play dnd, and he always came to see me. y/n always saved me a seat whenever we went to the movies. when i was with him, i never felt left out. he made me feel loved and wanted.

so instead of going back to my own house, i found myself at his doorstep.

i knocked on the door.

"will, what are you doing without a coat, or an umbrella? you're soaked!" he exclaimed and grabbed my arm to take me inside.

"i wanted to see you" i told him.

"is it that bad that you forgot to wear a coat? was it bad enough that you couldn't wait until the rain stopped? what happened?" he asked me.

"mike, we got into a fight.." i repsonded

"you can tell me after you change your clothes, you're gonna get sick" gosh, he sounded like a mom. "change into what? i didn't bring extra clothes." i asked.

"you can change into my clothes, its all good." i thanked him, and went to his bedroom to get a pair of sweatpants and one of his t shirts.

i went back downstairs and sat next to y/n on the couch.

"i'm listening, you can tell me what happened"

"so basically, i kinda told mike that he was always with eleven more than he was with me. then he just said something"

"what did he say?"

"..."

"i won't judge you, will. you know that."

"i- he said it wasn't his fault that i didn't like girls.."

"oh.."

i was scared. the blood was rushing to my cheeks, and my heart was beating fast. did he know?

"so you like boys?"

"yeah.. i do.. i'm sorry y/n." tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes, i was getting ready for a harsh response.

but instead he said"sorry for what, will? there's nothing to be sorry for. because i'm not sorry"

i looked at him. was it true? or was he just playing with me? he pulled me into a hug, and whispered so faintly, that i almost couldn't hear it.

"i love you will."

"i love you too, y/n"

we both were crying. crying with joy, and crying just with the thoughts of what could have happened if other people found out.

"you make me feel safe. i always know i'm safe when i'm with you." i whispered to him.

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and that folks, is the end of my first written fic.

tbh i always had this in my head and i just couldnt get it out until i wrote it. anyways love y'all !

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sade-alicious · 2 years

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summer reading list except byler edition (all AO3) - im still reading new fics btw so there’ll be updates on this post (updated 10/22)

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a dream always the same

Mike learns more about himself in four months than he has in fourteen years and comes to realise that he's fallen in love with his best friend.

A four part historically accurate coming of age story set between July and October 1985.

this one is my number one, its set between the battle of starcourt and when the byers move away, its from mikes pov and not short of amazingly written, it includes all of the canon events in the show towards the end of the s3 finale but manages to tie them in really well, absolutely read this

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over a bridge of time

Hawkins isn't the same without Will. So Mike goes to visit him in Chicago.

Set during Thanksgiving in November 1985.

this is a sequel to adats, same thing goes for this work, but be warned, this is the second (but not last) completed work in a series, so its gonna end on a cliffhanger/unresolved problems like the first fic

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the red envelope

Will writes a letter to Mike, confessing everything. Unknowingly and stupidly, he lets Mike take the envelope home, forgetting just the amount of secrets inside. At the end of the letter he tells Mike to meet him at Castle Byers Saturday at two, to tell him yes or no. Because of course Will had to ask for Mike to be his boyfriend at the end of the letter. So now Will has two choices, somehow get the letter back, or wait at Castle Byers praying for a miracle?

this one is good, it has an interesting concept and was “will they or wont they?” for me. u can read the sequel, but i really dont like because 1. smut (ew, but dont worry only the sequel has it) 2. it follows a will byers has powers trope, and i dont care for it

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touch like velvet

It was easy for Will Byers to fall in love with Mike Wheeler.

The trouble came when he had to pretend it wasn't real.

this one is an au of will and mike not meeting until they’re 17, there is no upside down and el isnt a lab experiment but instead a normal person. will still has the rest of the party, but its sort of split in two. will, lucas, and dustin are all bsfs, and el and max are gfs who are coworkers/friends with mike. this one i truly recommend so so much. its a lengthy slowburn, but it is unfinished and updates slow

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im tearing you asunder

The world ends, and then some. Mike and Will find each other again, amidst the debris and distance.

someone made AMAZING fanart based off of this which ill link here. but anyways this ones really nice, mike isnt an asshole and actually treats will like a friend. its a lead off of the s4 finale and ive been obsessed with those fanfics rn. (if you have any recs please comment them🙏)

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kiss it better

Mike and Will, through the years and in between the lines of friendship and something more.

i LOVE young mike and will and this one has plenty. it has byler scenarios over the course of their friendship from 5 to 18 which shows their relationship evolving the years. its a great concept in it of itself. but yeah, please read this one

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let me lead

this one just has a snippet of the fic so ill try to explain. basically this is a lead off of s4, so pretty much everyone thinks this is their last night alive, and to which mike says “screw it” and invites will over and confronts him about some things

so for my opinion, they wrote it in a scenario like, if i dont say what i think/feel now…when will i? which is great because it helps move things along quickly, so its not exactly a slowburn but they write everything in just under 6k words from el breaking up with mike, to an angsty fight, to byler confessing in a way that doesnt feel rushed

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pictures of you

Will is the last one left at Mike's house after a day playing DnD.

Mike brings out an old box, full of memories of their past.

ugh this one is short but its so good. it does a lot in under 3k words and is a great byler first kiss scenario

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a game of truths

Mike and Will play a game of truths.

this one is amazing, like the rest of the fanfics ive listed. its one of the more byler centric ones. most of it is just mike and will talking and having their moments. its really cute (esp with young mike and will) and does byler justice without writing two long paragraphs of them just making out.

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8/14/22

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where is my mind?

On November 6th, 1985, Will Byers crashed his bicycle while riding home from the Wheeler household, damaging his head and waking up two days later with no recollection of who he was.

Plagued with the absence of his memories and a dark haired boy who refuses to tell Will his name, all Will Byers has to do is remember. That's the hard part.

this is by the same author that wrote “touch like velvet” and they’re a GENIUS. this one like the other fic, its an au aside from the upside down where will just suffers from memory loss instead of getting kidnapped and everything, but its really cute because its like no matter what will and mike still love each other

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static re-connection

A miles-apart, oblivious mutual pining, emotional summer vacation disaster-fest starring Mike, Will, and one incredibly unreliable radio connection.

miscommunication trope at its FINEST. once the angst started it hurt, the confession is great and we get plenty of mike and nancy sibling moments👍

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i never find out ‘til i’m head over heels

Wherein Mike believes he’s being obvious, Will doesn’t know what he believes, and the pair of them could use a lesson or two in effective communication. Somehow all of this has both nothing and everything to do with five years' worth of school dances.

this ones great but also kind of funny because will’s being the oblivious one instead of mike. its light angst btw so u dont have to worry abt your heart being ripped out of your chest.

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10/13/22

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head over heels

On their way to Hawkins, the group decides to stay at a motel for the night.

Mike and Will get a moment alone to talk.

i was praying for more byler scenes in volume 2 whether be at a gas station, motel, or literally anywhere else so this fanfic gave us what we deserved, but yea its really cute def recommend !!

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undertow

Will has never had his first kiss. Mike is happy to lend a hand

as you can tell its gonna be a mike teaching will how to kiss and those are always cute even tho ive only read two successful versions of this scenario. also madwheeler🫶🫶 its really fluffy and cute at the end so this was also a good 3am read

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force of gravity

Will loved ordinary things, an uneventful existence was something he craved. Sadly, when Mike Wheeler walks into his life, Will’s easy going path snaps right in half. A passion he could never imagine overtaking his whole being.

It was too bad their friend groups hated each other and his sister had a huge crush on the musician. Off limits.

Fantastic.

you already KNOW i had to include this one, its too good not too. and you probably already heard of this if not read it bc its like the most popular fanfic among the byler ship/fandom (it might as well be a fandom at this point) right now. but yea the amount of times when i thought they were gonna have a normal conversation but then start argueing is INSANE. hella angst. fluff if you look past the bucket loads of angst and just GO READ IT IF YOU HAVENT

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10/22/22

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to hell and back again

After Mike unwittingly stumbles into a series of interpersonal bombshells, he immediately sets out to find Will so he can find out what, exactly, that painting meant, and why Will lied about it. Unfortunately, Mike is obsessively obstinate and relentless to a fault, and he'll go to the literal ends of the earth to get the answers he needs.

Or: Mike and Will's Apocalypse Romcom Spectacular

this one is actually super underrated and i havent seen many people talking abt it, and the author has been updating the fic recently too. but ANYWAYS im on chapter 11 rn and its really giving apocalypse byler, what we’ve ALL been praying for for season 5🙏 but other than that its really good so far but OML MIKE NEEDS TO GET HIS PRIORITIES STRAIGHT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THINGS GOOD HE IS SO DOWN BAD ITS LAUGHABLE

#byler fic #byler fic rec #byler

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ao3feed-byler2 · 11 months

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Well, I Got Down On My Knees (and I pretend to pray)

by elhaspowers

In conclusion, the Universe and Michael Wheeler hate Will’s guts. Period.

“... right, Will?” he heard Mike ask him

“Um, what? I’m sorry. I kind of zoned out…” apologized Will hastily

“Will, if you feel anything tell us right away, alright? You are the other one, apart from El. Plus, we know you are Henry’s next target.” Nancy sternly told him. She looked like a true leader with her frizzy-haired pulled-back and camouflage outfit, she looked a lot like Mike.

Will hummed in agreement and Nancy gave him a small smile which confused him.

“I was saying that we should sleep together. In my room, like old times” Mike grinned slightly

Words: 2561, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Vickie (Stranger Things), Steve Harrington, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Suzie Bingham, Dustin Henderson, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Karen Wheeler

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley/Vickie, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Suzie Bingham/Dustin Henderson, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper

Additional Tags: Gay Will Byers, Will Byers Loves Mike Wheeler, Step-Siblings Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers Needs a Hug, Will Byers Has Powers, Sad Will Byers, Will Byers-centric, Will Byers Has Issues, Will Byers Deserves Love, Will Byers Can't Catch a Break, POV Alternating, POV Will Byers, POV Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield & Mike Wheeler Friendship, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler in Love, Mike Wheeler Has Issues, Past Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler Has a Sexuality Crisis, Mike Wheeler Has a Crush on Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Has Internalized Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Post-Canon, Blind Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Disabled Maxine "Max" Mayfield, ok, guys im gonna try to make this as canon compliant as possible but i make no promises alright?, don't say i didn't warn ya, slow burning slow burn, like super slow burn, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/yLV06hr

#byler #michael wheeler #will byers

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jonathangoodbyers · 2 years

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these are my thoughts on the bullshit

eddies death made me cry for the first time in nearly two years and i am a master of repressing my emotions so great cool

eddie is a goddamn moron for dying like that and im mad at him

im going to construct intricate fantasies in my head so he stops being dead there at least

lame and gay that they only had dustin and wayne munson actually visibly mourning him, as if he wasn't also friends with mike.

WILL BYERS: come get a hug baby. him telling mike about his own feelings but pretending that it was eleven who felt those things -> made me very upset. will has been crying a lot and he doesn't deserve it at all. will is so deeply and tragically in love with mike it breaks my heart

steve??? his ending here is basically that he confesses to nancy and then nothing? LAME.

its good that steve acknowledges his own growth and it being spurred by nancy but that doesn't mean that they were like ,, destined to be together. why couldn't he just be like hey thanks for making me see that i was an asshole and ive changed for the better, lets be friends?

jonathan is still lying to nancy about the college thing??? after AAALLL of that??? also lame

what happened to dmitri and yuri. did they just drop off joyce, hopper and murray and then flew back to russia together? are they hanging out? are they going back to their families? who knows not me

season 4 is the season of Max Suffering

and she doesn't deserve iiittt

it did think that she was gonna die for a minute there but im sure she'll make a comeback next season somehow.

i do have a sneaking feeling she might be permanently blind

maybe its because i never got over billy but i think it's a shame that max wasn't really able to work through her trauma abt it with vecna after all. obv she did get some closure in "dear billy" but the last thing she said regarding him was 'yea sometimes i prayed he would die in a car crash and also im suicidal now' like?? she was saying that to bait henry into getting her but i feel like it might've been nice if later on she had tried to resist by saying she did miss billy in some way. like ooh henry you were wrong actually about me being glad that billy is dead bc thats not entirely true !! i mean i think she has very conflicting feelings about him. like yea she did hate him but she also loved him in a way and that can coexist.

i need to stop talking about billy sorry

couldn't anyone give poor dustin some crutches? that boy is limping.

jason dying unceremoniously by just burning up from the earth opening? good. he deserves it a little bit kind of. like yea he didnt understand what was going on but god that boy was annoying.

brenner dead? also good. hes been nothing but a menacing creep since the beginning of the show and im glad he's gone. love that eleven didnt give him the satisfaction of saying that she understood why he did what he did. just love that for her.

where the fuck did that sword come from that hopper used to kill the demogorgon??

robin and vickie 🥰🥰🥰

i knew Vickie's boyfriend wasn't gonna last after that one scene that he was in.

lucas :(((

watching him hold max while she was dying was so painful. so. she better get back thats all im saying

henry?? annoying ass bitch.

i feel like his character is about rejection, being unloved and only seeing the worst in people because of it. which is whyyy it would make sense if his ending was about accepting that people can be good and bad, guilty and innocent. that having done bad things doesn't ruin you as a person, bc thats what he keeps trying to show his victims, that they ARE bad people for their guilt and trauma. a satisfying resolution would be about convincing him to see the good in people. but his ending will probably be more along the lines of big explosion fireball eleven screaming.

eleven and max's friendship >>>>>

el better get her bestie back.

okay those are all my thots so far

#stranger things spoilers #st4 #eddie munson #max mayfield #eleven #stranger things #steve harrington

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bylerboyfriends · 4 years

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ok, a prompt: "pineapple on pizza? i'm sorry, i can't be seen with you anymore" for whoever you want!

Ding Dong!

“Oh! That’s probably the pizza guy! Be right back, babe.” Mike pecked Will’s cheek before rushing up the stairs.

Will was left on the couch with a smiling face and a rumbling tummy. He could smell the warm pie of carbs and sodium all the way in the basement. Which only made his smile deepen and hunger more intense.

Seconds later, Mike was coming back down the stairs with the box in his hands. Excitement and a dash of mischief was sprinkled all over his face. He sat the box on the small coffee table in front of the couch and lifted the lid.

Will immediately regretted letting Mike “surprise him” with the toppings.

Chunks of dark yellow fruit and ham were scattered across the bed of cheese and crust. Will Byers definitely loved himself some pizza, but fruit should never be near a pizza.

“Pineapple on pizza? I’m sorry, I can’t be seen with you anymore.”

Will picks up his jacket and stands, moving as if trying to get to the stairs.

“Will! Wait,” Mike gently grabs the arm of his boyfriend. “You said I could surprise you!”

“Yea, and I expected the the most shocking topping you’d pick would be mushrooms! I could just pick those off!”

Mike laughs at the exaggerated way Will was speaking. “Why can’t you just do the same with the pineapple?”

“Are you kidding me? It’s an acidic fruit! The juices have already seeped into the cheese and sauce and ruined the taste of the entire pizza!”

“I think you’re being a bit dramatic. Have you ever even tried it before?”

“No! I refuse!”

“Come on, Will. Just taste it! Pleeeeaaase,” Mike quickly put on his pleading face. Puppy dog eyes and praying hands aimed at his weak boyfriend. This tactic never seems to fail Mike when it comes to Will.

It seemed like Will might not be giving in so easily this time, though. He crossed his arms and turned his head but made no move to leave. This brought a smirk to Mike’s face, he could work with this easily.

He stepped closer to the smaller boy. Carefully, he grasped Will’s chin and turned his head to face his own. Mike spoke in a low voice, “Please, Will? You might like it...!”

Will scanned the hopeful look on his boyfriend’s face, furrowed his brow, then proceeded to roll his eyes. “Fine!”

He then proceeds to stomp back over to the couch, slamming his body down in his previous spot. He made sure to make a show of it so Mike knows he is not happy about being tricked into eating this disgrace of a pizza. And yes it is tricking when Mike uses that adorable pleading face. He knows it always works, making it unfair. Therefore, a trick.

That’s Will’s logic, anyway.

Mike excitedly plucks a piece of pizza from the grease stained cardboard. Setting it on a napkin and handing it to Will, who looks at it with a disgusted face.

“Come on, Will! It really isn’t bad!”

“My gut feeling says otherwise...”

Will gives one last disdained look to his boyfriend before finally taking a bite. He chews cautiously and curses himself when he realizes that he enjoys it.

Mike takes note of the fact that Will didn’t spit the bite out, he didn’t look disgusted by it either. “You like it!” Mike gasps.

“No I don’t! Im tolerating it. For you.”

“Yeah right! You were about to LEAVE me without second thought.”

“I wasn’t going to leave YOU.... just your house.”

“Well no matter what or who you were leaving, you were leaving nonetheless. And now all of a sudden your tolerating it for me? That’s doubtful.”

Will gives him a good long stare before he finally admits in a whisper, “Fine, it’s not so bad. But don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to be associated with the Pineapple on Pizza Fan Club.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“Don’t lie to me! I know there’s a secret society of you weirdos!”

Mike squints his eyes and grins evilly. “You’re right. We meet every Sunday. And I’m supposed to be bringing a new sacrifice this weekend...” He looks his boyfriend up and down. The last thing he sees before attacking the smaller boy’s neck with kisses is his wide eyes and frightened face.

Will burst into a fit of giggles. “Don’t joke like that! I wouldn’t doubt it when it comes to you freaks!”

Mike feigns offended. “You can’t even say that! You’re one of us now!”

“Micheal Wheeler I’m serious, if you tell anyone I will have your head on a platter.”

Mike blushes at the use of his full name and deadpan expression. He gulps and complies. “Yes sir.”

Will smiles and pats the dark hair of his boyfriend. “Good.”

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Thanks for the prompt, darling! This was so fun to write. :)

#byler #byeler #will byers #mike wheeler #st #my writing!

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marcos-scorpion · 4 years

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hello? (steve harrington x reader) part three of three

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. im so sos sosososo sorry ive been gone. sixth form has been kicking my ass. but im back. i have a few requests to write and some other stuff i want to write too!! so, pls enjoy part three of hello?

requested- technically I always planned on writing it, but people have requested it

warnings- anGST, tears, asshole s1!steve, swearing, smoking, fluffy af ending

word count- 1,649

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Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, both listening to each other's heavy breathing. Tears were building in your eyes and little did you know, they were building behind Steve’s too.

Deciding you couldn’t sit in silence anymore; your voice shook as you whispered down the phone. “S-Steve, are you there?” Once again, silence followed. You heard his crackly sigh, before he tried to speak. “I-I, yo-…" he sighed again, “Y/N, please. I need you in my life. I love you, baby, so fucking much. And it's killing me knowing I made you cry.”

Your sobs caught in your throat at his confession, running to the window and almost ripping the curtains down in your haste to see the boy. And there he was sat, tears streaming down his face, matching yours. His hair was awful, and you let out a laugh at thought of him messing up his hair. You smiled at him, just slightly, and gently waved, which he reciprocated with a massive grin. Your smile growing slightly, you whispered down the phone once again. “Steve... do you wanna try climb through my window?” Without waiting for his reply, you hung up, smirking at him slightly. You didn’t bother closing your curtains, but ran rapidly away from the window, mirroring Steve’s actions across the street as you rushed to make yourself look presentable. When you heard a gentle tap against your window, minutes later, your heart leapt to your throat. Letting the boy into your room, the pair of you stood awkwardly in front of each other, Steve’s hands twitching at his sides.

As a final tear tracks its way down your face, what feels like hours after he climbed through your window, he finally moved, simply wiping the tear of your face, hand lingering on your cheekbone. You reached up to wipe his tears away, hesitating, and then leaning up on tiptoes to kiss the streaks instead. He tenses under your touch, eyes fluttering shut, strong hands finding your hips as he drags you closer. You gently loop your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. “I’m sorry Y/N, I truly truly am. But I don’t think I can live without you anymore, you’ve forced your way into my life, and I can’t let you go.” You could sense he was going to keep talking, but you quickly shushed him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, he whispered, “But, what about Byers?” You could see the hurt and worry in his eyes, but he had nothing to worry about. Absolutely nothing. Because you had been his since that first phone call.

Gently you pulled him towards your bed, god, everything you did was so gentle, and it was bound to drive him fucking insane, once you began to lay back on your bed, Steve froze again, and you tugged him with you, smiling gently as he fell on top of you, his hair falling onto your neck. “I’m yours, Steve, and I have been since that first ever phone call. Please don’t ever doubt that.” You met his eyes and smiled into the kiss as he leant down to meet you.

As the kiss got more heated, and his head moved to your neck, hot open-mouthed kisses pressed to the skin, he pushed the sides of your baggy shirt up, looking down at your stomach as skin was revealed. He froze suddenly, and you tensed too, wondering what you’d done wrong, this was your first time doing anything more than kiss a boy after all. “Who’s fucking t-shirt is this?” he murmured. You looked down at your outfit, aghast to realise the top you’d paired with your sleep shorts was in fact an old band shirt of Jonathan’s. Shit. “I-it’s Jonathan’s.” You whispered, praying he wouldn’t hear. But he did. Steve all but growled as he tugged the shirt over your head, throwing it to the other side of the room, his own black shirt following quickly after. He paused, marveling at your body, before beginning to suck bruises over your collarbones and the skin peeking out of the top of your bra. “Maybe,” Steve panted, smirking up at you as he ran a hand over his work, “Byers will know you’re mine now. Not his. Mine.” Pulling Steve by his hair back up to your face, you pulled him into a deep kiss. You were in bliss, hands tangled in his soft hair, his fingers digging into your hips, probably leaving more bruises in his wake. But as his hands brushed the waistband of your shorts, you pulled back, sharply. As Steve began to apologise, you shook your head. “It’s not your fault. I’ve just.. I’ve just never...” you buried your head against his shoulder, embarrassed. He cooed gently at your cuteness. “Don’t worry baby, I can wait.” You nodded, “Me too. But I definitely want it to be you.” You replied. Honestly, all he could think about was how he would have all of you when the day finally came, how you would be his, fully. He was also honoured you chose him, that you trusted him like that, after everything he’d said to you.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, before laying on his back and pulling you onto his chest. “Goodnight Princess. Sleep well.” You melted at the pet name, snuggling closer to his chest as he rubbed gentle circles into your hip.

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When you woke, the absence of an arm around your waist made you worry the whole evening was a dream. Climbing out of bed, you found a note laying on top of the shirt Steve had been wearing last night.

Mornin’ princess,

Sorry I had to go, didn’t want to meet your parents like that. Do me a favour, wear the t-shirt I left for you? I know Byers will be taking you to school, so I’ll meet you at my locker.

See you soon,

S xx

Grinning at his note, you pinned it to the corkboard in your room, and quickly dressed for school, knowing your best friend would be here soon. Smiling slightly at the bruises on your hips as you pulled on your jeans, tugging Steve’s t-shirt over your head. When you looked in the mirror to do your hair and makeup, you realised why he wanted you to wear his shirt, and it wasn’t just because you were wearing Jonathan’s shirt last night. It was because it showed of the multitude of bruises littering your neck and chest. Fucking hell. You didn’t want to ignore his message and not wear his shirt, but there was no way you could go to school like this. You’d never hear the end of it. Quickly tugging a grey sweater over your head, you sprinted down the stairs into Jonathan’s car.

Jonathan kept peering over at you, wondering why you were smiling lightly to yourself, running your fingertips over your collarbone lightly. He was expecting you to still be upset over Harrington, but you seemed fine. More than fine, you were so happy, eyes shining.

“Y/N...” he spoke, tone quiet and questioning, “What happened last night?” She turned and smiled at him, “Oh, nothing interesting, I just learned a few things.” Jonathan gave you a questioning look, but all you did was smile serenely in return. “You know Jonathan, I always thought I was the architect of my own disaster, but I believe I could be the architect of his disaster too. And he could be mine. And yet, we still take the chance.”

Jonathan’s eyes widened, shocked at your words as it clicked in his brain. “Y/n...” he said again, this time riddled with disappointment, “He’s not good for you. You’re right, it will be a disaster, and I don’t want to see you hurt, because I know I will have to pick up the pieces.”

Anger flared in your eyes as Jonathan pulled up to school, and you turned to face him. “You know what Jonathan; I really like him. And he proved last night he really liked me too. So, yes he may not seem to be good for me, you may see him as fist fights and hairspray and teen angst, but he can be soft, and gentle and honest. And he cares about me, in a way no one has before. I don’t know what the future holds, and what disaster may become us, but I do know that right now, we have a shot together, and I really want to see where it goes.” Before he gets a chance to reply, I jump out of his car, saying one last thing before I slam the door. “And I’m not as delicate as you think.”

You meet Steve on the steps of the school, who immediately protests the jumper you’re wearing. He tugs it over your head before you can protest, just as your best friend walks up the stairs. He turns to say something to you, but stops when he sees the marks littering your neck and chest, and the angry glare Steve fixes him with, arm wrapped tightly around you. Jonathan opens and closes his mouth a few times, before smiling slightly at you both and walking away.

You begin to bicker with Steve as you walk together through the school, drawing eyes and whispers at his arm around you. When you reach the busiest part of the corridors, Steve tugs your arm, and pulls you into a bruising kiss before you even get to protest. Despite the situation and the stares you’re inevitably receiving, you melt into the kiss as his arms snake around your waist.

When he pulls away, he grins brightly as you hide your face behind your hair, chuckling as he pulls you through the crowds of people.

At least everyone knew you were his now.

#steve #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve H #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x female #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #st #stranger things #Stranger Things S1 #Stranger Things Season 1 #stranger things season one #stranger things season two #part three of three #x reader #angst #fluff

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crewhonk · 6 years

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Henderson To The Rescue

Summary: In which Y/N Henderson saves a drunk Billy Hargrove from certain death.

Words: 2,263

AN: I dont know if im a fan of this yet, but i hope you guys like my return from hiatus! I’m planning a few things right now and i have a week off from school so its lit.

Pairing: Billy X Henderson!reader (slow burn, third person)

The first time Y/N Henderson met Billy Hargrove, it was on a cold April night. The cold air whipped through the front door when she opened it, and the hair on her legs stood on end in response. The wind blew her thick brown hair over her shoulders and suddenly the thick University of Toronto sweater she wore was no competition from the biting wind.

“Um, hello. Can I help you?” She smiled, showing as many white teeth as she could— her mother and her brother had always told her that her smile was a winning quality. And as far as she knew, this boy was something she wanted to win.

At her smile, he brought out his own smile, showing off sharp canine teeth and a tongue that swiped across his bottom lip. “I’m here for my baby sister. Maxine Mayfield? Goes by Max.”

Immediately, her smile dropped from her face and her posture grew rigid and straight-backed. Dustin had told her things about this man and she knew he was a time-bomb ready to go off. “Billy Hargrove,” she said. She watched his smile drop from his face and a look of frustration flashed in his eyes. “I’ve been told a lot about you. You can wait out here, I’ll go get Max.”

She turned and slammed the door in his face.

Later that summer, Y/N felt as if she should have stayed in Toronto. At least in Toronto, there were good sports, and cityscapes to explore forever and expensive coffee to drink. In Toronto, there was more to life than farming, and police stations and liquor.

There was also more than fighting God Damned Demogorgons.

“Steven! Get back to the car! They’re gone for now, but we don’t know when they’ll be back, and we are all out of ammo.” She screamed, running parallel to him in the forest. The rifle was gripped so tightly in her fist she felt as if the barrel of the gun would crumple under the pressure.

“What did I say about calling me Steven, Y/N?” He yelled back, his bat bouncing off his back. He jumped over a log and pressed himself against the tree, the side of the pistol barrel to his nose and breathing heavily. She was pressed against the tree adjacent to him and closed her eyes, shaking lightly.

“I will call you what I want, Steven. Now, go to the car. I’ll meet you at the Byers. I just need to get a walkie set from The Castle, and I’ll be there in ten minutes flat. Make sure those kids are safe.” You heard a growl from somewhere behind both of them and Y/N squeezed her eyes tightly, willing the fear that bubbled in her stomach away.

“Tell Dustin I’ll see him in ten minutes, and that I love him.”

“I’m not going to tell him that you love him, Y/N. You can do that yourself.” The growls were growing closer, and Y/N pressed herself harder into the bark.

“Steve. I’m going to need you to listen to me, for once.” You laughed, nervousness creeping into it. “Go to the car.” He hesitated before nodding once and sprinting East. She took a deep breath, cocked your rifle, and sprinted in the opposite direction.

She ran through the woods, and for some reason, the only thing she could think about was how impressed her high school gym coach would have been. She was never the athletic type. Y/N took after her mother, identical curls, and identical full figure. Sure, the gym membership at her UNI was paid through her tuition, but when a small town girl is let loose in a big city alone food will be eaten, and drinks will be consumed. So, long story short, Y/N was built like a Brick Shit House.

She sprinted down the forest path and leaped over rocks and fallen trees. She was on a roll, and if she knew there weren’t any demo dogs behind her, she would have stopped to pat herself on the back. That was until she ran headlong into a wall of flesh. She had tackled someone in the middle of the forest and what was even going on anymore. She was straddled on their lap, and the body underneath her had been knocked out of him.

She rolled off of him and finally looked at the person she had tackled, and the sight she was greeted with made her want to turn around and fight the dogs. It was Billy Hargrove, and he was very very drunk.

“Woah. An angel just came out of nowhere and tackled me. Is this a sign from God Himself?” He laughed, reaching for the still-lit cigarette and the empty bottle of beer on the forest floor. He swore when he discovered that it was empty and rolled around to rest his face on a moss-covered rock. There was another growl following his jumbled words, and this time it was so much closer than she would have liked.

“Hargrove. Dude. We need to skedaddle like, right now.” You urged, slinging your rifle over your shoulder and pulling at him to stand up.

“Skedaddle. Skedaddle. That’s a good one Princess.” He laughed, and it rumbled from deep within his chest. It had suddenly gone very quiet in the woods, and the silence that surrounded the both of you made you want to run.

“Billy. You need to get up.” You growled and pulled harder. He finally lifted his head from the rock and looked up at you.

“Hey! It’s the hot Henderson!” He crowed happily. The laughter was cut off when you slung the rifle around your torso. “Woah Woah Woah! Okay! I’ll get up okay?!”

“Stay down!” She whisper-yelled, aiming the rifle and firing at one of the monsters that had appeared from the shadows. She nailed it right in the snout and it flew through the air away from her. When she heard a howl from behind her, she spun and shot her gun three times, not being able to shoot it in the head, but hitting it instead several times in the muscle on its shoulder. When it had slowed down, and eventually retreated you flicked the safety on your gun so it wouldn’t accidentally shoot anyone and turned once more to Billy.

“Okay, we’re running now!” She yelled, not bothering to try to pull him up with her but instead jumping over his intoxicated body and sprinting for dear life. When she heard him crashing through the bushes behind her, she only pushed herself further and harder. She had completely abandoned the idea of getting her brother's walkie-talkies from the Castle and instead made a beeline for the house.

“Where are we going?” Billy yelled, trying his hardest to keep up with her. She certainly didn’t look like it, but Y/N Henderson was fast. When she didn’t respond, he put his head down and pushed his legs harder, feeling the familiar burn in his chest and the taste of copper on his tongue.

Once they had been running for quite some time, they finally broke through the tree line. Y/N was already facing the way they had come, and she reloaded the large gun quickly— Billy assumed she had done this before— and motioned her head for him to get into the shack-house behind her.

“Get in the house. You’re going to need to knock on the door twice, once and three times. It’s the password that’s going to get you in and safe. I’m right behind you.” Y/N yelled at him, shooting the remaining monsters that had been brave enough to continue chasing them.

“You saved my life, and I’m not leaving you.” He growled, grabbing her bicep and pulling her towards the house. Instead of protesting (“don't be a dumbass, Billy.”), she decided that it would be in everyone's best interest to listen to him. They sprinted up onto the porch and locked on the door six times, waiting patiently for someone to come to the door. “Why isn’t anyone answering?” He whispered, shooting an anxious look over his shoulder.

“I don’t know— Hello? Dustin? Steve? Eleven?” She yelled, banging on the door with her palm.

“Eleven? Like the number?” He asked, dropping all tension from his shoulders in raw confusion. Y/N simply shrugged in response and knocked the secret knock once more.

“Come on guys!” She yelled once more, praying to whatever God was out there that the door in front of them would unlock and open for them.

As if he was listening to her thoughts the locks clicked and the door swung open. When there was nobody on the other side, Billy let out a nervous squeak (‘theres nobody behind the door!” “It’s fine, Hargrove- you’ll get used to it.”). Y/N rushed the pair of them in the house and the door shut behind her, the locks already clicking and the chair shoved under the doorknob by the time she had managed to put her gun on the floor and take her jacket off. She motioned for Billy to follow her deeper into the house, ignoring his hesitation. She knew the last time he had been here, it had not been pleasant for anyone involved. Y/N followed the voices through the house to one of the rooms near the back. She turned the corner, and almost immediately was assaulted by a horde of tiny people.

“Y/N! Shithead, why did you take so long?” Dustin yelled, punching her in the arm once he pulled away from her embrace. She pulled him in closer and kissed his head, holding him to her chest and hugging him tightly.

“I love you so much, Dusty.”

“I love you too, can you get off of me now?”

“Nope.”

“Y/N. Please.”

“Nope.”

“Y/N. Please.”

“Sure.”

“Really?”

“Nope.”

It had been an hour since Billy and Y/N showed up to the Byers home, and after much screaming, and much explaining, the kids had finally fallen asleep in Will’s room, Steve had taken Jonathan’s old bed (Nancy and Jonathan had long since left for New York with no intention of returning), Joyce had retreated to the kitchen and was chain-smoking, and Jim was out doing whatever Jim did best. This left Billy and Y/N to there own devices, and they found themselves sitting on the front porch sitting side by side and staring out across the driveway in silence.

“Steve took my showing up pretty well, huh?” Billy whispered voice raw from yelling and defending himself. He lifted a cigarette to his cut lips and cracked his bloody and bruised knuckles. Steve had immediately dove for Billy, and after several minutes of fighting and swearing, Jim and Eleven had managed to tear the two Alpha males from each other. After they had been patched up (Billy needed more medical care than Steve did for once), they had sat down, drank a beer and shook hands.

Y/N took the cigarette from between his fingers and took a long drag. “Don’t tell Dustin I did that, he would kill me.” She coughed.

“Yeah,” she continued. “Boys are really fucking weird. You throw hands and suddenly you’re friends? Can you explain that to me?”

Billy chuckled and leaned forward on his knees. “I wouldn’t say we’re friends, but the beer was a peace offering. Girls are the weird ones. Why do you call each other names behind there backs and then act all sweet and shit to each other's faces? With men—“ He was cut off by a loud laugh from Y/N. “With men— shut up, Y/N— with us, we have everything on the table. Everyone knows how everyone feels.”

“Yeah, and once they all know how everyone feels you guys whip out your dicks and measure them side by side.” Y/N laughed. She looked over to Billy who was already looking back at her smiling. She hummed, and rested her cheek on her hand, not breaking eye contact with the mullet-clad boy.

“You changed my life within twenty-four hours, you know. You showed me that I’m part of something far bigger than myself.” He said, stubbing out the cigarette on the toe of his boot and lighting another one.

“Don’t be so cheesy, Hargrove.” She said, leaning into him and nudging her shoulder hard against his.

“How could a dame like you know how to shoot a gun and life knowing that there are demons on this planet.”

“Well, my senior year was a mess— with all the happenings with the Upside Down and all. Jim taught me how to shoot, I protected Dustin and Nancy and Steve and Jonathan. Then I left home and never looked back. Now I’m here, right back where I started.”

“I mean, I can totally tell my friends that a college girl from Canada saved my life when I was drunk in the woods.” He laughed, letting you take the fag from his fingers and claiming it for your own.

“Now that’s a story, Hargrove. And for the record, I’m a university student.” Y/N’s eyes drifted back over to the driveway, and Billy watched as her eyes traced over every constellation in the sky. Billy never thought he would be attracted to someone who was such a brick-house-gunslinger-Canadian, but here he was nevertheless— fighting monsters and smoking with pretty girls.

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