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       PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME, AND I PROMISE I WILL TRY TO BE BRAVE FOR US.

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ERIKA'S 2K CELEBRATION: Top 10 Stranger Things dynamics (as voted by my followers) insp.

#5. WILL BYERS & MIKE WHEELER (51%)

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rae's birthday series: 2/? ↳ HAPPY (VERY BELATED) BIRTHDAY, MARIE!! @emblazons 🥰❤️

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STRANGER THINGS 4 - Chapter eight: Papa

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pt. 2 || feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!

“I wanna be on the other side of this for once.”

“Is this all we’re gonna do? We’re just gonna stand on each other?”

“He’s being very forgiving of my stupidity.”

“I love that they just cannot accept defeat.”

“Oh my god, you piss me off.”

“How dumb are you?”

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, it’s fair if I cheat!”

“That didn’t hurt at all– like, not even slightly.”

“I’ve never, ever, in my life been lied to by a man with an egg on this head.”

“Alright, let’s just forget that happened.”

“I was being sarcastic but I don’t think they picked up on the body language.”

[dying noise]

“Well, well, well, [Name]…”

“Maybe I’ve just gone temporarily color blind.”

“Like, where do your brain cells go?”

“I thought it better to confess.”

“That’s what the history books will remember.”

“This is my time to shine!”

“I’m really not coming across like a good person here… Um, yep– I’m okay with that.”

“It might’ve been a really big brain move.”

“Half the fun is like trying to get out of it and, y’know, lie your way out of situations.”

“I think I’m just over all confused; I don’t know how to combat that.”

“Wow, compelling argument…”

“Why are you running? Come back!”

“We won, but at what cost?”

“Just having a conversation with myself.”

“If you don’t kill someone we’re never gonna build up trust.”

“The decision has been made…and the decision was wrong.”

“He’s that upset, really?”

“That’s what you get for being a master of salt!”

“Can eye doctors diagnose themselves?”

“I wasn’t really paying attention to it to be honest.”

“I don’t know if this is working out…”

“They had a serious case of bad attitude.”

“What has happened to society where we can’t even trust random men on the internet?”

“I try to make friends but sometimes people don’t want me as their friend.”

“I’ve never seen that before; I’m so impressed!”

“They must me jealous of what me and [Name] have.”

“If a strange man dressed as a pickle says to do that I don’t see how I can refuse.”

“I thought we were friends!”

“I think I have some essential oils that’ll clean that right up.”

“The name ‘Karen’ just invokes hostility.”

“Why is everyone annoyed by the name Karen?”

“I bet he’s awesome to hang out with, right?”

“Maybe we should just give Karens a break.”

“I feckin’ hate this time of the year.”

“We always just run off to the public bathroom.”

“It’s like a Christmas movie, if anything.”

“I’m a man of many addictions.”

“He’s the problem, not me.”

“Either freak ‘em out or make a friend; that’s the goal.”

“I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Oh, yeah, I did cheat, but it’s to win so it’s okay.”

"You know the old saying, ‘Two wrongs don’t make a right, but one right makes one hundred wrongs right’.”

“I am part of the problem now.”

“I did most of the work.”

“We all did equally well!”

“I’m extending the olive branch and I’m not even gonna hit them with it this time.”

“Why do all my friends leave me?”

“We don’t really understand it, but we accepted it.”

“You live and learn…sometimes.”

“All I’ve been doing is getting myself in trouble, so I’m just gonna stay quiet for a change.”

“I’m not crazy, just a little stupid.”

“Maybe I am a little crazy.”

“Ah, I’m such a good liar.”

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MIKE WHEELER & WILL BYERS

4.05: The Nina Project

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happy dadder’s day from will to j.im h.opper and j.im h.opper only, the only father figure in his life worth recognizing and celebrating on this day 👏

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WILL. MIKE. EL. MAX.

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a surge of panic sparks within his brain as he catches nancy struggling under the weight of what’s probably too many groceries for her to be handling in her condition, but he forces himself to stop just shy of racing forward to snatch them out of her hands. he knows that independence is an important virtue to her, and he hardly feels as if he has the right to dictate her on what she is or isn’t able to do. it really isn’t his business to interfere, and so he hangs back instead, rather awkwardly at that, leaning back against the countertop as she enters the kitchen with her haul.

and then, she hits him with what he was desperately hoping she wouldn’t notice so quickly. or at all, if he’s being perfectly honest. he knows he likely has himself mostly to blame for that, with his damning inability to throw on so much as a semi-convincing poker face even if his life were to depend on it. not to mention that he’s sure his puffy, slightly reddened eyes could never do him any favors in pretending that everything is fine.

“um…” he starts, gaze firmly averted as he swallows thickly, throat suddenly bone-dry and just a little bit on the side of suffocating. he knows he can’t lie to her, nor would he be able to if he tried with his pathetically poor lying skills and nancy’s watertight intuition. “we- had a fight… he- he said he was going for a walk, but- he still isn't back yet, so… yeah...”

“ Hey, do you need some help? ”

          nancy  was  nothing  if  not  stubborn—even  being  six  months  pregnant  and  knowing  that  she  shouldn’t  be  lifting  anything  heavy.  steve  was  working  and  she’d  just  gotten  out  of  her  last  class  for  the  day,  figuring  that  a  trip  to  the  grocery  store  was  necessary  if  they  wanted  to  have  anything  for  dinner  that  night.

          what  nancy  hadn’t  accounted  for  was  the  weight  of  the  bags  of  groceries  and  how  much  harder  they  were  to  carry  up  two  flights  of  stairs  while  having  a  new  life  growing  inside  of  her.  but,  just  like  nancy,  she  had  to  learn  the  hard  way.

          she  was  winded  and  wanted  to  kick  herself  when  will  had  noticed.  instinctively,  she  shook  her  head  ‘no’.  she  could  do  it;  she  could  handle  things  on  her  own,  still.  she  was  pregnant,  not  helpless,  after  all.

          “ thanks,  but  i  got  it, ”  she  insisted,  shouldering  past  him  and  trudging  the  groceries  along  with  her  into  the  kitchen.  as  she  moved,  she  noticed  something  was…off.  “ where’s  mike ? ”

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as soon as will registers the little start of surprise that el gives upon hearing his voice, he’s quick to utter an apology, certainly not having meant to scare her. although it only adds to his suspicions all the more to see further evidence of her distress, being so blindly lost in thought, his concerns growing for things that she likely isn’t sharing with him. besides, how could she not have plaguing thoughts? her past littered with such haunting memories and unrelenting traumas, and will’s heart aches, certainly not the first time, for his sister that he wishes they somehow could have saved much sooner.

he doesn’t voice any of this quite yet, however. not wanting to pry or to overstep any boundaries, he simply walks further into her room towards her bed, eyes catching the painting on her desk with a little curl of his lips. he loves to see el taking an interest in art, a subject so near and dear to his heart, something he immensely enjoys sharing with the people in his life.

  “hey, that looks nice,” he muses gently, leaning closer to get a better look at her artwork before dropping himself down on the edge of her bed. though his smile fades slightly in the next moment, and suddenly, the permanent, bleeding heart on his sleeve simply cannot be contained.

“no, nothing’s wrong…" he sighs, glancing away as his fingertips dig lightly into the soft, colorful wool blanket laying atop her comforter. "i’ve just been- thinking a lot, i guess. about… everything. all the stuff that’s happened. you know? and- and i just don’t want you to feel like you’re ever alone. when things get hard, or- bad memories come back, i- i’m here, okay…?”

el pauses in her painting as she feels a rush of tears filling in the back of her eyes. she blinks. she blinks again & then sniffles before she puts down the half-painted squirrel. she doesn't like the color, but she knows if she made any attempts to repaint, it would end up in the trash.

a sigh escaped as she looked at the paintbrush before putting it into the cup of dirty water. she would try again later, but right now her mind kept drifting to thoughts of hopper.

i want you to know that i will always be there for you.

the voice caused a small jump & quickening of her heart. she had started to get lost in her head, so much so that she didn't hear him come in. regardless, she turned in her chair & looked at her brother & gave him a gentle grin followed by a nod. ❛ thank you, will. ❜ she placed her paint-covered hands on her jeans. ❛ that is really nice of you, but why are you telling me this now ? is something the matter ? ❜

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“ promise me? ”  

with the world burning down around them, will isn’t sure what he can actually promise to anyone, anymore. they’ve all faced far too much heartache and grief to still be so young, except he’s also come to find that the concept of promises can keep you going even during the most difficult of times. despite knowing fully well that they may not come true, the idea of what if is a powerful, hopeful thing. what if they make it out of this alive, what if they get the chance to grow older than seventeen, what if the world goes back to normal ( or at least as normal as it can be for someone like him ), what if they can finally get out of this godforsaken town and just be able to live, unrestricted and unabashedly themselves.

what if it can be by mike’s side. his best friend, the love of his life, the boy he never thought he’d ever be able to have but now, somehow, by some stroke of fate or luck or a god he’s not sure he even believes in anymore, he actually has. because there’s nowhere else he’d rather be for the rest of his life, as long as that proves to ultimately be, and a sick, twisted part of his mind that may prove to be more realistic than anything else almost feels happy to die as long as he’s loving and being loved by m.ike w.heeler.

will knows he can’t promise mike a damn thing, at least not with the guarantee of being able to keep it. he’s positive that mike knows this, too, but to dream of promises they might be able to see come true simply will have to be enough, for now. in fact, it might be the last thing that manages to keep him sane.

“i promise,” he breathes out, voice shaky and cracked down the middle as tears stream down his face. he’s got mike’s hands collected in his own, squeezing them harder than he probably should, but the other is his lifeline in the same way now that he’s always been. “when this is all over, i- w-we’ll get out of here, o-okay? you and me, we’ll- g-go somewhere else, anywhere else, and- we’ll be happy. b-because we’ll be together, we’ll have e-each other. i-i just- i love you, mike, i- promise.”

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“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

so far, he’s only told three people of his true identity. his closest family had naturally been at the top of his meticulously-thought out list, his mother, brother, and sister the first to finally know that deepest, darkest secret he’s spent so much time agonizing over, eating him alive from the inside out until he couldn’t hold it in any longer. but more than that, with the threat of vecna remaining and growing stronger every day, will has felt compelled to spill his guts about himself before he got the chance to do it for him, in what would surely be a far more sick and cynical way beyond his control.

will has already been controlled by him more than enough in his life, and when it comes to this sacred piece of information in particular, he wants it to be on his own terms.

except doing so doesn’t feel much easier than having it used against him by the forces of evil, and it’s what lands him here with nancy, tears burning behind his eyes and his chest feeling as if it’s constricting him into suffocation, the lump in his throat becoming progressively harder to swallow around. he isn’t entirely sure why this is his response every time, happening four separate times, now, before he painstakingly speaks it into the open.

“i’m gay.”

there’s no other way around it, no other way to say it than as straightforward as this, he’s learned. biting the bullet and diving in head-first before he can talk himself out of it or lose his nerve, except he doesn’t yet feel any better once the words have left his mouth. bracing for potential impact, it’s all he can do now to stand and wait, silently begging his tears not to fall.

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“You’ve been so quiet. What’s on your mind?”

truthfully, he figures that a better question to ask would be what isn’t on his mind. he’s not even sure how he manages to have so many thoughts bouncing around inside his head all at once, constantly in competition with one another as he struggles to focus on one single thing long enough to have any kind of coherent thought process about it. life, death, love, heartbreak, rejection, the literal end of the world. it’s all too much, and he’s beyond tired of just how loud his brain always seems to be. he wishes there was a way to turn it all off, even just for a little while.

“oh, i- um… i was just… thinking,” he supplies unhelpfully, unsure of how else to respond without pouring his guts out. it’s almost as if he’s afraid that opening up will unleash the floodgates of his mind, and subsequently his heart, and that’s simply not something he can risk with anyone right now. “sorry, i- i know that’s, like- really vague… i just- it’s a lot, i guess. i’m not sure how to process it all… you know…?”

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“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

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WILL. MIKE. EL. MAX.