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androcreates · 1 year

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Ordinary Superstar (wip)

Hello. I’m currently writing a longform Byler fic. I’m on chapter 4 and about 16k words in, with a lot of content I still plan on writing, but I did want to share a short section from a chapter to gauge response (and show what I’m working on.) Please let me know what you think, and I hope you anticipate when the fic is finally completed.

The library was silent as usual as Will read. His copy of Alan Turing: The Enigma sat squarely in his palm, only a few pages left before he was done reading it. The sense of melancholy sat on his shoulders as the ending drew near, and fruitlessness filled him as he read the final sentences.

Alan Turing’s body was cremated on 12 June 1954 at the Woking Crematorium. His mother, brother, and Lyn Newman attended the ceremony. The ashes were dispersed in the gardens at the same place as those of his father. There is no memorial.

The words There is no memorial. struck Will hard, and it caused him to put the book down with a huff of exasperation. He knew the ending of Alan Turing’s life, but reading about it once more made him angry. He rarely felt anger, often aware enough of what actually caused him discomfort to manifest in himself. But, sometimes the anger could creep up on him, like a shiver going up his spine and spreading in his bones. He liked the book, but he didn’t want to think about it anymore.

Will stood and made his way to the front desk. Mrs. Waldon sat at her desktop, her typing the loudest thing about the library. When he got close, she noticed him, and she gave Will her attention.

“Well, hello Will Byers.” Mrs. Waldon gave a cheery smile, and Will returned it.

“Hi, Mrs. Waldon. Sorry to interrupt.”

“No need to apologize, I’m always happy to talk about literature with you.”

Will set his copy down on the counter, and she looked at it. “I just finished the biography of Alan Turing.”

“Incredible biography.” She took the book and looked it over as she continued speaking. “So glad younger people like you can still take an interest in world history like this."

“Yeah, it was a really good read.” Will didn’t bother mentioning the end of Alan’s life, they both knew how that went. “But, now that I’m finished reading it, I wanted to know if you had any other suggestions.”

Mrs. Waldon’s eyes lit up. “I do! Just give me a quick second to see if it’s available for borrowing.” She went back to tapping before returning to Will. “Yup, we got it. I recommend you read Autobiography of an Androgyne by Earl Lind.”

“An androgyne? Like someone who’s androgynous?”

“Precisely. It was written in 1918, so you can imagine the sort of significance it held then as well as today.”

Will nodded along. “Sounds interesting, I’ll check it out.” He reached out for the copy of Alan Turning: The Enigma. “I’ll take that back for you, Mrs. Waldon.”

“Thank you, Will Byers, have a good rest of your day.”

Will walked away as she began typing again, walking through each corridor of library shelves to get to the correct section. He traced his fingers against the spines of the books in front of him, searching for the proper place for the book in his hand. When he found that place, he gently slid the book in, showing the respect it deserves.

His fingers continued to travel, scanning each of the names on the spines until he found the copy of Autobiography of an Androgyne. Will picked it up, studying the book. The edges and pages were crisp and clean, like it hadn’t been held in a long time. It smelled antiquely and Will felt trepidation while holding it.

Will flipped it over, reading the summary of the book, and before long, Will began reading. He sank down to the floor, sitting criss-cross as he became enraptured in the new book, forgetting about the items he left at the table he once was at.

Reading came naturally to Will, and biographies of all sorts made it even easier for him to get caught up in the whirlwind of literature. He made sure to delicately turn each page, and his eyes moved swiftly across each page.

Will is almost pulled out of his reading when two pairs of legs begin shuffling around him. He can hear the pair talking, but he’s too engrossed to comprehend what they are saying, but he determines he’s not in their way.

Eventually their talking morphs into bickering, and it becomes too much for Will to endure. He stands, and gets a look at the couple, and is startled to see Mike Wheeler, alongside him, Angela. He sees a book in Mike’s hand, the boy talking to Angela. Angela gives Will a disgruntled face as she notices him finally standing, causing Mike to end his sentence.

Mike smiled at Will. “You’re Will, right?”

The last time Will had seen Mike, he had made no concerted effort to talk to Mike. Truthfully, he figured it would be the last time he would interact with Mike, unless El somehow invited Mike to properly meet Will. Seeing him with a smile on his face, juxtaposed with his girlfriend’s which was filled with annoyance, made Will nervous.

“Yup, yes I am.” Will stuck a finger in his copy of the book, folding it closed to keep his place.

Mike smiled again, and Will decided he had a nice smile. “Sorry, if we were bothering you. We were being kind of rowdy.”

“No problem at all, I shouldn’t really be sitting on one of the floors of the aisles.”

Before Mike can respond, Angela interjects. “Agreed.”

Will can only give a flat smile at her response, while Mike gave her a knowing look. Before he could continue the conversation, Will left the couple, returning to the table he originally sat at. After hearing the stories about Angela’s attitude from El and Max, Will knew the best course of action was to leave her vicinity.

When sat, Will checked his watch. He had 15 minutes left before lunch ended, and that was sufficient time for him to finish the section he was on. He opened the book once more, finding the line he stopped at.

Will didn’t get to continue his reading. Instead, a person sat next to him, immediately starting a conversation with Will.

“Sorry about Angela, she can be prickly around new people.” Will begrudgingly put the book down again, finding Mike in the nearby seat.

Will fought the urge to answer snarkily, to say she’s prickly around everyone. He decided to act like he understood. “It’s fine, really. I recognized my part in it too.” Will nodded, a flat smile on his face as the two sat in silence for a short moment. Will didn’t like silence with Mike. “Was that all you wanted to say?”

It was like Will brought Mike out of a trance. Mike blinked and stuttered. “Uh, n-no, I guess I just wanted to talk to you.”

Another silent moment. “What about?”

Mike smiled at Will. “What book are you reading?”

Will was surprised at where the conversation headed. He showed Mike the cover. “Autobiography of an Androgyne. It’s really interesting so far. Have you heard of it?”

It’s like a light brightens in Mike’s eyes. “Yes, I have! That’s a great read, I’m glad you’ve been enjoying it.”

Will thinks about what El told him, how Mike is a writer, and he decides to lean into it. “Are you a big reader?”

“Absolutely.” The words fall out of Mike easily. “Reading is one of my biggest hobbies, aside from writing, I’m like, always carrying a book.”

“You are?” Mike nods. “Well, what are you reading now then?”

“I’m reading Lie With Me by Philippe Besson. It’s this great romance novel based in France, it’s actually been really inspirational to read.” Will can’t help but to watch Mike’s lips move a mile a minute, enjoying the fervor coming from Mike. “You should read it, I highly recommend it.”

“Eh, I’m really into biographies and autobiographies right now.”

“Hence Androgyne.”

“Yeah.” Mike smiles at Will, and Will smiles back this time.

There’s another moment of silence. “Sorry, again. For interrupting your reading on like, two separate occasions.”

“It’s no problem.”

Will can’t help but to stare into Mike’s eyes, but before he can be embarrassed by his actions, the school bell rings. He stands up quickly, grabbing his belongings in a rush to leave the library on time.

“Well, it was nice talking to you, Will.”

Mike has a hand out to Will. Will reaches out and shakes it. “It was nice talking with you too, Mike.”

Their hands release and Mike is the first one to leave. “I guess I’ll see you around then.”

Will notices Mike lick his lip, and before he can respond in turn, Mike leaves. Will remembers what time it is, and hastily returns his copy to its rightful place, hoping he won’t be late for his next class.

#byler #byler fanfic #byler wip #wip #fanfic #fanfiction

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sirendoesomestuf · 2 years

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C’est La Vie, Says The Old Folks, It Goes To Show You Never Can Tell - Phase One // Byler x Doctor Who //

ok so basically this is the first ‘chapter’ (they are very short chapters, im putting this all in one ao3 chapter) of my byler doctor who crossover fic that i’m about halfway done with maybe. since i have adhd i know that it will probably take a while to get done so i decided to share the first chapter on here because of reasons i myself do not know lmao.

basically the plot is: wills a time lord, mikes immortal, they are professors at moon college. have fun.

this is obviously not all what i have done, i have like 9k words so far, so maybe i’m not halfway done yet. i just felt like sharing this

tw- mentions of death and seppuku

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Chapter 1- The Calm Before the Storm

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"Professor Byers from the arts department, how can I help you?"

"It's about Wheeler."

"What did he do this time?"

"He's being put on no-pay suspension for the rest of the month."

"For what?"

"For committing seppuku in front of a lecture hall full of freshmen."

"That's just what Mike does."

"Professor Byers, please do not encourage your husband's behavior."

"He gets better every time!"

"His immortality should not change the fact that he is regularly traumatizing new students."

"Well, some of them are psychology students aren't they?" There was a pause from the other end.

"I-I do not see how that could change anything."

"I think it gives them a very good insight into the trauma of seeing a dead body." The other line was silent for about a minute.

"Professor Byers, you cannot be serious. For one this was not one of his psychology lectures, but one of his Anthropology ones." Mike, seemingly after he learned the true species of his beloved, became a slight overachiever.

"And he committed seppuku? What was this lecture about?"

"We're not completely sure to be honest." Will sighed.

"Where is he?"

"We sent him home." Where Mike would get a dirty look from Will, a list of chores they need done--the study really needs a good going through--and a grocery list. Will sighed.

"And...what do you expect me to do about this?"

"Talk to him?"

"What should I say to him?" The other line stayed silent. Will leaned back in his chair.

"I have an appointment soon; I have to go." That was a lie. This wasn't the first time Mike had killed himself in front of other people--hell, this wasn't the first time Mike killed himself in front of students. These days Mike is never careful if he's the only one in danger. Will can't blame him--why would you be careful if you came back to life 4 minutes after you died every time. Will hung up the phone. He worries about Mike; Will has no idea if the day will come when Mike doesn't wake up and that scares him--the idea of their lives together ending before the end of time itself.

Needless to say, when Will came home, he and Mike had words.

Will found Mike lying on the dining room table. They didn't live in a house--they lived on the moon, it's not like they had the space to. They lived in what was essentially a dorm with multiple rooms. Mike was nose deep in a book titled 'The History of Honor in Medieval Japan', a very ironic book title. Will slammed the door and stared at him. Mike blinked and had an expression that screamed 'I did something wrong; I know I did something wrong, and I am not sorry for it.'

"Mike, you have to stop doing this!"

"Why?"

"Because eventually they're not going to put up with your bullshit and you're going to get fired." Will put his bag down on the couch.

"So......I'll just go full time with the Ops!"

"Oh yeah! That's a great idea!"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Because The Master is still after me, which means he could be after you, so forgive me for being a bit worried about you going full time on special ops missions for the Galactic Federation without me!"

"I've gone on them before! Why are you always so worried about me?"

"Because you're still human, and humans are fragile."

"I'm immortal, I come back to life every time I die!"

"But what if you don't! What if you die someday and you don't come back?! What am I supposed to do then?" Mike sat up and swallowed.

"You...you'll manage. You managed before."

"Because I knew you were still alive Mike!" Mike stayed quiet. "Mike. I love you. So much. I can't live without you."

"And you think I can? Do you have any idea how hard it was when you were on the run and I wasn't with you? Two hundred years and the only person I had was Professor Song!"

"I didn't want The Master to know who you were!" The human got off the table and went over to his husband. Mike cupped his face and kissed Will's forehead.

"Alright. I'll be more careful."

"You fucking better." Mike smiled.

"I promise!" Will smiled back.

"So no more killing yourself in front of your students?" Mike looked away and Will could hear a little laugh from him.

"Yeah."

"Thank you." The two hugged. After a couple seconds Will pulled away.

"I'm still mad at you."

"I figured."

"So you know I'm gonna make you get the groceries and clean out the lining closet?" Mike sighed but nodded. Will grinned. "Thank you~" Mike let out a breath and smiled. He stole a kiss from Will.

"I made dinner."

"Are you trying to bribe me?"

"Nooooooo...." Will giggled.

"What did you make?"

"TV Dinner." Will grinned.

#byler #stranger things #fanfic #fanfiction #doctor who #crossover #byler fic #will byers #mike wheeler #will be posted to ao3 when finished #unfinished #doctor who au #tw death mention #byler au

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dungeonsdragonstdelinquents · 2 years

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WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE FIC SO FAR!??!?!

my phone TURNED OFF BEFORE I COULD GIVE MY FULL REVIEW OMFG

Anyways 🤡 thank you for sending me this!!!! Heres (most of) my thoughts (from before they were deleted 😐):

I really really loved the intro and how mikes pov and wills paralleled each other with waking up and thinking ab each other….wills all like 😊☺️🎨and mike is just 🥺🤡😞 and being a mess. Also the magic hour??? I didnt even know that was a thing so im def gonna utilize that for my next painting

I also really loved how the author made the hopper/byers feel like a family…sometimes fics rush through that same thing with how some fics rush through an explanation if they are canon compliant so this was a really nice change of pace!!! And the NARRATING i loved the descriptions holy jsndnxnx

Also i have to mention, will making mike a painting of himself as batman IMMEDIATELY hooked me in bc 1) i love batman 2) IM LITERALLY WRITING A FIC WHERE MIKE LOVES BATMAN (its a modern au) and i havent run into any other mike loving batman content so im HERE for it

Also EL TRAVELING THE WORLD??? GOOD FOR HER i now want a sequel fic that follows her going to italy and scotland I NEED IT I NEED IT TO LIVE

Also in general i just really liked how the author showed wills acceptance of his feelings and mike just Going Through It with the pining

“Will the Wise, Will the Wanted” HAND ME BANGING ON MY WALL AND SCREECHING LIKE IVE NEVER SCREECHED BEFORE. I cannot take this level of heart

The entire couch sequence. THE ENTIRE COUCH SEQUENCE. I wanna hold hands with somebody like that >:( michael wheeler YOURE paying for my therapy (and your own you rat boy) also i just really want that couch. Like i would buy that couch if i could

THE ENZOS SCENE??? T H E EN Z O S S C E EN E ??????? !!!!!!!! First of all that poor waitress i hate the restaurant industry (i worked in it) and BYLER OMFG I JUST I CANT I HUH UGH HUH??? Will just SLIDING INTO THE BOOTH LIKE THAT i thought mike was gonna istantly die. Instantly combust. Also she really did pull a heartstopper “im not homophobic im an ally” moment i love her for that

The family recipe/date night sequence. Thats it thats the post. What else can i say to elaborate further ON HOW FREAKING GOOD THAT CHAPTER WAS? i will elaborate anyway so my beating heart can speak.

1) the family recipe thing WAS SO CUTE and so domestic and for what??? So it could kill me ?? I love domestic scenes where they havent become established yet…thats my heroin

mike getting ABSOLUTELY SCHLAMMERED ON WINE ENDEDDDD MMEEEEE like he was just throwing them back as if he wasnt a lightweight.

Also mike was cooking for 4 hrs straight????? Please that just ugh i sir here this is yours now ❤️

“Michael wheeler? A chef?” WILL SAYING HE HASNT EVER SEEN MIKE WITH A FRYING PAN ANDNDNDJNDNDN

“but something about a starlit bike ride to the Wheeler residence never failed to make Will feel like a little kid again in the best possible way.” TGIS WRITING IS SHDNNDND ITS KILLING ME ITS SO GOOD

Also ??? Mikes date plan was actually out of this world. Wine, lasagna, star wars???? I may be aro but thats my kind of party !!

Picture this. I am sitting at the kitchen counter. I am drinking my cup of coffee from a quaint little owl mug that a friend bought me from cracker barrel. I read this: “Mike sighs. “Look Will, I’m sorry okay? I fucked up, but I sincerely just wish you’d tell me what I said so that I can begin to make sense of it all because here I am thinking you’ve been mad at me for burning lasagna and the next thing I know, you’re flirting with that knockoff Hercules fucker right in front of me!” I now have spit coffee EVERYWHERE and its all over my phone and shirt. I need 10 mins to clean up. This is my life.

And the miscommunication???? Thats my wine, thats my meal, thats what i eat up right there. I will now be thinking about this fic for the rest of the week🤡 thank you so so much for sending me the link to this!!!!! Im literally gonna add it to my list of fics i wanna bind for myself

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kaypeace21 · 3 years

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The 3 monologues of Dustin, Mike, and Chrissy’s (theory)

So in a lot of films said to inspire s4: they have at the beginning of the film - a play, musical number, etc -that foreshadow future events of the film, or give us insight into the psyche of said film characters. So I think that’s where the bts pic showing monologue performances comes into play. if we do see monologues it may be a quick montage of the 3 monologues- with the most prevalent lines being shown.

1) Mike’s monologue-perhaps is Antonio’s monologue from ‘12th night” (shown on the bts monologue-poster )

Antonio is gay/in love with sebastian. His monologue is about being in love with Sebastian and going to a treacherous town to be with him, and feeling betrayed and wrongly assuming Sebastian doesn’t want to be friends anymore .

Antonio's monologue referencing his love for Sebastian:

“His life I gave him and did thereto add my love- without retention or restraint. All in his dedication; for his sake , did I expose myself. Pure for his love, into the danger of this adverse town.”

cough Mike going to Cali to see Will, which ends up being dangerous.

Sebastian - also has a female twin (both of which are mistaken for each other due to their resemblance, cough Willel). Antonio is very forward with his feelings to Sebastian, but it almost always comedically goes over Sebastian's head. Which after Mike initiated every byler moment- but then in s3 is like "i love el" "not my fault you don't like girls". I couldn’t blame Will for dismissing anything from Mike as him "over-reading ' the situation.Literally in one s4 movie this was a comedic-bit too. Sebastian also cries over missing Antonio (which he himself deems as “effeminate”) to do. Cough-Will’s “boys don’t cry “ poster- which is a gay anthem. 12th night is a very queer coded shakespeare play. We have Antonio loving Sebastian. But, we even have a plot point of a girl thinking she loves sebastian's female twin (dressed as a boy/pretending to be her brother sebastian). Cough like mike being into El when she looked like a boy/Will (sebastian)

Also, historically, quite a few people tried to "no-homo" Antonio as just loving sebastian as a friend... which... if that doesn't remind you of byler XD

I suppose they may go for the more cliche romeo & juliet- since s4 posted the “what is in a name “ quote where ( juliet describes how she loves Romeo despite his family drama- using a metaphor of a rose ). Which may work given the rose imagery of the creel's and their problematic family dynamics- paralleling the byers. But I like the former possibility more- especially cause most scholars agree romeo & juliet weren’t in love- but just young kids who foolishly thought they were in love after a few days (cough m*leven). And it's implied romeo was actually using Juliet as a rebound to Rosaline (juliet’s cousin, who rejected Romeo before hand and who physically resembled juliet).Not to mention how shakespeare didn't believe in "love at first sight" like r&j. Shakespeare in every play that had "love at first sight" always had the relationship end poorly. And shakespeare instead believed in the concept/ trope of - not realizing you've been in love with someone you've known for a long , until a great separation occurs. Cough byler.

2)Dustin’s possible monologue from -hounds of baskerville . The quote he says in the teaser is from ch 3 , where in said chapter -Holmes also gives an interesting monologue....

”The devil’s agents may be flesh and blood. There are 2 questions... whether any crime has been committed at all. The second- what is the crime and how was it committed. If we’re dealing with forces outside the laws of nature, there is an end to our investigation. But we are bound to exhaust all our hypotheses before falling back on this one.”

Essentially fits my theory that maybe - the real “devil’s agents”/ bad guys are ‘flesh &blood ‘ humans (like some fathers in the show). And the lines about whether a crime was committed or not could be foreshadowing of chrissy’s death being faked - and her ‘death’ fueling the false satanic panic. Similar to in the novel, the (fake) hellhound death curse -being spread by real human villains, to cover up their horrible deeds. We may soon see the real devils are humans. Especially if Chrissy’s disappearence was caused by her trying to fake her death to escape her ab*sers (and later ending up at penthurst). The same goes for them investigating the supernatural happenings of the creels- if it’s just supernatural nonsense, like Holmes said the “investigation is over”. But if not.... there’s more to this that the Hawkins crew need to investigate (aka what was the crime? And what’s the explanation for this rumored supernatural phenomena?) - aka maybe Will subconsciously creating the creels and others via his powers and tra*ma. Which may be revealed in s5.

Also Brenner’s actor’s post alludes to this concept of the real monsters being humans. Similar to Holmes quote.

*this book ref could just be a minor demodog eastergg, but i think it’s possible he is in theatre. Dustin wore a theatre shirt in s1, so it’s possible foreshadowing. Plus, in the rebel robin novel-robin was in theatre & went to a roller-rink. And we already see both set pieces for s4 (for different characters). And since Dustin was never shown to be into sherlock before- maybe the fact he's quoting him has to do with playing him in a monologue for drama club.

3) Chrissy’s monologue - Nina’s from “the seagull” (shown on the bts poster)

The monologue is of a girl describing her ab*ser, herself as a seagull , her mental health, & being a poor actress... the pain on stage would be Chrissy’s actual pain rather than simply acting. Chrissy and Nina are also nicknames for Christina.

In the st book rebel robin- robin during a play audition - relates too much to her character. And she's starts having an anxiety attack on stage (which everyone perceives as great acting /being in character). Then she passes out- i wonder if something similar happens?

The context in the play: Konstantin shows up to give Nina a gull that he has shot. Nina is confused and horrified .Trigorin sees the gull that Konstantin has shot and muses to Nina on how he could use it as a subject for a short story:

"The plot for the short story: a young girl lives all her life on the shore of a lake. She loves the lake, like a gull, and she’s happy and free, like a gull. But a man arrives by chance, and when he sees her, he destroys her, out of sheer boredom. Like this gull."

The seagull motif reminds me a lot of Jonathan’s rabbit-hunting story. It’s also a parallel to El - whose papa tried to make her k*ll a cat. And reminds me of how Billy was free and happy like the seagulls at the beach-before his dad corrupted him. In fact when El is in Billy’s positive memories - we see seagulls . And possibly a seagull painting next to Jonathan -when at Lonnie’s.The k*lling of an animal for Chrissy, El, and Jonathan is probably indicative /symbolic of paternal ab*sers destroying their childhood innocence.

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #dustin henderson #el hopper #jonathan byers #stranger things theory #monologue

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yousaidyes · 4 years

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how are you? have been drinking water? anything happen thats semi interesting? i suck at convos lmao, but yeah!! also any progress on HOT (i cant with that name-)- 🌈 anon

um, at this point i barely even am, anon. 😭 thank god the weekend is here because lmao i was on my last fucking legs. i hate my job. i hate formal suits. i hate board rooms. i hate black coffee. i hate pretending im a normal human being! my antisocial-depressed-anxietyridden ass is missing student life like hell. i wanna go back to colleegggeeee 😭 and nope, haven't been drinking any water. istg there's black coffee running in my veins. anywho. enough whining. it's a weekend and i'll damn well make sure to live the fuck out it. i'll drink lots of water and roam around naked in my room and read byler meta and stalk people on instagram. yes, this was my life before.

anything interesting? oh god yes! i made out with my best friend of nine years *screams* 😂😂😂 the only highlight of not only this week but the whole year. 💀 well, save for the fact that i wrote a fic this year *screams even louder* which reminds me…

ughhh i can't with that name either it makes me blush 😂 sadly there's not much progress plotwise. i was packed with work. didn't get the time. and when i did… instead of writing more i made another outline for the third chapter like an idiot. :) but it did help me realize some things:

first, it's going to be one long ass chapter. like i've only just written the starting scene and it's already more than 3k which was… the avg length of previous chapters??? and if we add that to the middle portion and the ending scene i'm already done writing… it's 6k???? so like???? it's because these shitheads have stopped listening to me and are doing their own thing and using me to make it happen. blame them! i swear it's like trying to herd a pair of chaotic kittens. cute and soft and fluffy little kittens but also evil as fuck! so i have no choice but to give up and let them guide me. can't help thinking of the time it was only supposed to be a oneshot with a 4k smut scene lolol

second, it's going to be full of action. no more of mike sitting idle, no more of zoning out, no more of flowery thoughts. i wanted to make it fluffy like the rest of the fic but when i tried to do that, none of it sat right with me. and then i realized… the graph is changing with each chapter. while mike was totally lost in his head in chapter one and both absorbed in his thoughts and aware of his surroundings in chapter two, he's gonna have to be in full control now; not only of his actions but also his thoughts. bc there are some things – some facts he isn't allowing himself to acknowledge until it's the right time. which is a challenge for me to achieve bc those facts are practically impossible to avoid while writing. 😭 he's such an idiot. 😩 but i suppose it's unfair to put that on him since it was my idea. 💀 i guess i just never expected him to take me so seriously but then he did and now im in deep shit.

third, i have to get over my shyness with the word “dick” otherwise this whole fic is going to shit and we're all screwed. :) i thought of using a substitute for the word like chicken nugget or something (a writing tip i saw on a writeblr) but that just made it worse. and yes i know smut can be written without mentioning dicks just fine but no! i love it sm when it's mentioned in the fics i read. i wanna give back what i like receiving, damn it! fuck it if im a pussy about it. dicks dicks dicks! there.

#this is sooooo long #sorry #like i said i have no concept of word limit #and this week was difficult #heads or tails?#asks

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jack-kellys · 5 years

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thank u, next: finale part 1

hey everyone ;)

thank u, next is finally back and this thing I wrote is so long that it's TWO PARTS LONG!! isn't that EXCITING?? (it's only two parts because tumblr won't let it fit but it's fine)

all previous chapters are at the bottom of my masterlist—read for a refresher if ya need lmao it's been a while

here we go!

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LAST TIME ON TU,N: al and race had their first date, al revealed some of his history, both boys admitted they loved each other (essentially), and race mentioned something about needing to stall....

words: 1527

warnings: cursing, death mention, cliffhanger?? :0

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Five, Part One

“I think it’s ready.”

Race tilted his head to face his boyfriend as he said this, hands placed neatly over his stomach as he laid on the bed. Race’s quiet demeanor was misleading, as usual—a storm was roaring inside, a hurricane spinning and making his chest tighten in apprehension.

“What’s ready, Al?” Race asked.

Albert turned his head to the side as well, gazing at Race with a new light in his eyes. His smile was so wide and endearing that it nearly broke Race’s heart.

“The apartment, stupid,” Al scoffed. “We fixed it up, cleaned it, I got all the papers ready, my stuff’s all ready…” Al grinned. “I’m ready to move into it.”

And then Race’s heart did break.

Al looked so, so happy. Race knew that for Albert, getting his own place was a bigger milestone than it already would be for the average person. It meant something more than just a second floor apartment—it was a freedom Al had longed for since he was twelve, he'd said. A freedom that would rip whatever freedom Albert currently had away from him.

“You sure, baby?” Race whispered, trying not to let his voice break. “Everything’s done? There’s nothing left to prepare, nothing left to pack up?”

“Nope!” Al shook his head, eyes glinting as he leaned over to Race. “It’s done. Everything’s done. It’s gonna be mine, Antonio. All mine. Just like you.”

He pressed his lips hard onto Race’s, Race eagerly tangling his fingers into Albert’s red hair. Al’s hand was warm against his cheek, his thumb rubbing softly against him despite the intensity of the kiss. Race lost himself in Albert more than usual, hyper-focused on every detail—every freckle, every hair out of place, the feel of his hands on him, the taste of his lips and tongue, every small sound he made. Ironic how Al called him perfect, since the opposite was true.

After a while, Race was tracing his fingers over Albert’s stomach as the man rambled about how he wanted to set up the place, Race nodding every so often.

How Race’s heart shattered for him—this most undeserving man who had been nothing but endlessly interesting and funny and warm to him. Yes, Albert’s infatuation was mostly false, but Race could feel the deep friendly affection Albert harbored for him as well, one Race harbored right back. Only once before had Race let himself do that—in 1905, a boy named Sean Conlon walked into that same apartment door with a skeptical glance and narrowed eyes, and to Race’s dismay, they were friendly as well as intimate. It had broke him then, and it was breaking him now.

Through the rest of the week, it would continue to break him. Race helped Albert move into the place, not allowed to let Al get any suspicions as to why Race might have seemed gloomy. Moving in was tragically fun, the two of them laughing as they dropped boxes, picking up their contents and talking about nothing and everything. Race was surprised at his ability to keep the lump in his throat down enough to even talk to Al. Lucky, too—Albert was rather smart at figuring when something was wrong.

“I think that's everything,” Albert huffed, smiling and wiping his hands on his jeans. “I can't believe it.”

“Neither can I,” Race laughed, shaking his head. “Fast, huh?”

“Yeah, thank God. I thought that was gonna take so much longer. I'd assumed the worst,”

Al shrugged. Then he grinned, doing a small spin with his arms out in the center of the room. “But this is so great! It's all mine, and I'm responsible for it, and I make the rules—well, technically not, but still…”

Albert’s rambling faded away slightly as Race felt something in his chest. A sort of tug, like something was trying to get out of him

His heart stopped. That was so soon. Surely he had a little more time? An hour at least? He still had to tell him everything.

His change in demeanor must have been noticeable. Al was practically scanning him, analyzing anything that could be wrong.

“Babe, you oka—”

“I lied to you,” Race interrupted.

Albert went silent. His head was cocked slightly, that skeptical frown of his making Race’s heart skip a beat, that frown that meant Al wasn't just some pawn in Race’s wretched game.

“About what?” Albert asked slowly, eyes narrowed. A pang of guilt jabbed Race through the ribs as he remembered Al’s shitty past with relationships. This would be one for the books, Race supposed.

“About me. About who I—well, not about who I am. I lied about what I'm here for,” Race confessed.

“About why your mom left you here,” Al concluded. “What you're saying is that you ain't here to protect the people who buy this apartment, like you’d said to me.”

Race couldn't help but be slightly impressed. Albert’s expression remained rather neutral, his actual anger probably fighting with his infatuation with Race. Al was doing a good job at not letting either side win.

“No, I'm not here for that,” Race sighed. He had to get this over with. Maybe it'd hurt less that way. “When my family first moved to New York, my mom was at a loss as to where to go. Not many people just welcomed immigrants like that, y’know? And then we found this apartment. The landlord charmed my ma’s pants off—he was the first nice person to us in the city. But then he changed.

“He stopped caring about us. He didn't get anyone to fix anything when things were broken, no one cleaned anything. He took advantage of the people in this building, knowing no one could go anywhere else. He just took our money and kept the place in shambles. And so I died from the conditions—that part’s true.

“As I was dying—stay with me here, Albie, we don't have much time—my mother cursed me with haunting this apartment, and….making anyone who walks into the door with intentions to buy...instantly fall in love with me. It keeps me alive—the more people, the longer I get to live.”

Race hugged himself, willing the feeling in his chest to wait. Albert looked paralyzed, with fear or confusion or anger Race couldn't tell.

“So...so none of this was real? I-I don't...I don't love you right now?” Al questioned, eyebrows knit together.

“It's real to an extent,” Race explained, his heart cracking as Albert’s face dropped further. “I just...I gave you the initial infatuation, and then amplified the feelings you caught for me.”

“The feelings I caught?” Al scoffed. “Like you don't have them.” Then Albert froze. “You don't have ‘em, do you. You never did. That was just my stupid head telling me that you did, wasn't it.”

Race shook his head wildly. This was going worse than he thought it would. “No! No, Al, I promise you I do. I fell for you, I didn't mean to, but I—”

“Didn't mean to?” Albert seethed. If he was this worked up, time must really be up soon, Race noted sadly.

“It hurts less that way,” Race decided to admit. “I've been doing this for centuries now. My Ma wants revenge for eternity and I'm the pawn she needs to play it out.”

“This is fucked up,” Al said, tone decisive and expression stiff. “You're fucked up. Get the fuck outta my apartment, right now, you lying sonofa—”

“I’m afraid I can't do that,” Race said, the words coming out of him rather than him actually saying them. He was starting to feel a little distant, but he had to hold on. Just a little longer.

Albert’s eyes narrowed. “You're not physically attached to the place. Your words, not mine. Get out.”

“Can't leave this time,” Race shook his head solemnly.

“Then fuck you. I'll leave,” Albert bit out. Approaching the door, he scoffed, “if I didn't fuck a ghost, then you must be a goddamn demon, fucking prick.”

Race didn't say anything—couldn't, rather, as Al tried to open the door. He jiggled the knob a few times, then looked at Race.

“I didn't lock this,” Al stated. His eyes were wide. “Did you?”

“Not exactly,” Race murmured, looking at his feet. “I can't leave, which means you can't leave, either.”

“Race?” Albert breathed, back flush against the door as fear flashed in his eyes. “What are you saying.”

“I’m running out of time,” Race said instead. “I just...I need you to know that I've loved you. I'm in love with you, I swear on my mother’s soul I am. And I'm sorry you have to pay for it. I'm so, so sorry…” He felt tears slide down his cheeks.

“Race, for what?” Albert demanded. “What's- what’s going to happen?”

“I'm not part of what comes next, okay? I don't want this, I don't...want this…please…”

The tugging was too strong. He'd pushed it off for too long; he was out of time. Race felt his mind slip away from him, and then he was gone, torn away from Albert and leaving him to go through what was next alone.

———

haha what the fuck does THAT mean? read part two to find out!

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imstrangerthanthings-blog · 6 years

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I Will Give Up This Fight (Cause I Can't Make You Love Me If You Don't) - Chapter 1

AN: Um hi…lol this is my first time posting fanfiction on tumblr and I’m not gonna lie, it scares the sh*t out of me. There are so many good writers out there and they just inspire me but also intimidate me. But whatever, I’m just overthinking, but anyway I hope you like the story.

This story will be be split into two parts (maybe three not really sure yet). This is a soulmate au because I’m unoriginal and just a plain sucker for soulmate aus.

This is also posted on ao3, you can find it here

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13241733/chapters/30289386

Summary: Will can see the red string that connects him and Mike. His heart breaks as he watches his soulmate fall more and more for someone else.

Word Count: 3307

Pairing: Byler, side Elmax

Warnings: Homophobia and some homophobic language is used (the f word)

From the moment a person was born a red string was tied around their pinky, going off into the distance seamlessly as if it never ended. Yet somewhere else in the world, near or far, the other end of the string would be tied around another person’s pinky. The two people connected were soulmates, two halves meant to be together.

The one problem was that nobody could actually see the string, therefore making it almost impossible to find out who your soulmate was. Almost impossible. There was one way you were able to find your soulmate. You just needed to find a seer.

A seer was someone born with the gift of being able to see all the red strings entangling the world. They also had the ability to change soulmates. They could cut the strings of soulmates and tie them to another, or they could just cut the string and leave it at that. It was as they say ‘With great power comes great responsibility’. It wasn’t common for soulmates to change but sometimes there was the odd act of jealousy or longing or hate that caused soulmates to be changed or cut off.

It was very rare to find a seer, although some of them sold their services of being able to find people’s soulmates (or changing/cutting depending on the situation). Most however, kept to themselves, not telling people of their ability, as they could never be sure if they would only be used as a way to find soulmates instead of friendship.

That’s why when a 5 year old Will Byers came up to his mother, Joyce, and asked her about why there was red string everywhere, she sat him down and told him about soulmates and his special ability.

“The red strings, they tie people to their soulmates.” Joyce tried as hard as she could to make her explanation something a 5 year old could understand.

“What are soulmates?” Will asked.

“There like…your other half, in which you share an unbreakable bond with.”

“Unbreakable bond?”

“It’s like forever friendship.”

“Oh.” Will said thoughtfully. “So how do people find their soulmates?”

“Well, like I said people are tied to their soulmate by the red strings. However most people can’t see the string.”

“Can you see the string?”

“No honey.”

“Why can I?”

“Well there are people born into this world with a very special ability. They are able to see the strings, it is very rare though.”

Joyce decided to leave out the fact that Will could also cut and tie strings together. It was too much power for a kid to have.

“So it’s sort of like a superpower ”

“Sure, yeah it’s like a super power.”

“Why couldn’t I get something like super strength or laser eyes.” Will pouted while Joyce just laughed.

“But just like any superhero, you can’t tell anyone about your powers.” Joyce told her son.

“Why not?”

Joyce didn’t really know what to tell Will. How were you supposed to tell your son that he shouldn’t tell anyone about his ability because of the chance that they may use him and his feelings could get hurt. So instead she just told him;

“You’ll understand why not when you’re older.”

“But mooooooom.”

“No buts Will. Just promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

“I promise.” Will said, a small pout on his face.

“Is that a frown I see?” Joyce smirked. “I guess we’re going to have to wipe that right off.”

She reached in and began tickling Will, his loud giggles filling her ears, a sense of childhood innocence swept over the room. Joyce thought in that moment that just maybe, everything would be okay.

Will didn’t bother asking why his mom and dad’s strings didn’t match.

It was on the first day of kindergarten that Will found out who his soulmate was. A lanky boy with wavy hair covering his head and dark brown eyes. Mike Wheeler, Will had found out was his name.

Mike had come up to him while he was on the swings and asked to be his friend. Will had, of course, said yes, he was desperate to make friends and so far Mike was the only who had come up to him.

While they both sat on the swings, Will looked at his string and began following it with his eyes like he usually would. He liked to see how far it would go and guess where his soulmate might be. Except this time, his string wasn’t stretched far out into the unknown distance. The end of his string was tied around the pinky of the boy animatedly talking about a board game that he had gotten recently.

Will stared at it for a minute, looking back and forth between the two ends of the string. He wondered if Mike could see it too but he seemed too unfazed, that Will doubted he did. He wanted to say something but he remembered what his mother said. If he told Mike that they were soulmates then he would have to explain his ability and Will promised his mom he wouldn’t tell anyone.

So Will spent the day getting to know the brown eyed boy who was his so called, other half. He liked Mike, he was funny and he was good at telling stories. Will usually didn’t talk much to other kids, but with Mike he felt himself opening up more and although he definitely didn’t talk as much as Mike did, he found his voice was filling the room more than usual.

When Joyce met her son at the end of the day, she certainly didn’t expect him to come skipping out a wide smile on his face, waving a quick goodbye to a boy across the way from him. It was quite the drastic change from that morning.

Will had been dreading to school and when Joyce and Jonathan were walking him to kindergarten he had been a bundle of nerves. When his mother and brother bent down to say goodbye and wish him luck, his doe brown eyes had filled with tears and Joyce had to restrain herself from just walking back home and taking Will with her.

So to say it was a drastic change was an understatement. Joyce had expected to have to spend the whole walk back home convincing Will that he had to go back to school the next day. Yet there he was, talking fast about his day and how he made a new friend called Mike. Joyce silently thanked this boy, Mike, for befriending her son and actually making him excited for school the next day. When they arrived home Will was still talking and even though Lonnie, his father, still gave him a cold greeting hello, nothing could bring down his mood.

Lonnie and Will didn’t have a very good father son relationship. Will was the opposite of what Lonnie wanted his son to be. Lonnie thought Will was strange unusual and Will was kind of scared of his father. Joyce and Lonnie would often fight, the yelling would be heard throughout the whole house. During these moments Will would go into Jonathan’s room to hide. Lonnie didn’t look very nice when he was yelling.

Will had always felt closer to his mother and brother anyway. That was probably why Lonnie was so cold towards his youngest son. They had no connection at all, the only thing that really made them similar was the fact that they shared a few genes and a last name.

It wasn’t until everyone was sat at the dinner table that Will mentioned that Mike was his soulmate.

“He’s really funny and pretty and nice which is good because I’d hoped my soulmate would be that and-”

The table fell silent as Lonnie dropped his knife and fork onto the table creating a loud clatter. “You think this Mike boy is your soulmate?” Lonnie asked.

“I don’t think so.” Will said. “I know so. I saw our string was the same.”

He looked around the room in confusion as everyone seemed to have weird expressions on their faces. Jonathan looked as if he was waiting for something to explode, like he knew something bad was going to happen. His mother looked worried almost and his dad looked a mix between angry and disgusted.

Joyce quickly hopped into action before anything to bad could happen. “Jonathan could you please take Will into your room.” It was more of an order than a question.

Will was about to protest as he was still hungry and wanted to finish his dinner but he then noticed how Jonathan just went along with what their mother said and how serious he looked that as soon as he gestured for Will to follow him, he immediately got up and followed.

The two of them made it to Jonathan’s room and sat down on the bed. “Jonathan what’s happening?”

“Mom and Dad are just talking.” Jonathan replied.

“Does this have to do with Mike being my soulmate?”

“I don’t know.” Jonathan lied. Will was very perceptive for his age and could tell that his older brother was lying.

“Why are you lying? Mom said lying was bad.” Will said.

Jonathan laughed despite the situation. Will was always able to read him like a book. Jonathan loved his brother to pieces, the minute he held him in his arms after he was born, Jonathan vowed to protect his baby brother from anything and everything. However, Jonathan feared that now he may have to protect Will from their own father.

Jonathan had found out about his father’s views on same sex relationships when he was 7. His dad and him were having a ‘Father-Son’ day, as his mother called it. Jonathan could tell his dad didn’t really want to do it but his mother forced him to. The two were walking back from the park when Jonathan spotted two men sitting on a bench a few meters away from them, holding hands.

“Dad? Why are they holding hands?” Jonathan had asked, his young mind full of curiosity like any other.

“Because they’re queer .” Lonnie said the word like poison on the tip of his tongue. “They like each other, which they shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because boys shouldn’t like boys, it’s wrong.”

Jonathan wanted to ask why it was wrong. It seemed fine to him, it was just two boys who were holding hands, it’s not like they were doing anything wrong. Well not in his mind anyway. Jonathan held off on talking about the subject anymore. He could tell his dad didn’t like it.

His curiosity got the better of him though, so he asked his mom about it that same night.

“Why is boys liking boys wrong?” He asked.

Joyce had stopped in shock for a minute. She wasn’t sure what to say, she was sure she hadn’t given any impression of the sorts. She wasn’t against people who were queer, she found it sort of weird but what didn’t really affect her day to day life didn’t really bother her.

“What brought this on?” She asked her eldest son.

“Well me and dad were walking in the park today and I saw two boys holding hands and I asked dad why and he said because they like each other and that it’s wrong.”

“Well, you know, it’s more unusual than wrong. People will like who they want to like, they can’t help their feelings. Although most boys like girls and most girls like boys, sometimes the universe decides to switch that around.”

“So it’s not wrong?”

“You seem very curious about this Jonathan, do you like boys?”

Joyce wasn’t sure how to handle the situation she was in. She knew she’d love her son no matter what but she never thought she’d have a situation like this come up.

“No!” Jonathan answered almost immediately. “I just don’t see the problem with it.”

“Well you are one of the rare people who don’t. Don’t listen to your father about it being wrong. He just isn’t very open minded.”

“Do you think it’s bad?’

“If they are good people then it shouldn’t matter.” Was all Joyce had said.

From that day, Jonathan knew that his father was against anyone that was different in the matter of sexuality. The minute Will had said this Mike boy was his soulmate, he immediately looked at his father and saw the surprise and disgust in his eyes. He knew whatever was going to happen next wasn’t going to be good.

“So you’re positive this Mike kid is your soulmate?” Jonathan asked.

“I already told you, I saw our string, it was the same.” Will replied.

“Did you tell him?”

“No cause then I’d have to explain that I can see the strings and mom said I couldn’t tell anyone.”

Jonathan was about to say something when they heard their dad yells fill the house.

“Our son!? A faggot!?”

“Lonnie stop!”

“I always knew he was weird, girly even” There was the sound of a door slamming, which made both Jonathan and Will jump. “It’s no surprise he’s…one of them.”

“Will is our son! It doesn’t matter who his soulmate is, he is our son. Stop talking about him as if he’s nothing.”

“Jonathan why are they fighting because of me?” Will’s eyes were brimmed with tears. He was used to his Mom and Dad fighting, it happened more often than not. But this time he knew they were fighting because of him and he didn’t know what he did.

“Dad’s just being a jerk.” Jonathan told him before getting up to lock the door. “Ignore it Will.”

“Is this about Mike? What’s so wrong with him being my soulmate?”

“It doesn’t matter Will.” Jonathan insisted. “Please just drop it for now, okay?”

That night ended with Will sleeping in Jonathan’s room, Jonathan lying next to Will vowing to protect Will from anything this new found situation would throw his way, Joyce sitting on the couch cigarette in her hand silently praying that everything would be okay, and Lonnie out at a bar drinking up a storm. Whatever innocence was previously in the household long gone.

The already almost non-existent relationship between Will and Lonnie had perished in the fire that had occurred that night. Will still hung out with Mike, finding both him and school a break from the emptiness that was his home.

The dinner table was now filled with agonizing silence and Will was no longer even greeted when he came home from school. The fights between Joyce and Lonnie increased, which both Jonathan and Will didn’t even think was possible. This carried on for a couple more years until Will was 8.

Will was sat on his bed, his sketch book open, carefully working on his new masterpiece. There was a knock on the door and Will assumed it was his mum or Jonathan.

“Come in!” He called and he did a double take when he saw his dad enter the room.

“Hey son.” Lonnie greeted before sitting down on Will’s bed.

“Uh, hey dad.” Will replied.

“You must be wondering what I’m here for.”

“Just a little.”

“I just want to talk to you.” Lonnie explained. “About this whole soulmate thing.”

“Oh.” Will wasn’t exactly sure what was going on but he was sure that his dad wasn’t exactly happy about his soulmate situation.

“You have the ability to see the strings right?” Lonnie asked.

“Yeah…”

“Did your mother tell you about your other abilities?”

“What other abilities?”

“You can change soulmates.”

Will was confused, ‘Change soulmates?’ . “What do you mean?”

“You can cut people’s strings and tie them to others creating different sets of soulmates.”

“Why didn’t mom tell me?”

“She thought it was too much responsibility for a five year old, which it was, but now you’re eight and I think it’s time you knew.”

“Well thanks for telling me I guess.” Will still wasn’t exactly sure why his dad was talking to him.

“There’s more.” Lonnie said. “I want you to change your soulmate.”

“What!? Why!? I like Mike.”

“Because boys and boys aren’t meant to be soulmates Will, that’s just the way it is.”

“Who said?”

“Everybody!”

Will didn’t understand what was so bad about a boy being his soulmate. Sure most boys were with girls but so what? He liked Mike, a lot actually.

“Look it won’t even hurt. All you have to do is cut the string.” Lonnie pulled out a pair of scissors.

“I won’t do it!”

“I can’t have a queer as a son!”

“I-”

Will was cut off by his mum slamming open the door.

“What is going on in here?” Joyce announced before her eyes landed on the scissors in Lonnie’s hands. “You wouldn’t…”

“It has to be done Joyce. It’s not right.”

“He’s eight Lon! What’s not right is making him give up his soulmate!”

“It’s not a soulmate Joyce, it’s a mistake.”

“The only mistake is me allowing you stay in this household, if you can’t accept your son, you are not welcome in this house.”

“You don’t mean that Joyce.” Lonnie insisted. “You need me here.”

“Get out!” Joyce yelled. “Get out!”

That was the night Will truly lost his father, not that he had much of one to begin with. Lonnie packed up his things and left the house. Will couldn’t help but sob in his bed that night, their family was falling apart and it was all his fault. He almost wished he had cut the string.

The next day, Will went over to Mike’s as Joyce wanted him out of the house while she cleared away all of Lonnie’s left over things.

When Mike greeted Will at the door, the two of them made their way down to the Wheeler basement and as soon as they sat down, Will broke down.

He told Mike all about his dad leaving, his parents fighting and how he ‘knew’ it was all his fault. He left out the soulmate part of the story. Mike held him throughout the whole thing. Not saying anything, which was rare, he listened to Will and comforted him.

“You m-must think I’m s-such a baby.” Will sniffed.

“Actually I think you are one of the strongest people I know. Once my parents got into a fight and I ran out of the house crying like a baby and I didn’t stop crying for two days. If I’d been through what you have, I would definitely have reacted so much worse.” Mike told his best friend.

“Thanks Mike.” Will wiped his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“Hey do you want to invite Lucas over so we can all play a game? It’ll get your mind off everything.”

Lucas Sinclair had lived next door to Mike since forever. They had become really good friends when they were six, so when Mike befriended Lucas, he extended his hand in friendship to Will as well. Will was kind of surprised at first because….well two people now wanted to be his friend, he never thought he’d see the day.

“Yeah that sounds fun.” As the two of them ran off, Will held his pinky, fondling with the bright red string that tied him to the person who always seemed to make things okay. Any thought he ever had about cutting the string was far away from him.

That afternoon, Will Byers was just an eight year old kid playing with his friends, the weight that always seemed to be on his shoulders, lifted for just one moment.

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mywholehistoryintheam · 5 years

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Those Four Words

I just decided to just drop here the not so many chapters of my tyrus fanfic :)

Excuse my terrible English.

Chapter 1

-Chapter two-

Cyrus’ POV

'Do you want to make me cry? I loved the newest chapter!, I guess you're a hopeless romantic right? And I bet that more people like you! Maybe not in the way I like you, my way it's special. Love, Your secret admirer.'

Honestly, I'm enjoying the anonymous asks, this person it's really sweet. PLEASE.BE.A.GUY.PLEASE.BE.A.GUY.PLEASE.

What should I answer this time? This person is taking the time to read something I wrote and send me asks about it, plus, and tell me that this person likes me in a special way. Yes, I can't help, I love romance, this feels like a movie. Am I in 'A Cinderella Story'?

"I need to go to work guys," says Buffy. "That means that you should go"

"What are we going to do today Cy?" asks Andi smiling.

"Uhm, maybe we could go to Buffy's work and wait for her" we both dedicate Buffy a 'puppy' look.

"No" she keeps a straight face. "Why don't you go out with Walker?" she tells to Andi. "And take Cyrus with you"

"I don't know, why don't you take Cyrus with you?"

"Andi I'm going to work"

"Wait" I interrupt them. "I feel like a child, you two are not my parents" I laugh. "You go to work," I tell to Buffy. "And you go out with Walker," I tell to Andi. "I'll go to my house or go to eat some ice cream" I smile at them. "Now let's go, we have things to do"

I'm on my way to get some ice cream, I actually don't know what I'm going to do later, maybe I can take some pictures, I need new ones, there's a couple that looks really cute, oh, there's a dog, but the trees look so great, and those kids, they are having so much fun, maybe I should start with the flowers. I wonder what are the girls doing right now? Maybe Buffy is a little bored, I mean, her work is cool, but they don't have too many customers. By another part, Andi is probably painting with Walker, I just start to think that I need more friends.

I start walking while I'm eating my ice cream, I can see how everyone is doing diverse things, for some reason there's a lot of couples and I'm feeling lonely, just a bit, but like a miracle, Andi appears with Walker right in front of me, well not that close, you know what I mean.

They're giggling and I sincerely don't know why, but it just took a few seconds to notice that a puppy it's eating my ice cream. Great, amazing, just what I needed. They're closer this time, they both are smiling at me and, of course, I smile back at them.

"I really hope that your ice cream wasn't that delicious," says Andi looking at the puppy.

"You can ask this little friend if you want to know" I keep smiling, why be mad? Puppies are adorable. "Hello Walker"

"Hey, Cyrus, who's your ice cream friend?" he smiles. Well, I can see what Andi sees on him, he's really nice, and his smile is dreamy. Good job Andi.

"Honestly, I don't know" I can notice their hands, yeah, they were painting.

"So, Cyrus," says Andi. "Do you want to join us? We're going to The Spoon"

"Without Buffy?" I ask.

"Yeah, she's working"

"Oh yeah, I forgot that," I say a little confused by my own words. Man, I'm always confused, but begin confused for something that I said it's pretty new.

Just like magic, because I don't recall when I said that I was going with them, we're on our way to The Spoon, this is going to be fun, I'm just going to be the third wheel, but that's ok, that happens a lot.

TJ’s POV

My new ask is a little risky, but, what's life without risk?

I'm on my way to Amber's house, we're going to celebrate her birthday, I made her a sketch, I hope she likes it, well I bought her some makeup too and I wrote a birthday card with Reed and Lester, the card it's too great, too funny, we are actually geniuses. Also, I'm going to do in a drawing for the woman who had Simon in her house last night, I'm going to draw her, her husband and her daughter, I just can't decide if it's a great idea to add her daughter's friends, why I don't use their names? Buffy, Andi, and Cyrus, just like the first three letters of the alphabet, that's curious.

Reed and Lester are waiting in the same place as usual; when they see my car it seems like they see the most beautiful thing in the world, I'm going to be honest, my car is too old and awful, but when they open the door everything makes sense, it's too cold, but these idiots are dressed like they were on the beach in the sunniest day. They get into the car fast and close the door.

"Dude it's freezing," says Reed while he was putting the belt on.

"I know" I inspect his clothes again, this time closer. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"I look amazing, right?" he winks.

"You look like..."

"An idiot," says Lester in the backseat. "I can't believe you messed up my clothes Reed"

"We look great" Reed makes an expression a little, well, too Reed.

"What happened to your clothes?" I ask Lester.

"Well, Reed went for some coffee, and you can imagine what happened later man"

"Well, it was Lester's fault," Reed is looking at him through the mirror. "You wanted that coffee"

"Yeah, but I wanted to drink the coffee, I never said that I wanted you to say something so stupid to the waiter"

"Who found the new clothes?"

"I don't know why I'm friends with you two guys," I shake my head and smile at them.

They stop fighting, and Lester asks me about the new chapter of the fanfic, maybe that was a mistake. I mean, I loved the chapter so much, I even sent an ask to the writer again, just like the other time, trying to flirt via Tumblr I think, but for Reed, I'm so sorry for him, but I'm going to talk about the fanfic the whole road. Shady Side is not that big, that's a good and bad thing; good because Amber's house is too near, but it's bad because I need more than seven minutes to talk about the chapter. It's a kind of lucky day for Reed, he's not going to hear me more time.

We are finally outside Amber's house, and Reed sends her a message.

'We're here! and we're waiting'

Amber appears, and she looks different, I mean more than just friends going to eat somewhere in celebration for her birthday looks like she was getting ready to go to a party, and the only party I have knowledge is Marty's party in two days.

"Hey, guys" she smiles. Amber looks great, she looks exactly like a celebrity.

"Happy birthday to our queen!" we say at unison.

"We have cool presents for you, your highness," says Reed doing something like a strange reverence.

"Let's go, we'll take you to the restaurant you want," says Lester while he opens the door.

She gets in the car and smiles thanking us.

"Where do you want to go?" asks Reed.

"The Spoon! I haven't been there in a while"

Actually, none of us have been in The Spoon in months, we're always searching for new places to eat some good food.

Cyrus’ POV

I'm talking about how much I ship Byler to Andi and Walker, but they are actually just confused, and god I almost mention my fanfic a couple minutes ago. I know that I should already tell my friends about my fanfic, and my secret admirer, but I'm not prepared for doing that. Having a long talk about why I write a fanfic or why I didn't told them before, or how amazing is that someone has a crush on me, or if I know who is my secret admirer and all those stuff that I don't want to answer, not yet.

Now Andi is staring at Walker like a freak, a cute one. Walker is just drinking his milkshake trying not to make eye contact with Andi. I'm waiting for someone familiar to appear and save me from this scene. There, there is my savior.

"Hey JB!" I yell when I see Jonah after he opens the door of The Spoon.

"Cyrus! Andi! And the guy who I don't know, hello!" he smiles, the charming smile.

"Jonah, Uhm he's my friend Walker," says Andi introducing Walker.

"Walker? Nice name! I'm Jonah Beck" he sits next to me, thank you, Jonah. "And... what's your last name?" asks Jonah to the dreamy artist, or at least for Andi and him, they both look like 'I.THINK.I.HAVE.A.NEW.CRUSH'

"Brodsky, I'm Walker Brodsky" he smiles at Jonah, actually that smile is different.

After all the 'Hello Jonah' and 'Hello Walker' everything is going great, they're making jokes and laughing. I'm forgetting something important, really important, I haven't replied to my secret admirer's ask. I don't have too many ideas, it's hard to get the perfect answer, I mean, he already has a crush on me, I don't want to mess that.

Did I just say he? What makes me think that this person is a guy? I must be really crazy... or lonely, for some reason I feel like a third wheel, and we're four.

Walker is doing a beautiful drawing in a napkin. I'm not an expert but man, he's too good at drawing, again, heart eyes from Andi and... Jonah? Is that possible, Jonah Beck is impressed in a romantic way? Walker my friend you should come every day with us to The Spoon.

"Cyrus is that the guy we saw earlier?" Andi whispers near to me.

"Uhm I think so" I look back at him, he's with some friends. "Why we care about him?" I say to Andi.

"Well it's the first time I see him here" she is doing 'The Andi Mack expression'. "And we technically live here"

"Uhm maybe he wanted some good food and milkshakes?"

"What are we talking about?" Jonah and Walker whisper at the same time.

I don't know what to say, it's time for the best and the only thing that my brain can think at the moment.

"I was telling Andi about the amazing photo I bought, Mike and Will look so in love in that one"

Jonah and Walker are extremely confused, even Andi is confused. I just save us, I mean, save us from talking about how Buffy and Andi convinced me to go the three of us to investigate a strange noise in Buffy's backyard, and how we found a cat, how I took pictures of the cat, how we found the owner later, and that the owner is right here in The Spoon, sitting with his friends just a couple tables apart, yeah, Andi should be grateful.

TJ’s POV

We're finally in The Spoon, Amber is taking pictures of Reed doing something stupid, he's always doing something stupid I'm not impressed.

Lester is talking about the new chapter, I'm just listening to him, it's funny how he talks about the fanfic and how I talk about the fanfic; he's so calm when he talks about it, and I look like if I was trying to explain a conspiracy theory, huge difference.

While Lester is still talking with me, Amber and Reed order everything, even four pieces of cake, I'm not going to lie, they ordered a lot of food.

"When are you two going finally to stop talking about your fanfic," says Reed trying to put a lot of napkins in his head.

"Never," I say to him.

"Maybe when it's finally over?" says Lester to us.

"What makes you think I'm going to stop talking about it when it's over?"

We all laugh and the food arrives while Reed has two straws on his mouth, the waitress just put the food on our table. Amber laughs of Reed and then she starts eating. Lester grabs some baby taters and turns to talk with me, we're still talking about the fanfic, I almost tell him about the asks I sent to the writer, and the little crush I have on the writer.

When I'm going to tell them? I think I prefer this to be a secret, is better, the asks are my secret, my crush is a secret and the best part, my friends can't make fun of me.

Cyrus’ POV

After saving Andi and me from explaining all the cat situation, Walker invited us to see some of his paintings, In the whole road I thought it was going to be cool, but at this moment, I'm standing here, actually admiring them, they're the most amazing thing I ever seen in my life, this boy has some talent.

You can tell by Jonah's face that maybe he's even more impressed than me right now.

"So, guys, you like my art?"

"Absolutely!" I say to him. "You're really talented"

"You are a genius," says Jonah. "I felt a lot of emotions looking at this one" he smiles.

"Thank you guys" he smiles.

Jonah, Andi, and Walker are talking about every color Walker used on his paintings, actually, Jonah knows what to say, he knows what he's doing. I'm on my phone, checking my Tumblr and answering the anonymous ask courtesy of my 'secret admirer', I'm a little insecure about what I'm writing.

I've been thinking about how it looks my 'secret admirer', is a guy or a girl? Is he or she tall or not? Is he or she older or not? Is a cute guy? I'm begging for him to being a guy. I'm not saying this in a romantic way, of course not, I'm saying this in the most friendly way, I want and I need more friends and who knows? if I ever meet my 'secret admirer' maybe we could be friends or more than friends, like best friends, that's what I meant.

What I was talking before all the mess I made? Yeah, I was talking about the ask, well, I was talking about my answer, it's a pretty cool one, or confusing one, or the worst. Oh, 'secret admirer' you made a bad decision.

TJ’s POV

"We're just four, how you make a party with four people?" says Reed pointing at us.

"Reed please, we don't need a hundred people, we only need each other," says Amber.

Amber is right, we can have a party with just us, that's why we're friends.

"Why you want a party with three boring guys when you have a party in two days with Marty, who is one of the most popular people we know" actually, Reed has a point.

"Then, tell me what are we going to do, because I'm getting a little bored" by another part Amber has a point too.

"We can cook some cookies"

I don't understand how but Reed won, now we are making cookies for Amber and her family. I'm enjoying this, even Amber is enjoying this, she's taking pictures of us and throwing chocolate chips to Reed, let's be honest, he can be annoying sometimes, so he obviously deserves the chocolate chips in his face. I check my phone, maybe my mom sent me some messages, but she didn't, now I'm opening my Tumblr, just to check anything new, like what's new with the writer, the writer is not just talented at writing fanfics, the writer is always making cool posts, he's funny in so many ways. Well if the writer is a guy, in my mind the writer is a guy, in my heart, the writer is a guy, my radar tells me that the writer is a guy.

'Is your way special? Definitely. I was waiting for your ask, I hope this becomes more usual. Love, Bylerspotter'

That's it, that's my end, I'm deceased, he was waiting for my ask!. Oh God. HE.WAS.WAITING.FOR.MY.ASK.

That's definitely something I can't share with my friends, they don't even know I send him asks, I can feel how my face draws a smile, bad idea brain, bad idea.

"Are you texting with someone interesting?" Amber gives a look over my shoulder.

"What? No!" I block my phone. Oh no my cheeks feel like they're on fire.

"Teej, are you blushing?" Reed grabs my cheeks.

"Don't do that again Reed" I pull apart his hands. "And I'm not blushing... I was just smiling"

"I bet you're reading the chapter again," says Lester while he eats some chocolate chips.

"Teej if there's someone, you can tell us, or at least you can tell me" Amber winks at me.

"You know what?" I leave my phone on the table. "We should bake some muffins, I love muffins" I smile at them. I hope you're happy now writer.

Cyrus’ POV

We're at my house this time, another sleepover.

Buffy came with Andi after the first one ended her turn at the work. I left Andi with Jonah and Walker when I received a message from my dad, it was my turn to help him with the dinner, spaghetti, great choice, but I'm not the best chef. I know my two best friends love the spaghetti night at my house, that's why we're having another sleepover. I love them but having them in my house when I should be writing and dreaming about what could be the next ask from my 'secret admirer' turns things a little uncomfortable.

The girls are talking in my room, I have a couple of ideas of what could be the topic, maybe, Walker and Marty. Buffy doesn't talk too much about him, she only does it when Andi is there, perhaps she feels free to do it, I mean her best friend talks about the guy she likes, yeah I get it, Andi technically encourages her to talk about Marty.

Again, I don't have anyone to talk about or anything to talk about, I'm more the friend who gives their other friends advice related with guys.

"Cyrus," says Andi while she's looking at her plate. "We were talking about how you have no one, I mean you don't have a crush" I was wondering when she was going to tell me something like that.

"What about Jonah?" says Buffy.

"Never" I drink some water.

"And the cat boy? What was his name?" ANDI.ARE.YOU.SERIOUS?

"TJ!" yells Buffy.

"Yeah, he's cute, don't you think so?" Andi, please!

"Why are we talking about this?"

"We want to know if there's something or someone we ignore," says Buffy.

Here's my dilemma I can tell them that there's 'someone' but lying and tell them that I just have seen him in the park or tell them the truth about my 'secret admirer' or tell them that there's no one. In the first case, it's a bad idea, they could go to the park every day just to find who my non-existence crush is, bad idea; in the second case, actually, I can hear all the questions about who is my 'secret admirer' from Tumblr; and finally in the third case everything stays in calm, no questions, no crazy friends who will want to go to the park to see your non-existence crush, yeah, I prefer the last one.

After telling them that there's no one, I decided to check my phone, that was a wrong move, my 'secret admirer' sent me another ask, and now I'm smiling. Cyrus stop. No, Cyrus. Don't smile.

"If there's no one why are you smiling at your phone?" asks Buffy.

Yeah, I'm in trouble.

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DID theory part 3: St novels/comics/spotify list analyses

*read part 2 of DID theory-first! You’ll be lost otherwise, seriously XD. First, I’ll say -I find the ST comics/ books as canon as the st movie inspirations . I don’t consider the books/comics ‘literal canon’ (cause they contradict the show ( like Max and billy meeting a year before s2 in runaway max - but meeting as little kids in s3, or El’s age being wrong in suspicious minds, in the d&D comic Will’s friends instead of him /Jonathan building castle byers, etc) .

So I think we shouldn’t take it literally - but more like the st movie lists - filled with foreshadowing/symbolism and other eastereggs (That the Duffers may have told them to add). So here’s some more (possible) alter / DID hints...

‘Suspicious minds’ novel

- Brenner equates k*lling rabbits to h*rting kids. And he’ll hurt (kid) Kali (the bunny in the analogy) if Terry tries running away from him . I wonder if Lonnie used a similar threat against jonathan? Jon could be giving only a partial truth to why he cried for a week (about the bunny story)?

-Kali “hops” like a bunny then talks about tigers obsessively (linking her to rabbits/tigers similar to the other alters/Will/Lonnie). Terry also imagines tigers and kali says to Alice they can all be tigers together.

- one of the only male psychic experiments (who can see the future) is gay

- Terry is into lord of the rings, like Will. Has her and her boyfriend dress as sam & frodo (m/m ship). Terry calls her and her friends “the fellowship”.

-when Terry/Alice were injected with d**gs -they hallucinated rainbows.yikes.

- Alice (like Lonnie) is a car mechanic. She can see the future like Will the wise and says “monsters of course my mind has them as long as they stayed in there, everything would be alright? Wouldn’t it?” (in her visions she saw the demogorgan).

(completed) graphic ST novels (by Jody Hozer) so far (+ other st comics).

*Jody Hozer writes all the graphic novels (every novel is 4 chapters each) - the will byers comic, number 6 comic , into the fire comic, and at the moment she’s writing the d&d series and the summer camp series (which isn’t done yet). Then there’s the occasional 1 chapter st comics not written by her.

- Number 6 has (the ability to foresee the future like Will the wise/Alice) and has an ab*sive dad.

When having a nightmare of the demogorgan ...she says as she wakes up “screw you dad” (another hint the demogrgan -aka in d&d means ‘deep father’ ...is Lonnie).

- when number 6 and others run they say they’re’ “rabbiting”(which yes technically makes sense but I found such an uncommon phrase odd.)

- The (summer camp and d&d graphic novels aren’t completed yet) but they establish d&d creatures are based off real life people the boys don’t like in real life. Or that d&d is used as an outlet to explain true events from their pasts -but they just give the true stories a d&d fantasy slant.

- Which brings me to the halloween oneshot(not by Hozer),taking place before s1. Will tells a scary story told to him by Jonathan, and originally told to him by Lonnie. Says the boys have to keep it a secret cause it was something he was never supposed to tell to anyone. Mike says he has to finish the story he started. It’s about a “ch*lld-eater” monster first attacking a boy near the quarry (like where Will was found) and attacking kids in a library (where Will was also found in s1).When the child sees the sheriff she bangs on the library door begging for help-he ignores her , walks away, and tells the other cops to never speak of what they saw as she screams for help. Because the previous sheriff was in kahoots with the monster. It def had some ... uh questionable imagery too 0_0

The vine in the mouth is also like the one in Will’s mouth (when Joyce found him in the library).And of course Dustin asks whether or not something like that could be covered up.

- In the “bully comic” (about troy) also not by Jody. We focus on Troy and his ab*sive dad (who encourages him to fight/ditch his best friend). The dad has a drinking problem (gets fired), calls Troy a “mess” , pushes him, and constantly encourages Troy to be vi*lent/macho. He pretty much tries sabotaging the relationship Troy has with his friend (which I could see Lonnie doing in the future with byler).The dad/troy is framed similarly to when Billy gives Max a ride home- after both ab*sers give bad advice saying not to hang out with their friend (after witnessing them fight in the school parking lot). Dad also laughs about almost k*lling a squirrel (a trait we see troy mimic)- and we see El feel guilty about k*lling a squirrel in s2. At the end of the comic- Troy (like Will) after making up with his bff james- moves leaving his best friend behind.

- (into the fire) Twins: (one was normal with no powers living in the real world and the twin with fire powers is trapped in a dark sunless “cold” world styled like a psych facility/medieval fantasy) . pics in link.She hated her reflection cause it reminded her of being betrayed by her normal non powered twin who left her behind in the ‘cold’ place. She’d call herself a ‘hunter’ who would defend herself and attack others to never be hurt again. Her powers being unleashed were described like opening “a door.” And she loves her twin deep down and just wants friends . And fire twin goes to the “other side” to reunite with her reflection and find happiness in the real world. *also there’s sunflower/bunny symbols which she lights on fire-which can relate back to Will/Terry/Lonnie etc. The twins = Will & Will the wise (mf)

Mirrors also connect to Will and Will the wise via the canon spotify playlists too.

Will playlist (song: mirror in the bathroom)-Mirror in the bathroom Please talk free.The door is locked -Just you and me.Mirror in the bathroom recompense for all my crimes of self defense.Cures you whisper make no sense!Drift gently into Mental illness.

Demogorgan playlist ( from perspective of Will the wise aka the mf) (song: are you dead yet? )-”polluted soul through a mirror I behold.Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor. tearing me apart. but I don't care anymore.Should I regret or ask myself are you dead yet?Wake up, don't cry. Regenerate to deny the truth. The fiction you live in blindfolds your eyes. Disclosure, self loathing, this time you've gone too far.Or could it be, my nemesis, that you are me?

(*st ‘into the fire’ comic. the fire powered twin’s thoughts echo the song)

*I think this foreshadows the later plot points of mf (will the wise ) and Will interacting via mirrors. The fire-wielding twin and the non powered twin had a lot of mirror imagery. Including the fire powered twin (Who denies reality/and imagines herself in a fantasy world) punching her reflection because it reminds her of her non-powered twin. Here’s some cover art from the novels showing how much they emphasize mirrors.

*And in s4 movies Black swan - “the black and white swan twins (two halves of the same person-Nina)” had creepy mirror imagery. In long kiss goodnight the women with DID talks to her “ (supposed)dark 1/2″ via a mirror (in a dream). in ‘the visit’ the teen girl who’s dad abandoned her when young- refuses to look in the mirror (and it’s never explained why she hates her reflection). So yes I think we’ll see this in s4 or 5. We already see the mf take on the appearance of Billy when talking to him.

- Will in “zombie boy” comic is afraid he’s a monster.

also lets appreciate the lil byler moment of Mike and Will being the only zombies and mike comforting him. honestly , though, the characters were pretty out of character for most of this 1 ch comic (until the end) tbh.

- in the “d&d comic” mf is (possibly) described as a “protector” (aka like how i said the mf is probably a perpetrator alter- which are misguided protectors).

*update now that it’s finished... hinting Will created everything subconsciously.

‘Runaway Max’ novel (before s3)

(I didn’t get time to read this book unlike ‘suspicious minds’ -so can’t show screen shots of everything others talked about. May read it eventually)

-Max compares Billy to ‘her monster’ and a ‘shadow’ that will attack anyone that comes close (mf parallel).

- Dart k*lled a cat, El’s papa tried to force her to k*ll a cat. And Billy when seeing a d*ad cat lights it on fire for a “viking funeral”. A connection to WW (who has fire powers) and El & dart.

-Max and Billy both are into cars and bond over fixing them (similar to Lonnie’s interest in fixing up cars). And since Lonnie tried to brag to Jonathan about fixing a car up and Will is into tech it wouldn’t be a stretch that Lonnie and Will were into fixing cars together (like Max/billy who would hang out at a autoshop in Cali) . Similar to Will ,max says hanging with Billy wasn’t always so bad- which made things more confusing to her.

- Max compares Billy being beat up by Neil: to ‘punching a pocket of a baseball glove’. This is interesting since this book was pre-s3 which was when they established the connection of billy and his dad to baseball (similar to s1 saying Lonnie taught Will baseball).

-Billy’s friend is a nice ‘music snob’ . He tries distracting Max with music while Billy is burning the cat. Which reminds me of Jonathan trying to distract Will from their parents fighting in the next room-with music

- Max’s bio dad is a criminal who takes her to shady bars, and Max fears he’d ‘get bored of her’. Max also ran away from her mom to her dad’s 2x.Which reminds me of Jonathan thinking Will ran to Lonnie’s in s1.

-Max mentions how Billy misses his friends after moving out of Cali. And he starts acting even worse-after the move. Which will probably be the case for Will (at least a bit) when moving to California.

-Billy tells Max Neil isn’t his ‘real dad’ either because Neil can’t be a father to anyone.

-Billy also tells Max who (at the time ) is 12 years old not to act “easy” and breaks her best friend’s (Nate’s) arm over someone joking he was Max’s boyfriend and also cause Nate tried to get in between Billy bullying Max. Eventually all her Cali friends ditch her cause they’re afraid of Billy.And Ugh- why could I see Lonnie doing something like this in the future with Will/his new friends.

- Creepily Max says Billy doesn’t fool around with her like other girls not because of her age or being family. But cause she wasn’t ‘attractive’. This whole excerpt gave me the heeby jeebies,on so many levels, honestly. Almost like he’s jealous- and controlling her cause he doesn’t want Max to have any love interests. Maybe i’m just missing the context? But ugh... excerpt:

Will byers secret Files

-Hopper gets scared by a pumpkin-scarecrow. And in Will’s canon journal when talking about the mindflayer and his nightmares draws the same scare-crow , Hopper saw. There’s also a lot of s4-5 foreshadowing in the book... but that’s a post for another day.

Darkness on the edge of town (Hopper novel)

*didn’t get time to read this (except the preview)

I think it’s more foreshadowing for future seasons though- cult/supposed ritual k*llings, people being wrongly blamed for those crimes-like the hellfire club , most likely. (similar to the guy number 3 in the number 6 comic) saint john in the novel also has the same brain control powers as 3- similar to the mf. .” When a blackout plunges the boroughs into chaos, Hopper must escape the the mobs in the streets to make sure his family is safe and stop Saint John from fulfilling his prophecy.” I already talked about here- how the next few seasons would start having more religious symbolism/a future apocalypse (based on what we’ve seen in the show/s4 movies). Although, i think there’s quite a few differences between (the novel’s) saint john and Will the wise. Hopper is also a star wars nerd like the boys (alter hint)

Canon spotify songs (posted after s2/before s3) hinting at DID/ alter /lonnie stuff-

Will and Will the wise (aka the mf) being an alter

*Used Will and the demogorgan playlist (which i think has perspectives of Will the wise aka the mf, demogorgan, and Lonnie).

Besides the mirror songs previously mentioned...

Will (cold inside)-Doctor the problem's in my chest.My heart feels cold as ice but it's anybody's guess?Doctor can you help me cause I don't feel right?Better make it fast before I change my mind. Doctor can you help me cause I don't feel right?Better make it fast before I change my mindWell it's cold, cold, cold, cold inside. Darker in the day than the dead of night Cold, cold, cold, cold inside...Counselor give me some advice Tell me how hard will I fall if I live a double life?

El (ghost)-your ghost, the ghost of you.It keeps me awake.My friends had you figured out.Yeah they saw what's inside of you. You tried hiding another you.But your evil was coming through... living in the shade Your cold heart makes my spirit shake.

El (monster Lead me home)-I don't know what, what I was afraid of, I was afraid oooof...Monster take me somewhere...We walk in shadow.Monster lead me home.Where there is no place to hide.Stranger on the other side We walk in shadow.Monster lead me home.

The’ innerworld’/ other hints Max, El, Hopper, and Billy are alters of Will’s

Max (Logical song)-I know it sounds absurd. Please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am?

EL(Buzzcut season)-I remember when your head caught flame It kissed your scalp and caressed your brain ...nothing's wrong when nothing's true. I live in a hologram with you Where all the things that we do for fun . Play along (make-believe it's hyper real) But I live in a hologram with you.

Billy (broken bones)-Broken bones.Stay alone. If I see only what I believe -reality's bound by what I conceive

Max (Why can’t i touch it)-Well, it seems so real.I can see it.And it seems so real-I can feel it.And it seems so real-I can taste it.And it seems so real-I can hear it.So why can't I touch it?

Hopper (breakers)-Just to keep me from losing my mind .It's so easy to drown in the dream.Oh, and everything is not what it seems This life is but a dream.Shatter illusions that hold your spirit down ...From the inside, so it seems.Oh, I'm telling you it's all a dream It's all a dream It's all a dream It's all a dream It's all a It's all a dream.”

Max (comfortably numb)-When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye.I turned to look but it was gone.I cannot put my finger on it now.The child is grown.The dream is gone.I have become comfortably numb.

Max (Kids aren’t alright)-Still it's hard Hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams...What the hell is going on? The cruelest dream, reality.

El(team)-Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams. And you know we're on each other's team

Hopper (denial twist) ( just change ‘she’ to ‘he’)-Just because she makes you feel wrong she don't mean to be mean or hurt you on purpose, boy!Take a tip and do yourself a little service...by playing a different role Ya, by playing a different role, oh.The boat ya you know she's rockin' it.And the truth well ya know there's no stoppin' it.So what, somebody left you in a rut and wants to be the one who's in control.But the feeling that you're under can really make you wonder.How the hell she can be so cold?So now you're mad, denying the truth.And it's getting in the wisdom in the back of your tooth

El (the story)-You see the smile that's on my mouth.It's hiding the words that don't come out.And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed.They don't know my head is a mess.No they don't know who I really am.And they don't know what I've been through

El (hero) ( pretty much alludes to El being a construct of Will’s mind similar to his juju zombies in the d&d story he wrote )-Who knows what you'll find when you look inside (billy’s mind)?Haunted beach (billy flashback), roll the dice.The zombies in the corner aren't amused (d&d ref).Play the part of the blushing bride...Out of view, cloaked by night...My spirit dims, but I feel the force"No longer in my hands," (loses powers) .I say to you .I could've been a hero, I could've been a zero.Could've been all these thingsI could've been nothing, I could've had something.Could've been all these things.And if I am unable, tell him that I'll try but underneath the table will spin the wheel and hope for gold. Oh, and where it stops, nobody knows.

Max (it’s real)-I don't know who's behind the wheel.Sometimes I feel like I don't know The deal.But when I tell you how I feel-Believe me when I say It's real.I skated on a frozen Sea.It's real as far as I Can see?

Max (Halloween)-Because your role is planned for you there's nothing you can do.

El (White rabbit... alice and wonderland/lonnie ref)-And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall...When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead.

demogrogan(Dimensions of horror)-Gaze upon the ancient face you dread (lonnie)... Passing through the doors, into Dimensions Of Horror. Haunting visions from the past, rise once more.Realms of darkness, terror, death and gore.Scream in fear, your sanity is lost

demogorgan (SCHORCHED)-Terrorizing madness. Vivid dreams. internal. Hallucinating the unknown. Abstract entities prey.Through superhuman abilities.Fragments of memory erased.

demogrogan (Calling from a dream)-the shadow king...seven spirits (7 ref) Swarming around his head.Close your eyes.Listen to my call. Our bond will bring us together again.I will wait for you. For our hearts still beat as one.Listen to my calling from a dream. (integration?)

Maybe a coincidence or a hint at Will having both male &female alters?Billy (dude looks like a lady)- What a funky lady...Oh, he was a lady.Dude looks like a lady. Hopper (turn the page)-All the same old cliches,"Is that a woman or a man?" Max ( rebel rebel) (this was on her her pre s3 spotify list + post s3 “wrapped list”)- you got your mother in a whirl, doesn’t know if you’re a boy or girl?

SHIT DAD/ AB*SIVE FAMILY

*trigger w*rning ahead for dark themes like s**ual ab*se

demogorgan (my children)My children I never loved them.Why feel that way when their existence is my business?My children...feral vessals of my selfinterest...So don't lean on me man 'Cause I ain't got nothing to give.Don't lean on me man 'Cause I ain't got nothing to give.My children they're right behind you My children they're gonna beat you.My children if you let them Oh, oh, my children.

demogorgan (black dahlia-window): I’m not quoting the lyrics you can just look it up. it’s messed up.Based on the 1st person pov of Gilles de Rais -k**ler and p*d*rest who also kidnapped a cleric.

Will (creature comfort)-Some boys hate themselves.Spend their lives resenting their fathers... hate their bodies .Stand in the mirror (another mirror ref) and wait for the feedback.Some boys get too much, too much love, too much touch.

Jonathan’s Playlist- We’re happy family: “Eating refried beans (poverty). Gulpin’ down Thorazines (pills for a mood disorder). We ain’t got no friends (s2 ref). Our troubles never end. Daddy likes men. Daddy’s telling LIES.”

Jonathan’s playlist-Enter sandman: “Don’t forget my son. Sleep with one eye open. Gripping your pillow tight, Exit light, Enter night. Take my hand, we’re off to never-never land. Something’s wrong, shut the light, heavy thoughts tonight. Dreams of LIARS and of things that will bite, yeah. Hush little baby don’t say a word, and never mind that noise you heard. It’s just the beasts under your bed, in your closet in your head.”

Jonathan (The killing moon-guy sings this)-So soon you'll take me up in your arms. Too late to beg you or cancel it. Against your will!He will wait until you give yourself to him...In starlit nights I saw you.So cruelly you kissed me... unwillingly mine.

jonathan (haunted)-You and I both know that the house is haunted And you and I both know that the ghost is me. You used to catch me in your bed-sheets just a-rattling your chains.Well back then , it didn't seem so strange...In the midnight hour..I was busy trying to charm that snake. When the sun came up we had no place to hide...You and I both know that the house is haunted yeah you and I both know that the ghost is YOU! You used to walk around screaming, all slamming all 'dem doors Well I'm all grown up now and I don't scare easy no more But you and I both know.

Hopper (Confession)-Now I'm on the low Confession, to a virgin ghost Admission, force you know.

hopper (Tomorrow ) Yeah, and back when s*x and amph*tamines were the staples of our childhood physique.

Max (Last caress)-I got something to say.I k**led your baby today.And it doesn't matter much to me.As long as it's de*d.Well I got something to say.I r*ped your mother today.And it doesn't matter much to me.As long as she spread. (Lonnie pov? Neil?messed up song to be on Max’s list)

hopper House of the rising sun- And my father was a gamblin' man Way down in New Orleans... And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk

Max Poor relations-An attitude, no patience, he's paper thin.Talking over everything you have to say...Don't correct the things he said, what's the use?Can't handle violence.Can't handle violence.Learning to love the abuse you can't live without.Your familiar oppression, your daily injustice...That loser man that belongs to you, he's ruling you.

el (sweet dreams are made of this)- Some of them want to use you ...Some of them want to ab*se you.Sweet dreams are made of this...Hold your head up.Keep your head up, movin' on.

Max (Alternative ulster)-They say they're a part of you.And that's not true, you know.They say they've got control of you.And that's a lie, you know.They say you will never Be free, free, free

max In bloom-”Sometimes at night I let it get to me.And last night it had me down and feeling NUMB...And thinking back upon those days Way way back when I was young.I was such a little shit.Cos I was always on the run.Well you know just what they say-Just like father then like son.Don't delude me with your sympathy.Cos I can do this on my own.And this will be the last time-That I break down and wanna crawl to bed. “(since Billy has a playlist I found this song choice being on hers instead of his interesting- in fact almost all of Max’s songs are from the 1st person perspective of a boy unlike the other gals.)

Max (comfortably numb)-The child is grown.The dream is gone.I have become comfortably NUMB.

hopper (numb)-Honey, here I go again Down that crooked road of sin.My momma locked me out again And hung me high to rust under the rain I am NUMB( 8x)....Little bluebird at my window Sing a pretty song for me Don't you know that you can fly, fly, fly away Don't you know that you can leave I am numb.

other psych songs

Hopper (life of sin)-Every morning when I rise I look in the mirror (another mirror ref) and despise the sight of everything and all that I've become. The level of my medicating some might find intimidating But that's alright cause' it don't bother me none.

Max (Moon over marin)- “Dive in my scalding wooden tub (connects to mf/el)...There, wasn't that a nice visit?Don't forget, a psychiatrist is on duty twenty-four hours a day in the blue room...Drink plenty of water when you take these.Now you can relax.” ( I wonder if stranger writers saying to “drink plenty of water” is secretly a line said by a psych person in s4?)

Max (Feeling ok)-My doctor says that I should take it -At least I won't have to keep faking.I know, someday I'll find it-Where I, I least expect it.Today I know I feel ok.

Max ( Going gets tough)-.No home since the fire.Me and the ash can't settle down...So I sink another round-Placebo for pain.And there's no one for to blame . I refuse to accept-That my work is all in vain...Still always remembering .When the going gets tough .That the labor of our love-Will reward us soon enough.

Max (Comfortably numb)-Hello? (Hello? Hello? Hello?)Is there anybody in there?Just nod if you can hear me.Is there anyone home?Come on now-I hear you're feeling down.Well I can ease your pain .Get you on your feet again.Relax // Now I've got that feeling once again.I can't explain . you would not understand.This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb.I have become comfortably numb //Okay (okay, okay, okay)Just a little pinprick.There'll be no more, ah .But you may feel a little sick.Can you stand up?I do believe it's working, good.That'll keep you going through the show.Come on it's time to go// Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

Explanations of Why the mf (WIll the wise)behaves the way he does

demogorgan (ww) (Cowards starved)- friends think of me as a priest.I had to show them that the weakest hands Can still make impressive fires. (aka MF = will the wise)

demogorgan (ww) (Unmerciful):I will be reborn...Tranquil demeanor.Now devoured.Surfacing malice...I can't reconcile the torment others bring unto me.I will not take any reproach.Turning the other cheek.Relentless hatred consumes.Control released.Absolved of all compassion.I am free .Look into my hate filled eyes and tell me What do you see?Surging aura of my rage Paralyzing you in fear.

Demogorgan (ww) (bodies-Beaten why for (why for)?Can't take much more.(Here we go, here we go, here we go).One, nothing wrong with me,Two, nothing wrong with me.Three, nothing wrong with me.Four, nothing wrong with me.One, something's got to give.Two, something's got to give.Three, something's got to give now...You're all by yourself but you're not alone...Driven by hate consumed by fear.

demogrgan (ww)-Orbs used as transmitters carry electromagnetic beams from above (affecting magnetic fields in the show).Silence, manipulated, tortured ...How immune is your system of suffering?Its in the blood of suffering (familial ref).Its in the blood.

Demogrgan (Monster)-I shoot the lights out..Whoa, just another lonely night...None of who you get it, ain't nobody cold as this.A zombie (will ref) with no conscience .Everybody knows I'm a motherfucking monster. Everybody wanna know what my Achilles' heel is? Love I don't get enough of it.

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