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paradise-yuna · 2 years
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I can’t😆I can’t anymore 😆😆
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koogell · 7 months
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After 20 hours of hand cramping up we got byler on skates‼️
Some things to note:
- Will wears a freitag bag !!
- Will has a Crown keycharm and Mike has a heart one
- Mike is on Quads while Will uses inlines cause they are more stable and I imagine that Mike can't balance himself very well
- They are very Warm and Cool coded when it comes to clothes like in season 4 🤭
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axquiva · 1 year
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I love the Sinclair siblings. They were on some shit this season. Erica making that roll and Lucas making that basket. Like they fr slayed this whole season.
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piliharrington · 1 year
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Lucas: Mike isn't asnwering his phone.
Will: I'll call.
Dustin: Lucas and I have both tried six times, what makes you thi-
Mike: Hello?
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liightsnow · 9 months
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Steves that dude who just completely forgets to tell people his hobbies and interests. Literally to the point where there's been multiple times one of the kids go over to his place (because of course he gave those fuckers keys) and just see him doing an assortment of random shit they never knew he did.
Dustin walked in on him playing the piano- which was very confusing since Steve had said multiple times that it was 'honestly just for show'. Another time he was looking through Steve dresser and found out that this man collects stamps and postcards??? For some reason???
Max ended up coming over and finding Steve intensely staring at a puzzle that had over 1000 pieces. She didnt say anything, but yes she stole a single piece and didn't tell him. Of course she did.
Will and Mike came over together and found Steve at his dining room table literally drawing a design for a whole ass jacket??? Mike demanded he gets to have one if Steve somehow makes it and Will tentatively asked if he could design his character new clothes.
Lucas came over because Steve was supposed to help him with basketball and walked in on Steve baking fucking bread??? Then he got sent home with said bread
Nancy and Jonathon came over once you find him scrapbooking- which honestly wasn't anything big.. what confused them the most is how the hell Steve took all of these photos with no one noticing
Hopper brought El to ask Steve to watch for for a bit and the door was answered by Steve in half a face of fucking makeup. El immediately demanded Steve do hers aswell.
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hazawhite · 4 months
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In the wind 💙💛
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marinhosh · 7 months
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Byler hands?
ps: I have the headcanon that Will lives with his hands stained with ink, because I live with my hands stained with ink so he will too.
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ijuvian · 2 years
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harry potter au with byler and elmax!
hc mike chose slytherin even though he had a penchant for gryffindor.
max - gryffindor
eleven - hufflepuff just like will (twins vibes)
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xstevex-world · 2 years
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-During stoner night-
Jonathan: I think Will likes Mike…
Argyle: The dude with the fake threads? Really?
Steve: Why Mike!? Lucas is right there!
Eddie: Wheeler? Jesus H Christ that’s so embarrassing, Baby Byers.
Steve: Dustin! Dustin would treat him so much better than Mike could!
Argyle: This is worse then when we had to bury that super secret agent man in the desert.
Jonathan:…thank you all for understanding what I’m going through.
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navnae · 2 years
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Duffer brothers: ok everyone this is your scripts and make sure to really get into character, add anything if necessary!
The cast: 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈
Duffer brothers: wait why are they doing that? STICK TO THE SCRIPT!!!!
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samgelina-jolie · 11 months
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Stranger things + headlines (12/?)
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yellowcrowindustry · 10 months
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My baby 😭💛
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sp0o0kylights · 1 year
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Steve was going to kill Jonathan. 
He had to save the guy’s life first, but once he did, Jonathan was a dead man. 
Skidding around the corner, eyes wild, Steve only slowed down when he could visually confirm that he had in fact, made it in time.
“Whoa, hey.” Jonathan said. startled as Steve nearly crashed into him, dropping the paper plates he was carrying to his backyard. “What’s wrong?” 
“You-” Steve huffed, breath coming out in sharp bursts and man, wasn’t that a sign that he’d been slacking lately on his workouts? “You need to--”
“What’s happening?” Will interrupted, sensing trouble-- and running immediately towards it as always, El trailing behind. “Are you okay?” 
“No.” Steve growled, hands on his knees, glaring up through his hair. “No, I am not okay. Jonathan won’t be either if he doesn’t go inside and stay there for at least the next twenty minutes.” 
He slowly stood, his general fitness allowing him to regain his stamina quickly even if he had been neglecting it. 
‘I’m sorry I ever stopped going on bi weekly runs.’ 
“What?” Jonathan asked, at the same time Will and El said;
“Why?” 
Steve turned his attention to Will, startled to find the kid was almost taller than he was. That was  a train of thought for a different day, because right now he was still focused on keeping Jonathan living and breathing. 
‘The shit I do for these people.’
“You guys remember Gareth?” He said, staring pointedly at Jonathan. 
Ah yes, there was the little wince he was looking for. 
“Gareth?” El asked, voice soft as Will stiffened visibly besides his brother. 
Steve nodded, still glaring Jonathan down. “You know, Gareth. Skipped a grade, Brown hair, part of the Hellfire club, got his ass kicked by Carver’s asshole buddies because he’s super close to Eddie?” 
“Steve--” Will started, staring at him and not at his brother's hunched shoulders, the very first sign of guilt in a Byers. 
(Among many other things, but Steve knew Jonathan better than he knew Will, and those? 
Those were guilty shoulders.) 
“Your brother,” Steve interrupted, making sure the sheer annoyance in his tone came through, “--decided to have a talk with Gareth.”
He  put his hands on his hips, doing his best to communicate ‘you done fucked up’ with his own face. “Eddie found out and is on a rampage.” 
A fact he had been alerted to by Gareth himself, after the poor kid had called him from Eddie’s shiny new government supplied house, begging Steve to stop Eddie before he made the situation worse than it already was.
(Considering Eddie’s paranoia and general protectiveness was still ramped up to a hundred even now, six months after all the Vecna bullshit, Steve didn’t blame Gareth for calling it like it was. 
Eddie absolutely would make things worse.)  
There was a very long pause, in which Steve got a front row seat to several different Byers expressions. 
First was confusion, followed quickly by realization, and then the slow dawning of horror as Will cued in to exactly what his brother had done. 
Meanwhile; Jonathan’s hunched, guilty form took on the look of something a bit more pinched. 
Like a soccer player who had clocked that the ball was in the air, hurtling dead towards his face, and all he could do was stand there and take the hit. 
“Oh.” El said, her head tilted comically, correctly reading her brothers faces. “Gareth is the boy Will has a crush on.” 
She turned to peer Jonathan, Will’s face managing to somehow go redder at his sister's words. 
“The talk Jonathan gave him was like Jim’s talk to Mike.” 
Implied: That talk broke the two of them up. 
Implied: Said talk was now firmly rooted in El’s head as a bad thing. 
Implied: Jonathan was screwed. 
“That’s not good.” She finished calmly, as Will whipped around to confront his brother. 
“What the hell!?” He shrieked, voice cracking right in the middle as Jonathan raised his hands defensively. 
“Look, you’ve been through a lot, and-” He started, only to be immediately interrupted by a furious;  
“That’s not an excuse!” 
Will advanced on him, sticking a pointed finger in Jonathan’s face, a whole tirade of words pouring out of his mouth. “I can’t-I can’t believe you! I told you about Gareth in confidence! You told me I could tell you anything, Jonathan!” 
Steve raised an eyebrow, impressed to find that baby-Byers could actually be intimidating when he wanted to be. 
He was pretty sure it was the height. 
“Scream about it later, get inside now please.” Steve said, trying to cut Will’s attempt on Jonathan’s life off. 
Personally he didn’t care if the guy’s own brother murdered him, he just didn’t need Eddie to catch a charge.
Again. 
The very thought coincided with their time ending, as a furious screech of wheel’s and muffled metal roared into the Byer’s driveway. The car wasn’t even off by the time Steve heard the door slam, Eddie’s stomping footsteps loud enough for Steve to track him as he came around to the backyard. 
“Hey, El?” He said, as he turned to face down his furious boyfriend. “Tell Will I’m on his side for this one, would you?” 
El nodded politely, a smile overtaking her face as she watched Steve match Eddie’s stride, aiming to head his boyfriend off. 
Kid probably knew what he was going to do before he did it, the little shit. 
“Get out of my way, Steve-!” Eddie bit out, stopping only so he could point to where he wanted Steve to move to. 
Sadly for him, Steve had a different plan.
Instead of slowing down, he simply bent at the knees, wrapping his arms around the back of Eddie’s thighs and putting his shoulder firmly in Eddie’s torso. He had to withhold a grunt to do it, the step- to kneel-to carry was not as smooth as it used to be when Steve was in proper shape and throwing girls around like footballs, but he managed to get Eddie over his shoulder anyway. 
“Hey!” His boyfriend squawked, as Steve smoothly continued walking, right back out of the Byer’s backyard, Eddie hanging over his shoulder. 
“Steven Reginald Harrington, put me down right now!” Eddie shrieked, the words only slightly tangled with Will’s own;
“You’re DEAD Jonathan!” 
(and Els’ gentle laugh, of course.) 
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hawkwidows · 10 months
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sobbing……..mike having to hit the brakes on the car suddenly and instinctively shooting his hand out in front of will…….
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penny00dreadful · 10 months
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Brain worm! 🪱 Just a lil silly somethin written in a daze.
Eddie had to wrench the wheel back so he didn't run the fucking van into a tree.
Did he seriously, seriously just see what he thought he just saw?
As soon as there was a gap in the road Eddie swung the van around and pulled into the gas station he had just passed, trying to keep as low a profile as possible.
Which was no mean feat considering the state of his catalytic converter but once he'd pulled up into a dark corner, a glance in the wing mirror told him he hadn't been spotted.
It also told him that, yes. He'd been correct on his initial passing glance. He was actually seeing this shit.
Eddie glanced down at his clothes. Ripped up jeans, his 'Hell Awaits' Slayer t-shirt depicting a giant inverted pentagram, demons and hellfire, chains, rings, leather jacket, battle vest, boots.
Yeah, he looked sufficiently scary.
Night was starting to fall around him so he still went unnoticed as he slid carefully out of the van and made his way over to the two lone figures just barely lit up by the harsh artificial exterior lights.
He planted himself just behind, what looked like, some middle class dad type who was standing just a little too close for comfort.
Eddie crossed his arms and spoke to the second figure barking out in the lowest tone of voice he could muster.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing, young man?"
The middle class dad whipped around. The second his eyes landed on Eddie he had a look on his face like the devil himself had just manifested behind him.
Without a second of wasted time he scampered away, tail between his legs, leaving Mike Wheeler standing there, wide eyed, pale faced and terrified.
Good.
"Edd-" Mike swallowed, slowly backing away as Eddie advanced. "What are you doing here?"
Mike's back hit the wall and Eddie took one more step forward, looming over him. "You don't get to ask questions, Wheeler. You get to answer them. Now I'm only going to ask this one more time: Just what THE FUCK are you doing out here?"
"N-nothing! We were... I was just-"
There was a clatter and some hushed expletives before the rest of The Party appeared around the corner.
"He's not here alone!" Dustin shouted, apparently under the impression that that was going to calm Eddie down in any way at all.
"And you think that makes this better, does it?"
"Yes! Safety in numbers!"
"There is no safety in whatever the hell I just witnessed!" Eddie exploded. "There is no safety in being at a remote gas station on the outskirts of town at night and talking to strange men for whatever reason!"
The kids all looked to be in various stages of shock, clearly not expecting Eddie to lay into them so fiercely but he didn't care. He refused to feel bad for them.
"Tell me, oh braniacs, what would have happened if someone had come along and snatched Little Wheeler up, huh? Would you have chased after the car on your bikes?" He sneered. "How would you have contacted anyone? How long would it take someone to get here? What if one of you had been attacked? Or robbed? Or murdered? What would you have done then?! How could you all be so stupid?"
"It's not stupid! We weren't being stupid!" Dustin shouted back. "We have our walkies-!"
Eddie laughed, cold and mean and so, so angry but Dustin continued to dig his own grave.
"You all never let us try anything! You never give us a sip of beer or a smoke or any of your weed which we know you still have-"
"Watch it, Henderson." His voice was low and dangerous.
"So we were just trying to get someone to buy something for us, that's all!"
"Oh that's all? That's all, is it? And you have money to pay for this purchase?"
Dustin scoffed. "Of course."
"So tell me, what would have happened if someone went in there and bought you your beer but then decided that wasn't payment enough? What would you have done if he started asking or demanding something else?"
"Like what?"
"Oh I don't know, what could a grown man possibly want with a fifteen year old little boy?" Eddie shook his head. "You know what, I'm not having this conversation out here. Get in the van."
"But... our bikes-"
"GET IN THE FUCKING VAN, HENDERSON!"
Eddie observed in stony silence, his face thunderous as the kids all loaded their bikes into the back of the van before they scuttled in themselves, quiet and cowed.
He slammed the drivers side door closed before turning his key in the ignition and pulling out of the gas station, the silence in the car suffocating, bouncing off the walls.
"Um..." They were nearly halfway back to Hawkins by the time Will's small voice cut through the air. "You're not going to tell our parents, are you?"
Eddie looked back at him in the rear view mirror. The kids were all watching his reaction with worry and Eddie refused to drop his anger in the face of Baby Byers. Not this time. Not for this. He had to stay angry because if he stopped being angry he might just lose himself in what if's.
"No. I'm not going to tell your parents."
The kids all sighed in relief, somehow still believing they were being let off the hook.
"But I am going to tell Steve."
The explosion nearly shook the van. The kids were all screaming, begging, nearly crying not to tell him.
"No! No, Eddie, please!"
"You can't tell him, he'll kill us!"
"Yeah, then he'll bring us back from the dead just to kill us again!"
"You can't do this to us!"
"You know what he's like, Eddie! You can't sell us out to him like that!"
"I can and I will!"
"Can you... can you- shit. Can you please tell him, like, gently? So he doesn't freak the fuck out? He's your boyfriend, he'll listen to you!"
"You all are in no position to be asking for favours right now." Eddie brought the car to a stop in the Harrington driveway. "So here's how it's going to go. We are going to go inside. You are going to tell Steve exactly what just happened. Then the two of us are going to explain to you exactly why what you all just pulled was so monumentally dangerous. Whatever he decides to do with you all after that is up to him. He is your babysitter. You all bestowed that title on him. I am just the babysitter's boyfriend. It's out of my hands."
"Oh, but... you could be our babysitter too?" Dustin tried, a clear and pathetic attempt to make the incoming shitstorm go smoother.
"Not a chance, Henderson." Eddie hopped out and made his way around, throwing open the back doors of the van and gesturing to the now open front door where an extremely distinctive swoopy haired silhouette stood. "Go and face your fate."
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