One time I thought of a really funny byler fanfic where it's entirely canon complient, except that just days after the Byers moved, Mike meets some random girl who seems super weird, and it turns out she's a time/dimension traveler from either just plain 2022 or our world 2022 (That was never determined, hut one fo the two. Also, it didn't have to be 2022, I just thought of it in 2022, so...). I called her Brittney
Anyway, they become great friends somehow, and Brittney thinks it would be hilarious if he just... didn't tell the Byers anything about this.
Also, she continues operating as if it's her time/dimension, and she isn't ashamed. She's openly queer, uses her tech, and is just your average, depressed, Gen Z kid with crippling anxiety and an ao3 addiction. Everyone is too scared to bully her about any of these things because she has demonstrated multiple times that she is excellent with many weapons, including many types of polearms+a scythe and crossbows, and one of her writing presontations was a detailed story where a girl killed someone and then detailed her exact method for hiding the body and getting away with it etc.
Anyway, she's just kind of chilling with the Party in Hawkins for S4, and Eddie lives, but then, the Byers come back and everyone kind of... assumes that Mike told them about Brittney.
He listens to them talk about her and Mike, and assumes Mike replaced him or smth. He didn't, Brittney just figured out he was gay in .5 seconds, attached to him, and now they're both queer pining messes and she knows he likes WIll and stuff, she's not trying to replace anyone, just exist.
And one day they crack and ask who Brittney is and they're super confused, but they take them to meet her, and she immediatly calls Will gay, insults his hair, and the gets confused when he gets hurt and offended and shit.
And then Mike walks in, and she immediately is like: "This is your type? Honestly, I thought you at least had some decorum. Like, honestly, you couldn't like someone who at least looks good."
If someone could write that, that's be great.
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i love how the biggest problem of the ua siblings isn’t that they don’t share the bits of vital information they all individually collect over the season with each other (or can’t because they are separated) but that they do and are immediately dismissed by each other because “oh well we don’t have time for tHIS rn” and “whatever this can’t be as important as THIS” and “oh klaus says weird shit all the time so like why even question his story about a glowing orb in the basement??”and “i heard what you said but i am just gonna ignore you“ it’s not even miscommunication at this point. they ARE communicating, they just couldn’t give less of a fuck about what comes out of each others mouths and i love that
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i literally cannot have a normal conversation with my mother.
i was complaining about having to come up with a costume for my hip hop class which recommended a red accessory and she said she had a red bandana
"no i don't want to do that, for a variety of reasons"
"well, it can be a gay thing."
"... mother, that was a gay SEX thing, i'm not wearing a bandana like that"
"gay sex thing?"
"yeah, the different colors mean... things i'm not talking to you about, figure it out on your own"
"is that why my gay roommate kept stealing all of my bandanas"
"i guess so??"
"well he's dead now. a lot of my friends died of AIDS"
"oh"
"yeah"
"..."
"gay sex though, really?"
"i'm not doing this"
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Jasmine: (Walks into Acadia on her own after a long day. She still hasn’t uttered at word out loud to anyone other than Nick, Kasumi, or Jules)
DiMA: (Stands from his chair to greet the teen) “Hello there, Jasmine! I hear you and Nick have had quite an adventure here on the Island.”
Jasmine: (Stops and slowly blinks at her new uncle, still very wary of him because of what he’s done to Jules who was her only friend at Acadia)
DiMA: (Smiles warmly and approaches) “Is there anything you want to know about the Island and its inhabitants? I have had my own fair share of adventures, I could recount a few to you if that’s something you’d like.”
Jasmine: (Blinks some more, then rubs her eyes) “Desculpe me.” (Yawns sleepily as she stretches out) “Estoy muy cansada porque anoche yo no dormí.”
DiMA: (Rubs his chin) “Hrm, that’s a foreign language that I am not familiar with. Though, so far there hadn't been much need for any other language other than English.”
Jasmine: (Straightens up then shakes her head) “No entiendo, señor.” (Makes a motion with her hand) “Más despacio, por favor.”
DiMA: “I think I have a better idea.” (Stares off for a few seconds) “………” (Starts sizzling like an old overworked computer as he installs Google Translate)
Jasmine: (Under her breath) “Oh fuck….”
Faraday: (Comes running in) “NOOOOOO! He can’t run a translator anymore! He’s too old and fragile!”
Chase: (Also comes flying in) “Get him to stop!”
Faraday: (Rushes over to a terminal) “I’m trying!”
Jasmine: (Steps back and tilts her head at the two) “No entiendo qué es lo que quieres.”
Chase: (Sternly) “Stop that! Stop talking!”
Jasmine: (Folds her hands and smiles innocently and politely) “Padrón señorita, yo no hablo inglés.”
Faraday: (Swears and grumbles like he’s a crazy person on drugs)
DiMA: (Sizzling and steaming to the point you could cook an egg on him)
Jasmine: (Motions to DiMA) “¿Está bien?”
Faraday: (Desperately mashing buttons) “VALENTINE! PLEASE COME GET BABY VALENTINE BEFORE SHE BLOWS UP THE WHOLE DAMN OBSERVATORY!!” (Screams at the terminal as it crashes and reboots)
Jasmine: (Crosses her arms) “Usted es un hombre muy estresado. ¿Estás bien? ¡Necesitas ayuda para los locos!”
Faraday: (Smacks the terminal multiple times as he yells over his shoulder) “I DO NOT UNDERSTAND A WORD YOU ARE SAYING!!!”
Jasmine: (Mumbling to herself) “El gringo es un loco hombre y estúpido.” (Thinks it obvious she was joking from the start, they are all just too dense to notice)
Chase: “WE TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!”
Jasmine: “Ustedes cállense la boca!!!” (Throws up her hands) “¡No estoy haciendo nada!” (Jabs a finger at DiMA) “¡Es su culpa!” (She didn’t tell the synth to download a translator, just to talk more slowly)
Nick: (Appears from the stairway) “Alright missy, that’s enough outta you for one day.” (Snatches his daughter’s hand and starts dragging her away)
Faraday: (Squawking like a distressed and disturbed parrot as he shakes and bangs the terminal)
Jasmine: (Follows along without any complaints) “Papá, tú familia está MUY loca. ¿Por qué es eso?”
Nick: (Tired Dad sigh) “Let’s just get you to bed before ya blow your uncles fuse too….”
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The wildest thing is that there’s no silverfish problem anywhere else in the house except my room. They’re on my ceiling. My walls. My carpet. My bed, especially my bed, always on my pillow. Nowhere else in the house. I’ve sprayed everywhere, I’ve patched up the windows, I’ve laid out bait — my room and specifically my BED is like… the silverfish magnet for some godforsaken reason. I’m on the couch rn I’m shaky and my eyes burn. I wannna SLEEP. I’m gonna sleep. Goodnight. Give Holland a kiss from me I’m thinking about him rn
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«Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be. And if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger...»
Thump.
Just like that, his monologue finishes, and the book he had been reading is closed. Carefully, it is placed on the wooden desk where the captain had first found it. No hints that anyone had even touched it.
«Hm. Positively dramatic. But it has its own charms, I suppose». Soon enough, he grins, amused. Who would have thought Wuthering Heights was Master Jean's latest obsession?
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