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au where el wants to go into the abyss to find her mother who is a white whistle and she brings will (random robot boy) with her and then they find narehate mike who is immensely traumatized and anyway mike and will fall in love . yeah

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oh which scenes are you talking about? I'd like to see your analysis on it even if it's short lol. i think rewatching something with the new context or going back and revaluating your thoughts help one to discover or re-discover new things.

hi anon! so i was mainly referencing a lot of hopper scenes, because people just. mischaracterize him so terribly and conveniently forget about his multiple sincere apologies to el (this does not excuse his behavior in s3 but i'm much too tired to analyze all of that) but also a lot of scenes regarding the supernatural plot, the mind flayer, KALI'S GANG (oh my god the way people fucking sleep on that episode. grinding my teeth) etc. people tend to label s2 as "the byIer season" and to an extent, yeah! i agree! but like. if you really rewatch the season it's NOT all about mike and will being in love lmao. s2 isn't just 2×02 crazy together. yknow? it's so much more than that and it frustrates me that people put s2 on a pedestal ONLY for its byIer moments and not for. yknow. it's supernatural elements and various character arcs that are insanely important to future seasons. s2 byIer is wonderful and amazing and cute but , the truth is that's not all it is. and this is coming from someone who absolutely fell for this when i was exclusively consuming st content from tumblr gifs and edits (though those are lovely) for months and not. yk. rewatching the actual show. bc you get so much more out of doing that i'm telling you. anyway. yeah. rant over sorry i went off topic LMAO

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i just. sometimes i think about how mike must have felt. and Still feels. he's seen how will got bullied for his alleged sexuality . he's SEEN that homophobia in real time, and imagining how he must have felt - as an invisible queer, as someone less obvious but still struggling with those feelings (especially after will and el left) god. the paranoia. the fear. the isolation, thinking he's the only queer he knows, thinking there's no way out, that he's just going to have to stay like this - invisible, paranoid, a fucking teenager in seemingly unrequited love, or face what will did for so many years. thinking about the nights he probably spent toiling over this. the nights he stayed up, trying to push it away, to make the feelings go away, because he can't live like this. he can't, he can't. him living with the fear that someone is going to find out eventually and everything will be out in the open. him living with the constant paranoia that that spare glance at the random boy in his science class was enough. it was enough to know. was it enough to know? was hugging will enough to know? was he enough? would he ever be enough?

would he ever be enough? could someone ever love....someone like him?

i think about this a lot.

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sometimes i think about the implication that the ud was probably always meant to remain untouched - it was human interference (vecna's) that caused the mind flayer to Look Like That™️. it was vecna's interference that made the demogorgons/demodogs so aggressive. he opened the gates, so they started feeding on the first things they saw. what else were they supposed to do? their world had changed completely, and now there was an opportunity to feed. they took it.

thinking about the ud untouched by human life. thinking about how earth and the ud are parallel universes - and parallels are not supposed to touch. they exist alongside one another and are never supposed to meet. no wonder shit was fucked up when they did. humans were NEVER supposed to touch that place!!!! hell, they weren't even supposed to find out about it!!!

the upside down was YELLOW before vecna touched it. now it's red and blue. vecna interfered. vecna destroyed it, colonized it, essentially. actually, no, fuck it. EVERYONE who touched it took part in its destruction (unintentionally or not).

humans were never supposed to make contact with the upside down - and because they did, their world is coming to an end.

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established byler going clothes shopping together and mike tries on a leather jacket that he's kind of Unsure in. like he isn't sure if it looks good on him. so of course he consults will and is like hey how does this look ? (while doing a little flex ofc) and will is so error 404 cannot compute system shutdown about it. like. mike is waving a hand in his face , starting to get worried because he thinks will hates it and will is just 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 because All he can think about is the outline of mike's arms in the jacket and how it matches his hair and Oh Dear He Has Forgotten To Respond .

so instead, he just pulls mike into the nearest dressing room and lets him know how much he likes it with a makeout session CIVILIZED CONVERSATION

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dustin henderson isn't underrated in the sense that the audience forgets about him - quite the opposite. most of the ga i've met have said he was their favorite character. no. he's underrated in the sense that these people who claim to love him really don't know shit about him, only seeing him as the one dimensional "funny haha steve's friend" and NOTHING else.

yeah you love dustin but can you separate his character from his friendship with steve? can you name some of his iconic scenes across all seasons? do you truly recognize how unbelievably SMART this kid is? do you recognize the fact that he is probably JUST as traumatized as the rest of the party? or do you just see him as comic relief? oh, he's always smiling - he must be fine. we don't need to REALLY pay attention to his character.

where are the in depth dustin analyses? where are the duzie fics? where are the DUSTIN fics that don't just center on his friendship with steve and treat him as lesser within the party? where are the dustin edits? you claim to like him and yet you pay no attention to his character. why? why is that?

tl;dr: so many of you love dustin, but only on a surface level

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it’s the final battle. vecna just blew will backwards with his powers and hurt him. mike sees. he knows he isn’t supposed to intervene - this is will’s fight - but then the thought of will’s lips on his, will’s hands in his hair, just will, crosses his mind.

he loves will.

oh, shit. he really loves will.

and how DARE vecna touch him.

mike grabs a sword that appears out of nowhere (like hopper), and runs towards vecna. will screams at him to stop, but he just keeps running. usually, he’s a slow runner - at least according to his friends - but this time, he runs uncharacteristically fast. so fast that vecna doesn’t see him coming, at first.

and, with an air of finality, of pure vengeance for all of the pain this monster has caused, mike raises the sword to vecna, and screams,

“THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

until that point, mike had never called will��“boyfriend” before; sure, they’d kissed, and, like, it was kind of implied, but saying the word out loud made it real. at least to mike. but in that moment, he didn’t care. will was his boyfriend. they were boyfriends. mike liked the sound of that.

and if mike ever saw anything else harm him…they’d better watch out.

mike manages to get as far as stabbing vecna straight through the chest - through his heart - before he’s blown back too.

but he did what needed to be done.

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GUYS GUYS GUYS I HAD A BRAINWAVE ABOUT THE WHOLE KISS IN UD/IT WAS A SEVEN THEORY.  WARNING THIS IS VERY BAD AND WAS QUICKLY WRITTEN SO-

what if mike and will are trapped in the ud, and are trying to flicker the lights in order to signal the party.  they happen to be standing outside mike’s house, and instead of hearing dustin, or lucas, or el, or hopper, or anyone else, they hear, echoing through the ud:

“it was a seven.”

“huh?”

“the roll.  it was a seven.  the demogorgon. it got me.”

“well, see you tomorrow!”

and they both have a moment of what the fuck is that us? and mike, already worn down from previous battles and desperate to do something, turns to will.  

“we can signal them.”

“what?”

“we can signal them, and we can stop you from leaving. then we can get out of this mess!”

before will can say anything, mike sticks his hand into the light, trying to do something, anything.  but then 1983 mike turns off the lights.

“NO!” mike shouts.

1983 will has already biked off, it’s too late.  mike is crying now, trying desperately to flicker the lights again, but his attempts are in vain, and he sinks to his knees.  will kneels next to him, placing an arm around his shoulders.

“it’s okay, mike.  it’s okay.”

“i don’t want you to suffer again.  i don’t- i don’t want all of this to repeat, because- god, will, if you hadn’t left that night-”

“mike-”

“then maybe, i don’t know-”

“mike, stop.” will says, forcing mike to face him. “we can’t change the past.”

mike doesn’t respond.

“we can’t change what happened to me- and- if i’m being honest- i’m glad it did.”

this triggers mike. “glad?? will, do you have any idea-”

will shushes mike. “i do.  of course i do.  but- if it hadn’t been for that night- we wouldn’t have found el, max would be dead, and hawkins- hell, the whole world would be in ruins with no hope of getting anything back to normal.  and…” will hesitates.

“and what?”

“i wouldn’t be here.  with you.  right now.  i would’ve lost you, mike.”

and they lock eyes.  time might actually be frozen, in that moment.  this has been a long time coming.  they lean in, meeting each other halfway- the kiss is desperate and sad and fearful but it’s right, and as mike pulls will closer by his green jacket, the camera pans back to 1983, where mike’s porch is, now abandoned.  1983 mike has long since gone inside, while the rest of the party left on their bikes.

the lights flicker again, glowing brighter than ever before.

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CAN YOU WEITE A SONGFIC TO HEROES BY DAVID BOWIE OF UPSIDE DOWN BYLER HAVING THEIR FIRST KISS

thanks 😭😭

sure can

“What if...we never make it back?”

“Mike, stop talking like that.”

I, I will be king

Mike’s lip trembled as he looked over at Will.  His face was marred by dust and spores and blood and whatever else had accumulated over the week they’d been stuck in the superhell that was the Upside Down.

Despite this- despite everything that was against them right now- Will looked beautiful.  He looked undeniably Will.  

And you, you will be queen

Mike just wanted to curl up and die already.  He gently rested his head in his hands, hopelessness seeming to overtake his entire being.

“I just- it feels like- there’s nothing for us anymore, y’know? Nothing. Hawkins is in ruins- our home- our home-”

Though nothing will drive them away

“Mike.”

“And- and you! You’ve had to suffer- so much- I feel like this is all my fault.  If I had just let you stay, Will, just for one more day-”

We can be Heroes, just for one day

Mike gripped his hair, wishing he could somehow rip it out, do something to make the pain leave.  To make the regret leave.  And suddenly, without any warning, sturdy arms were being wrapped around his shoulders, and a hand was pulling the back of his head close, and Mike felt himself physically melt.

We can be us, just for one day

And everything felt like it was crashing down.  

“We’re going to be okay.  I promise.”

“Will-” Mike felt a lump in his throat beginning to form.

“All of this is happening for a reason.” Will whispered.

I, I can remember (I remember)

Will pulled out of the hug, and Mike couldn’t stop the tears, now; they came like soft rainfall in a world that could never rain itself, and as he pressed his forehead to Will’s, almost as if they were two magnetic fields, bound to one another for eternity, he forgot where in the universe they could possibly be.

Standing, by the wall (by the wall)

Gently, he reached a thumb up, running it down Will’s cheek and across his lips, subsequently smudging the dirt plaguing his face.  Will smiled into his touch.

“You’re...really pretty,” Mike murmured.

At this, Will flushed red.  Mike’s eyes widened as he realized what he had just uttered to the boy in front of him.

And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads)

The screech of an unknown creature could be heard in the distance.  Both boys jumped, but maintained eye contact.

“We’re gonna have to run soon,” Will whispered. He closed his eyes, almost as though he was falling asleep to the sound of Mike’s breathing.

“Soon,” Mike murmured, eyes drifting to Will’s lips. “But not now.”

And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)

The two leaned in, eyes fluttering closed as their lips brushed with increasing hesitancy.  Mike instinctively wrapped his arms around Will’s neck, pulling him closer, desperate for the contact he had been craving for so long.  Will gripped his green pullover, scrunching up the folds in his hands as if Mike was the last thing he’d ever hold in his life...

And the shame, was on the other side

Because, god, he might be.

Will pulled back, and Mike’s entire face dropped. “Is this- are you- are you sure? Is this okay?” Will breathed, searching Mike’s eyes for any sign of regret, or disgust.

“More than okay,” Mike whispered back, eager to feel Will’s lips on his again.

Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever

It didn’t take long for their kissing to resume, and Mike was pulling Will ever closer, and any tear he might have shed had long dried; anything that might be hurting him, hurting Will, they could beat it.  They could make it out. And they were going to do it together.  

The creature cried again, but its torment fell on deaf ears.

It was just them.  The Upside Down was no more- at least for now.

Then we could be Heroes, just for one day

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I read your byler asking each other to prom fic and thought it was so cute but also heart wrenching. Will harboring guilt for reviving Mike, because it means Mike has to suffer through the pain of recovery, and Mike not knowing at first, but being grateful he's still around to be with Will, even if he will have chronic pain from getting fucking stabbed in the chest with a sword felt so realistic. I also just loved how sweet they were with one another, and how flustered/nervous they both were about asking each other to Max's prom, again so realistic!! Like, of course they expect to go together cause they're dating but also,, are they? That's the sort of shit they absolutely would do. It was just so cute, and I love finding authors on Tumblr cause I feel way better rambling here than in ao3 comments. Anyways, sorry for the long ramble, just wanted to give your fic some extra love!!

AJDJRJDDHDJRHD *dies* THANK YOU SO MUCH I AM GOING TO CRY.

and yes, i wrote that whole fic bc they r both so goofy and it was originally going to be mostly angst, but then i figured they have been through enough (and ive already written a ton of byler angst) so i was like, hey, let's make them be silly instead. and it worked. somehow.

akfjgidj anyway thank you so much for leaving this in my inbox, it has absolutely made my entire day <3333

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*cracks knuckles* alright. get ready for some of my st spinnoff bullshit. thank you @helpwherearethedirections for encouraging me. is this cringe? probably. do i care? no. also this is like really messy and i just basically word vomited a bunch of ideas into a post so there’s that

the name of the spinoff is stranger things: onward. why? because it sounds cool, that’s why.

it takes place in 2018, specifically november 2018 because will byers.  we are not in hawkins,indiana anymore.  this new series is set in a coastal california town, though i have yet to pick a name for said town because i’m bad at coming up with names for stuff like that. if y’all have any ideas, feel free to drop them in the comments or reblogs.

the series features max and lucas - now an older, married couple.  it would have mentions of characters like mike, will, el, etc., but they’d never appear in the series (though mike and will are definitely mentioned to be married at least once).

synopsis: for 3 decades, all has been sound within the darkness of the upside down.  the gates leading to the deadly alternate dimension led by an evil force have long since been closed, now a fragment of history lost within government secrets and torn up newspapers.  everyone is able to live on peacefully…or so they thought.

but what happens when a girl witnesses her brother die by a monster “not from this world”? what happens when, on the 35th anniversary of the “zombie boy” from hawkins going missing, a 13 year old disappears off the face of the planet, only to be heard within the echoes of…cell phones?

maybe the fragments weren’t so lost after all.

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mike has a terrible sleep schedule.

he's a night owl first and foremost, but not in a good way -- he's a night owl in the way that he will stay up until 4 am and then go to bed for 3 hours and wake up at 7 am for school. his sleep schedule wasn't always this bad, but it started getting worse after will went missing and was just plain terrible after will and el moved to california.

and, listen, he TRIES to sleep, he really does, but he also has regular nightmares and wakes up in the middle of the night sweating and shaking.

and -- well, when he does wake up, he can't stay in his room. he just can't. it's upstairs, and upstairs is where his parents are, and his dad is down in the den sleeping on the la-z-boy because his parents don't actually love each other no matter how hard they try to hide it, and it's all too much.

so he starts sleeping in the basement.

the first time, it's really just because he can hear his dad snoring and the heating isn't working in his room so he won't be able to go back to sleep (not that the basement will be much better, but whatever -- mike tries not to dwell on that too much). he brings his pillow downstairs, finds a spare blanket, and his mom finds him the next morning curled up on the couch after calling for him numerous times and seeing an empty space on mike's bed where he almost always sleeps in the exact same position.

it's only downhill from there. mike finds himself bringing his entire comforter into the basement, because the basement is actually really cold, but even if the heating is fixed in his room he doesn't really feel like sleeping up there. still. again -- really something mike prefers not to dwell on.

he doesn't leave the basement very much. which probably isn't helping anything. but, like -- his sleep schedule is still fucked, sure, but at the very least, he isn't haunted by earth shattering nightmares that scare him awake and cause him to sweat bullets into the new sheets he'd gotten just a few weeks before.

eventually, everyone occupying the wheeler household collectively ignores it. karen gets used to mike being down there all day and night. she gradually stops trying to make attempts to coax him upstairs even when it's dinner time, because mike always says he'll eat later, anyway. nancy's a bit worried, but this is her brother -- he's probably fine. probably.

yeah, mike's fine. he has a terrible sleep schedule, but he's fine.

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nancy and mike wip. takes place right before the final battle and post byler getting together. cannot stress ENOUGH how not-done this is, which is why it ends so abruptly LMAO (also i know literally nothing about guns so if some details are inaccurate shhhhh)

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"Mike?"

He shouldn't be up. Mike steals a glance at the clock on his nightstand -- the red numbers read 1:30 AM. He's clutching a book, his eyes burning open from the little slivers of light his lamp provides against the darker than usual night.

He supposes evil alternate dimensions did that sort of thing. Made everything...darker.

But even so, Holly shouldn't really be up, either. In fact, it's even worse that Holly is up. If his mom finds out, she'll kill him.

Mike rubs his eyes, the action causing him to see spots. He blinks them away, eyes adjusting to the darkness. Holly is standing at his door, white nightgown illuminated against the blackness of the hallway.

"Hol, go back to bed."

Holly shuffles, bunny slippers digging into the soft carpet. She clutches her aged stuffed dinosaur -- Growly (Mike has a matching one named Rory) -- and stares at the ground.

"I can't," she murmurs.

Mike forces himself to sit up. His back aches with the effort; the slouching position hadn't been good for him.

"Why not?"

Holly's lip trembles, and Mike prays that she doesn't start wailing and wake their mom up.

"I'm-- I'm scared. I had a nightmare."

At this, Mike feels his heart break. He hadn't considered this; that Holly has no idea what's going on, that as far as she knows, this "earthquake" is consuming everything-- including her small, six year old world that she's barely had time to adapt to.

He blinks, dry eyes suddenly moistened.

"And you--" he swallows, "came here?"

Holly nods. She shuffles again. "Can you read me a story?"

"Read you a--" Mike glances at the time again, which now reads 1:33 AM. "Hol, you need to be in bed right now. It's way too late."

"Then why are you awake?"

Okay. She's got him there.

"That's different." It isn't, really. Mike has been having nightmares almost every night, now, which are only satiated with the occasional hot milk that he has the rare privilege of indulging in (given the supply shortages). Tonight is one of the nights where sleep didn't want to come, so he just decided to read instead.

"No it's not," Holly says, because she knows when Mike is lying even despite her age.

Mike cracks a small smile. "Is too."

"Is not."

Mike giggles quietly, missing the familiarity of sibling banter, and pats the spot next to him on his bed. This isn't the first time he's read to Holly: since fall 1985, it'd become a common occurrence. Their mother used to do it, but had stopped after the weekly fights with their dad had turned into almost daily fights. Now, all their mom seemed to want at night was "time to herself" and since the first night where she'd coerced Mike into reading to Holly before bed with a promise of five dollars, it'd since become a free tradition. 

Honestly, Mike didn't mind. He took pleasure in reading in voices and listening to Holly's comments on the story so far (positive and negative). She was very observant, and oftentimes predicted elements of the plot before they happened. And, now that she'd started kindergarten, she'd sometimes ask to read some of the book "for" Mike. And he'd let her, because she actually wasn't a bad reader. In fact, she was the best in her class-- but no one else seemed to know this fact except Mike.

Holly hops up next to Mike. He notices the slight bags under her eyes reflected in the lamplight, but decides not to comment on them. She rests her head on his shoulder, burrowing under the covers and huddling close for warmth.

"What's the book?" Holly pokes the page Mike is on.

Mike side eyes her, and sighs. "The Hobbit. I dunno if Mom will want me reading it to you--" The age rating isn't quite right for Holly, and he really doesn't want to get yelled at on top of...everything.

"No. Read it. I won't tell."

Holly is many things, but she isn't a snitch. Mike has to make sure, though.

"Promise?"

Holly nods. "Promise."

Just for fun, Mike bends down and pokes the stuffed dinosaur that Holly is currently holding against her chest.

"Growly too? You know how he gets..." Mike shakes his head in mock disappointment.

Holly scowls, evidently having taken the comment seriously. "Yes, Growly too. He'd never tell."

Mike throws his hands up in defense. "Just making sure, considering--"

"Mike. The story."

"Okay, okay. Let's see..."

Only ten minutes later, Holly has stopped making whispered comments on the story; she breathes softly against Mike's shoulder, having fallen fast asleep. Growly sags out of her arms, which have gone limp with sleep. Mike looks at the clock.

1:45 AM

Gently, Mike lays Holly down, tucking the covers over her. She doesn't stir (she's a heavy sleeper), and snores lightly. Mike giggles, and then yawns.

He's tired.

He looks out of the window, and red lightning illuminates the sky.

Then, he looks at Holly, asleep in the wrong room, but still appearing somewhat peaceful.

And before he can register it, Mike falls asleep, too.

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au where poor writer mike wheeler who can't seem to get a story published jumps at the chance to buy a weirdly cheap house in a nice neighborhood near a good publishing company because he doesn't have the money for anything else.

however, upon entering said house, he quickly realizes that it is not all that it seems - the wifi glitches constantly, the doors lock and unlock on their own, he hears footsteps at all times of the night, and he's starting to think that the really cute bowlcut-adorned apparition haunting his dreams isn't just something his constantly sleep deprived brain is making up. he would move out - except for the fact that he doesn't have the money to live anywhere else, so, after a while, he learns to live with said apparition. it's good inspiration for his books, anyway.

and so, when ghost!will eventually realizes that his haunting efforts are fruitless, he decides - against all ghost laws - that he should appear to mike. unfortunately, mike is very cute, and throws will off immediately. and even more unfortunately, mike doesn't find will scary at all.

cue lots of gay ghost pining. and also mike thinking he's hallucinating because he's so sleep deprived