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The Field- New in Town
Stranger Things
The letters laid strewn across the floor. Their words had been Elâs solace for the first few weeks moving out to California. But as each letter came, a small hope peeked in her. She would scan the letter looking at the end and find disappointment at the words:
âFrom, Mikeâ
It stared back at her in silent mockery. âFrom,â but never âlove.â He had said it once. He had meant it. But now, it had hidden itself inside him and he had not let it show since.
A gentle knock came to her door. She sniffed, âCome in.â
Will walked in to see the scene. The letters all across the floor. The balled up tissues that hadnât quite made the wastepaper basket.
âEl⌠whatâs wrong?â He kneeled down gingerly. Ready in case she wanted to kick him out instead.
She put her head in her hands, she mumbled, ââŚalone.â
He bit his lip. âIâll give you some space.â
She lifted her head up and new tears burst forth. âNo! I said I feel so alone!â
Will immediately realized his mistake and got on the floor with her. She wailed and he wrapped his arms around her.
âHey, hey. Itâs okay, El. Itâs okay.â He soothed, holding her and she sobbed into his shoulder. âYou know thatâs not true, right? You arenât alone. You have me and Jonathan and my mom- our mom.â He wasnât sure if she was actually okay calling her mom but it felt right in the moment.
âI know that. But I used to have everybody. I had Max, and Lucas and Dustin and⌠Mike.â A fresh sob emerged from her throat at the mention of his name. Her cries choking out the last name, âHop-â
He squeezed her tight. Why? Why did all this stuff happen to her? To them? She was right. There was a moment. After the Snow Ball, there had been a reprieve from all the fear and the heartache. They went over to the cabin nearly every other day. They helped her learn what they knew. They would talk and laugh. And then summer came and everything fell apart.
All he could do was hold her. âI feel it, too. I miss them everyday. Most days, it felt like they were the only thing keeping me together. And now, theyâre a thousand miles away. And I know itâs hard, but they still try to talk to us in the ways that they can. We get to talk on the phone and Mike sends you all these letters.â
There was a pang of jealousy in him. Mike didnât write him letters. Will had attempted doing the whole âstory/ art back and forthâ thing, but Mike hadn't sent anything back. To make things worse, his mom had started a new job as a salesperson and used the phone all the time.
El let go of Will and looked, begrudgingly at the letters. âYou donât get it. All these letters, not one of them say love. He wonât say it or even say why.â
Will looked at all the letters, bewildered. Wasnât that the way you were supposed to sign letters to your girlfriend, âloveâ?
Wil questioned, âWell, have you talked to him about it?â
El quoted, ââYou canât make someone say, âI love you.â I have to wait.â She was quoting Joyce. She had talked to her about it, but another letter had come and El felt the fresh wave of disappointment.
âI- Yeah, I know youâre right. But maybe just if you say it first.â
âI say it in every letter.â Her voice was frustrated and she sat back against the bed.
âOh.â Will couldnât understand or fathom it. Why wouldnât Mike say it? What was going on with him? He looked over at El and saw the hurt.
There was a small, sad sigh. El leaned her head back against the bed, âI think something is changing. But⌠I still feel so attached to him. Like he has a part of me forever. When I think of him, I think of that boy in the rain, who made me feel safe, who hid me from the bad men.â
âHe has that way about him. He finds ways to save you, in all the ways that matter. Without even trying, he makes you feel like youâre not alone. Like youâre important and belong.â
El looked at Will and she saw that same love
reflected in his eyes and the same ache.
She said, âI want to love all of him, but thereâs this part he wonât let me get to, no matter how hard I try. He keeps it hidden.â
âWhat do you mean?â Asked Will.
She paused, trying to find the words. âI donât know what I mean. Iâm not making sense am I?â She wiped her eyes with her hands.
âHe loves you, okay? I know he doesnât say it on paper, but you gotta understand, his parents arenât the type to say, âI love youâ out loud. A lot of what we learn about love we get from our parents. The people who raise us. But he shows it to you in so many ways.â
El shut her eyes at the thought. Did that mean that some part of her Papaâs love was in her? The twisted, cruel âloveâ that was conditional and transactional.
No, she thought. Everything she learned about love was from Hopper. Love was reading together. Love was in a tussling of hair. It was in smiling eyes. It was in the smell of freshly toasted waffles. But Mike couldnât do any of those things.
El said, âWeâre a thousand miles away, Will. What other way is there to show love?â
Will was struck dumb. She could be poignant at times. He tried to think of what he could say to console her, âYou didnât hear the way he talked about you when he thought you were gone-â
âActually, I did.â She huffed, âIâm done talking about this.â
âEl-â
âWould you say it?â She asked.
âWhat?â
âWould you tell him you loved him?â
Will felt flushed, he must have gotten her meaning mixed up. âYou mean, if I was him would I say it to you?â
He misread her, but she nodded anyway. She didnât have the energy to explain herself. The conversation was draining her.
âWellâŚâ he tried to think. It didnât matter whether he actually would say it or not. What mattered was saying the right thing to her in this moment. He needed to lift her spirits, to give her hope. It was his job as Mikeâs best friend to smooth things over.
But he was also Elâs brother now. And somehow, in the short time, she managed to learn more about him than heâd ever let the others know.
So, he offered her the truth, âI donât know, El. Thereâs a lot of weight behind those words. For me, I heard those words said from my mom and dad when things were good, but that was a really long time ago. And there is so much doubt when I think about it, because of what ultimately ended up happening between them. The fighting, the broken dishes, the yelling, everything. So, itâs like, did they mean it at all? Did they even know what love was to begin with? Do you wait to say the words until youâre absolutely sure?â His shoulders sank with the weight of it all. âAnd⌠for me⌠being who I am and loving who I love⌠itâs even more complicated becauseâŚâ He put his head in his hands.
âYou should say it some day.â
He could feel his face getting red. To Mike? Never. But that probably wasnât what she meant. âWhen I find the right person, I will. But Mike does love you. I see it.â
She sighed, âI know there is love in his words. But I donât know if itâs the love I thought it wasâŚâ. She looked exhausted. âCan we take a bike ride please?â
Will felt like a failure. He couldnât comfort El or smooth things over for Mike.
âOf course.â
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elon musk should kill himself elon musk needs to kill himself elon musk would make society as a whole better if he killed himself now
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what was i made for?
âopheliaâ by john everett millais but itâs barbie and for the sake of this concept letâs pretend that there is in fact water in barbieland
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my femme girlfriend: [hour and a half later] ok Iâm ready to leave the house
me: [throwing on shorts and a tank top] okay baby i love you and you look so pretty
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The Byers Brothers
Chapter 1: The Vanishing of Will Byers/Song of the Insensible, Andrew Kozma/ Rule #4 , Fish in a Birdcage/ Chapter 2: The Weirdo on Maple Street/Chapter 8: The Mind Flayer/ He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother, The Hollies/ Chapter 8: The Battle of Starcourt/ Tumblr User: bookwyrminspiration/ Chapter 9: The Piggyback/ TikTok User: blaineunderstudy/ East of Eden, John Steinbeck/ Chapter 9: The Piggyback
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waltzing with a demon prince at hell's eternal midnight ball | waltz loop 6hrs
the sweep of your skirts. the strong arm around your waist. the dark eyes of your companion.Â
you do not know for how long you have been dancing, and yet you are not tired. trapped forever in this moment of delicious anticipation as your heart soars in time with the music, the two of you gliding across the floor in a perfect waltz. your mind catches on thoughts of what comes next. the long slide of satin as your gloves are pulled free. calloused fingers on your bare flesh. but you have been dancing forever. will that future never come to pass?Â
"is it not," his lips brush against the shell of your ear, "an exquisite torture?"Â
a soiree in venice - rogelio de egusquiza barrena c.1885 | waltz no. 2 shostakovich (ШОŃŃакОвиŃ) c.1938
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Kazuo Kamimura aka ä¸ć ä¸ĺ¤Ť aka Kamimura Kazuo (Japanese, 1940-1986, Yokosuka, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan) - Cover Art for Tears for Tomorrow by Atsuto Kubota, Shueisha January 1978, Drawings: Pen + Ink
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I was reading the articles that were on the policeâs like- cork board (?) at the end of season 1 and-
The coroner got arrested for the autopsy right? And who played the coroner?

Shawn Levy.
So within the stranger things universe- Shawn Levy is in prison for falsifying the autopsy.
Do with that information what you will-
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s3 will byers is sooo... like he is fourteen he is in love with his best friend he doesn't hate el but he wishes he did because maybe that would make it easier. he's left behind, he doesn't want to grow up. he doesn't understand why everyone else is in such a hurry to. he just wants to play dnd, he wants his friends to dress up with him. he feels stupid, so stupid. he thinks its his fault everyone is changing, he doesn't want to blame himself. he hasnt seen his mom in days, and he doesn't know if he likes the space or hates it. his best friend is being mean. everyone is getting a girlfriend and he can't stop thinking about a boy. he is fourteen.
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Imagine being a dinosaur in hell and you have to watch as humans forever visualize your species in such bizarrely incorrect ways.
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In response to Slate's article on the possibility having non-heteromative team in figure skating (particularly, ice dance and pairs), Oniceperspective shared a glimpse of Gabriella Papadakis (FRA) and Madison Hubbell (USA) working on their same-sex program. You can see how they switch the leading figure between them.
You can see them trying out lifts in this video.
The rest is on Instagram here:
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Iâve always wanted to recreate willâs iconic painting!! Nothing will ever compare the the original, of course⌠but I still enjoyed messing with the colors and other details and giving up on technique :D in fact, I ended up making the dragon a lot more huggable then initially planned, but whoâs to say theyâre the enemy? In this universe, the party is just makin a new friend :))
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some of yâall with printed copies of fanfiction are going to die someday and your books will end up at the secondhand book shop and someone is just going to innocently pick up blorbo/shitto enemies to lovers and when i think of it this way letâs keep printing fanfiction
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me: *excited* oh I have new followers on tumblr!!
the said followers:
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