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Main Characters

argyle

gareth

robin buckley

jonathan byers

will byers

henry creel / vecna

chrissy cunningham

eleven

billy hargrove

steve harrington

dustin henderson

max mayfield

eddie munson

wayne munson

the party

carol perkins

lucas sinclair

vecna

mike wheeler

nancy wheeler

original character

Main Pairing/Ships

x = romantic/sexual relationship & = platonic or familial relationship

argyle x jonathan byers

argyle & jonathan byers

argyle x steve harrington

argyle x jonathan byers x steve harrington x nancy wheeler

argyle x robin buckley x jonathan byers x steve harrington x eddie munson x nancy wheeler

robin buckley x chrissy cunningham

robin buckley & steve harrington

robin buckley x carol perkins

robin buckley x nancy wheeler

jonathan byers x billy hargrove

jonathan byers x steve harrington

jonathan byers x nancy wheeler

jonathan byers x steve harrington x nancy wheeler

joyce byers x jim hopper

will byers x mike wheeler

henry creel x eddie munson

chrissy cunningham & billy hargrove

chrissy cunningham x billy hargrove x steve harrington x eddie munson

chrissy cunningham x eddie munson

chrissy cunningham & eddie munson

eleven x dustin henderson

eleven x max mayfield

eleven & max mayfield

eleven & kali prasad

billy hargrove x steve harrington

billy hargrove x max mayfield

billy hargrove x eddie munson

billy hargrove x steve harrington x eddie munson

billy hargrove x original female character

steve harrington & dustin henderson

steve harrington x eddie munson

steve harrington x eddie munson x gareth

steve harrington x eddie munson x nancy wheeler

steve harrington & wayne munson

steve harrington & the party

steve harrington x carol perkins

steve harrington x reader

steve harrington x vecna

steve harrington x nancy wheeler

eddie munson x gareth

eddie munson & the party

eddie munson x carol perkins

eddie munson & wayne munson

max mayfield x lucas sinclair

max mayfield & lucas sinclair

the party

Rating

T (includes adult themes, nothing graphic or explicit)

M (shows adult themes, nothing explicit)

E (explicit adult content)

Current Length

5-10k

10-25k

25-50k

Completeness

1/10 to 3/10

4/10 to 6/10

7/10 to 9/10

10 - complete

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atti-cuss · 4 months

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hi hi! my name is atticus or atti and i am currently looking for long term discord roleplay partners.

some info about me:

- i’m 18, and am looking for other 18+ roleplay partners

- i use she/her pronouns

- i am a literate roleplayer, but i usually match my partner and what they’re comfortable writing

- i write poetry and music!

i roleplay in four main fandoms. these are fear street, stranger things, lost boys, and yellowjackets. and here are the characters i play:

yellowjackets:

- jackie taylor

- taissa turner

stranger things:

- chrissy cunningham

- heather holloway

- tommy hagan

- lucas sinclair

- vickie

- robin buckley

- carol perkins

fear street:

- samantha fraser

- tommy slater

lost boys:

- david

- paul

i am willing to discuss different ships and plot lines. i am even willing to do oc x cannons. i usually like to make small discord servers to actually rp and i will only rp on discord. please feel free to message me to discuss ideas!

#discord roleplay #stranger things roleplay #yellowjackets roleplay #fear street rp #the lost boys roleplay

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ao3feed-danganronpa · 1 year

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ST × Danganronpa AU!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6E8VzuD

by UrLocalStonathanStan

I just had the random idea that- "omg what if there was a Danganronpa x ST fic??" Then I looked it up and found none so I'm writing my own. Nancy's the protag, with Robin being her "helper" and Billy being the antagonist character.

Words: 551, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Dangan Ronpa Series

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Nancy Wheeler, Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Argyle (Stranger Things), Billy Hargrove, Lucas Sinclair, Jason Carver, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Murray Bauman

Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Nervous Jonathan Byers, Protective Steve Harrington, BAMF Nancy Wheeler, Billy Hargrove Being an Asshole, Tommy Hagan Being an Asshole, Gay Jonathan Byers, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Violence, Blood and Gore, Killing Game Executions (Dangan Ronpa), Character Death, Heavy Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6E8VzuD

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

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belovedharringrove · 2 years

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eddie munson is perfectly normal, thank you very much. sure, people around town call him a freak because he dresses different and his music is a little too loud and he's in a band and likes to play dnd, but the people in town are also boring and their idea of a good time is going to church on sunday so they can gossip about everyone the other six days of the week. that's fine, eddie doesn't mind that they call him that, in fact, he's learned to embrace the title and wear it proudly like some sort of badge or something. badge of honor? eh, he has no idea what they're called. still, he prefers they call him freak for the noticeable differences. he doesn't even want to imagine what they'd call him if they knew the truth about him.

you see, the thing about eddie is that he can see the angel and the devil on his shoulders and actually hear them. sure, that doesn't sound special or impressive at all, but he doesn't think anyone else has the ability to do that. at all.

the devil on his left shoulder insists that his name is billy and everything he does and says makes the title of 'devil' a very well-earned title. he's the one that convinced eddie that selling weed and drugs as a side job was a good idea, and he's the one that pointed out the black sabbath album to him all those years ago and then convinced him to look for more music like that. of course, those are the tame things that billy's done. he's done much worse and whispered even more horrible things into his ear, but if eddie went into details then he would never shut up.

now, the angel on eddie's right shoulder is called steve, and he's, well- an angel. whenever eddie finds himself making what steve calls a 'horribly thought out and probably billy-influenced bad decision', he'll look at his left shoulder in amusement just to see steve giving him a very unimpressed look with his hands placed on his hips. he's the one that taught eddie to be kind and showed him how to love himself and accept himself with open arms and ignore the whispers behind his back. he's constantly urging eddie to be good and always there to soothe eddie when he feels horrible for being a little too bad.

the angel and the devil on his shoulders have a very... interesting relationship. they're constantly arguing and billy's always cursing up a storm as loudly as possible just to watch steve blush up the the roots of his hair and, it seems like to eddie, billy is always pulling steve's proverbial pigtails. steve is a little dense, though, so he never seems to notice but he's more than happy to argue with billy and insist that he let eddie make more good decisions for the good of his soul or whatever. eddie has become an expert in tuning them out when they start arguing/flirting.

eddie's also learned that, while he can't see everyone else's angel and devil, if he's close enough to a person, he'll slowly start to notice them and eventually see them.

the biggest example of this is robin buckley. that girl has the most accurate gaydar in all of hawkins and she noticed eddie pretty quickly and immediately befriended him. gay solidarity, she called it. a few weeks into their friendship, he started noticing faint outlines on her shoulders and now, 3 years into being her best friend, he can very clearly see the blonde angel on her right shoulder, chrissy, and the redheaded devil on her left shoulder named carol.

that's where they are now. sitting together under the bleachers and cutting second period at billy and carol's insistence with eddie listening to robin ramble about her crush on vickie. steve is quiet on eddie's shoulder, listening intently to the other girl because he likes giving her love advice via eddie and absentmindedly braiding a piece of eddie's hair.

"should i confess to her during band practice today?" robin asks and eddie absentmindedly says "shut up, carol" to the tiny redhead's apparent delight, judging by her little delighted cackles, figuring that robin's horribly thought out idea was actually carol's doing. he can faintly hear chrissy scolding the redhead but he doesn't pay them any attention, too busy watching how a bored billy hides in his hair to bother steve, yanking the braid out of his little hands and laughing at the startled screech that steve lets out.

"they're active today, huh?" robin asks with a knowing smile, eddie having told her about his special condition a few months into their friendship since it was hard to hide how his gaze would drift to her shoulder whenever carol would start her loud complaints about boredom when robin would talk about band practice. "when aren't they?" he sighs, already tuning out steve and billy's loud arguing. robin snorts quietly at that, blissfully ignorant to the pair of snuggling entities on her shoulder, their earlier argument seemingly forgotten.

so yeah, eddie's more of a freak than people realize but he can happily say that he's never alone and he appreciates having advice that he can actually hear being whispered to him at all times. as he stands up and walks with robin to their third period when the bell rings, deciding to actually listen to chrissy and steve because their pouting faces are just too adorable to ignore, he pretends to not notice billy kissing steve and the angel blushing beet red but cuddling close to the grinning devil, instead choosing to tell robin about his plans for his next campaign, happy that, even if billy and steve were stuck with him, they weren't actually alone.

#i have no idea what this is #and i had no idea how to finish this #just a cute au idea i had #eddie munson #robin buckley #angel!steve harrington #devil!billy hargrove #angel!chrissy cunningham #devil!carol perkins #established but sneaky harringrove #implied chrissy x carol #do they have a ship name? please let me know

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bisexualcacti · 2 years

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Summary: your life in Hawkins has been pretty normal so far, but things get a little complicated when one of your friends, Chrissy Cunningham, is found dead (if by little you mean literally entering another dimension to save the town from a murderous monster with freaky powers)

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2540

A/N: Hey!!! This is my first time writing a fic and also, English is not my first language, so apologies for any sort of grammatical mistakes or if anything sounds weird. I finished s4 and had the urge to write something for these two dorks so I hope you guys like it. The fic will probably go through the span of the season so the last chapters will probably come out by the time s4 is over. Happy pride month!!!

Edit: if someone would like to be added to a taglist for the next part, dm me ;)

PART 1 - THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE

It’s funny when you think about how a group of people can come together just to get the worst out of everyone. Steve Harrington, Tommy H., Carol Perkins, Nancy Wheeler, and you. “Friends” you’d call yourselves. As if.

Out of the bunch, you only ever really knew Nancy and Steve, mostly since you never felt like they belonged there with you, and you meant that in the most flattering way. Tommy H. was an asshole, simple as that, and Carol was basically a trash can with a mouth, just full of garbage. Steve was more of a special case. You didn’t like him, but you knew that wasn’t really his fault. It’s just that looking at him felt like looking at you, and every time you saw him you saw the same fucking image that haunted you daily when you’d wake up and look at yourself in the mirror. A loser who’s so fucking scared of being cast out that she’d rather be a miserable idiot with no opinions or thoughts of her own than to be herself.

Most likely ‘cause who you were scared the shit out of you.

Lastly, there was Nancy. Sweet, smart, good ol’ Nancy Wheeler. She wasn’t like you. You could tell from a mile away that she had a soul, unlike the bunch of you. Maybe that’s why you treated her the shittiest, hoping that at some point she’d have enough of your vicious digs against her and would tell you all to go fuck yourselves. Turns out, you didn’t even need to try that hard. The moment she left Steve for Jonathan everything started to crumble. It was soon after that that Steve got tired of Tommy’s shitty attitude and sent you all packing too, which you admit made you a bit jealous, but also happy for him if you were being quite honest.

Your happiness didn’t last though, since as soon as he left came Billy. He would flirt with you relentlessly, but you would shut it down every time. It didn’t discourage him, though. Quite the opposite if you were being honest, as it just made him try harder. Only after the mall fire did he finally stop. Since he was, y’know, dead. That year, Tommy and Carol graduated and that marked the definitive end to your little gang, but you wouldn’t let yourself be a nobody after all the hard work you put in to fit.

So, you made new friends, joined the Hawkins High cheerleading squad and started to hang out with the basketball team. Chrissy Cunningham became your new bestie, and you were once again at the top of Hawkins High food chain, officially untouchable.

None of them compared to her though.

Not thinking about her was hard. Being honest with yourself, there hasn’t been a day you haven’t thought about her since you both went separate ways. Robin had that effect on people. It was especially hard now, though, since you saw her every single fucking time the team had a game. Her and that stupid little red head she kept smiling to.

The both of you used to be thick as thieves once, in middle school, when you were still a huge fucking nerd and Robin was the outcast that completed your little duo. But then, by the end of middle school, you started to feel... different. Your feelings towards Robin started to change in ways that shouldn’t be possible, ways that weren’t natural. Girls didn’t feel this way about other girls. There was something wrong with you, you... you were broken. So, you freaked out, shut yourself off to her, and the moment the both of you started high school, you became a totally different person.

Yet, Robin had another version of the story.

“Hey,” someone waved their hand across your face. “earth to Y/N. What are you staring at?” Chrissy followed your gaze towards Robin, who made awkward conversation with Vickie Whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is, and you turned to look at her, realizing you were staring.

Clearing your throat, you responded. “Oh, um, it’s nothing.”

Now, one thing you knew is, Chrissy Cunningham, contrary to popular belief, isn’t stupid, so the moment she looked at you with a cocked brow you knew you were about to be called out unless you redirected the conversation right at that moment.

“So, um, are you coming to the party after the game?”

Apparently, that put her on edge, since she tensed beside you and avoided your gaze. “No, I–um, have to go home, y’know, get changed first,”

You thought about asking, but it truly was none of your business, lest it be she start questioning you about why the hell you were looking at Robin.

“God, I sure do hope they win something for once. It gets kinda embarrassing always cheering for the losing team,” you sigh rubbing your neck.

Chrissy laughs in that all too charming way that reminds you of why half the basketball team trip over themselves to even get a word in with her. Big shiny smile and a cute tiny nose all scrunched up. Man, if you weren’t so hopelessly in love with someone else you’re sure you would’ve gotten a thing for her right away. “Don’t be mean, they’re… trying. I think.”

Nudging her elbow and wagling your brows, you reply, “You just say that ‘cause your loverboy is there,” a smirk on your lips.

The intention was to make her laugh, but at the mention of Jason, all she seemed to do was tense, a forced chuckle falling from her mouth. Once again you got the urge to ask, to see if she was okay. You noticed something seemed amiss a few weeks ago, but decided to brush it off. Now you’re kinda wondering if you should say something, but even if you did, you doubt Chrissy would actually tell you anything.

This was the nature of your relationship with her. To everyone else, you were best friends. You’d have sleepovers, go shopping together, gossip about guys, and whatever else girlfriends would do, but in reality, you probably knew about Chrissy just as much as everyone else did. There was no place between you for deep conversations or actual intimate talks. Not that anyone knew though. That was you, your life a carefully arranged act.

The game was thrilling, or that’s what you would say if you actually cared about sports, although you do have to admit it was more exciting than the previous one, with freshman Lucas Sinclair scoring and bringing the victory to the team, not a single second left to spare. The moment the game was over, you walked as quickly as possible to where you agreed to meet your supplier, but to no one’s surprise, he was late, so there you stood in a deserted hallway waiting for him to show up.

Man, Hawkings High was kinda creepy when there was no one around.

A few minutes later, you heard your supplier's annoying voice announce his presence.

“Aww, if it isn’t my favorite prissy princess,” Eddie Munson greeted teasingly, a big smile on his face as he saw you.

“Yeah, yeah, you got my stuff?”

“I missed you too, honey,” he said sarcastically. You raised your eyebrow and stuck your hand out, and at seeing your deadpan expression, he rolled his eyes and put his arms up. “Alright, alright. Yeah, I got your weed. Gee, I might get diabetes if you keep being this sweet,” he muttered.

Now, maybe calling him just your supplier was kinda mean. Against your better judgment, you couldn’t help but like the weirdo. You don’t really know how he went from being your dealer to your… friend, but you couldn’t be more glad it happened. You and him started to hang out occasionally since you lived in the same trailer park, and by the time you realized, occasionally turned into once a month, then once a week, then twice a week, to the point you’d always hang out if he wasn’t busy with his band or his D&D club. Hell, you would even go to his concerts sometimes, and help him plan his campaigns. Of course, you would never be publicly seen hanging out, and less of all dream of actually admitting that you care about him, but he– the way he was so unapologetically himself and didn’t give a fuck about what anyone thought… you admired it. It reminded you of her.

Everything seems to remind you of her nowadays.

“So, how did the campaign end?”

As he looks for your weed in his little metal box, his brown eyes seem to light up. “Ah, so you do care!”

His enthusiasm was adorable, but you tried to play off your interest anyway. “Pfft, you wish. I’m just interested in what you did with the amazing world I built,”

The look he gives you is skeptical as he hands you your weed. “Sure,” he draws out, “As much as I’d love to tell you, my fair maiden, I gotta meet another client so I’m in a bit of a rush,”

“Someone’s busy,” you remark handing him his money.

“All in the day of a devil’s work,” he says, arms open theatrically as he walks away from you. Before turning around completely, he shouts. “Ey, if you get shit-faced tonight save some for me, alright angel?”

“First of all, I won’t. Second of all, don’t call me angel if you want to keep your dick, Munson,” you shouted after him with a small smile on your face. He laughed and once again, you were alone.

Shaking your head, an amused chuckle left your lips. He acted all tough but at the end of the day he was just a nerd. A cute nerd, even, if you said so yourself. You were about to exit the building when a strong pain in your head made you dizzy, and you had to lean against the lockers in order not to lose your balance. Feeling a warm liquid drip down your nose, you lifted your hand up only to find blood

“Hey, you alright there?”

Fuck. Oh fuck. Shit. You knew that fucking voice, of course you knew that fucking voice, you’ve been hearing it in your dreams since middle school, fuck! Having a mild crisis, you questioned what to do, but before you could decide on anything she spoke again.

“Can you, like, speak up, please? Unless you’re like mute, in which case like I totally understand but if you aren’t um, like, it’d be appreciated. You don’t have to, but you don’t seem okay. Although if you’re not okay and want to be alone I can totally leave you alone y’know, I hate it when people don’t understand that, but also if something is wrong you can tell me, they say it’s bad to bottle things up and–”

You feel a fond smile slowly creeping up to your lips and can’t help but snort. “You talk a lot,” more than you remember.

As you turn to look at Robin you can immediately see the change in demeanor. She’s still in her band uniform, which makes her look a bit ridiculous, but you gotta admit she makes it work all the same. “Oh, it’s you,” the way her tone changes slices through your heart like a knife, but fuck if you don’t deserve it. She’s annoyed, you can tell, arms crossed, dismissive look; you think she’s about to leave until she gets a good look at your face and her eyes seem to zero in on your nose, eyebrows furrowed.

“Is that blood? Are you okay? What happened?” she leaned forward, as if to move towards you, but thought better of it and stayed in her place, although the look of concern remained.

“Yeah, just a nosebleed, don’t worry. Probably from all the spinning around,” an awkward laugh escaped you and you rubbed your neck, wondering how you’d get out of this situation.

Robin wrung her hands together, conflicted, as if she wanted to question you more, but refrained herself from it. “Sure, just… be careful,”

Placing her hands in her pockets, she turned around to leave but before you could stop your stupid mouth, the words had already escaped you. “You still care?”

That stopped her in her tracks and when your eyes connected again you could see a thousand emotions crossing them at lightning speed. Confusion, surprise, hurt, disbelief, before finally settling in anger. Fuck, that was a mistake.

“Believe it or not, I wasn’t the one who willingly stopped hanging out with you,” she said sarcastically.

“It’s–it’s not like that. I–”

“Yeah, well, you never bothered to explain anyway, did you? Just, ditched the loser and got a fresh new batch of cool friends,”

“Robin, I–”

“Hey, Y/N!” Patrick McKinney interrupted your conversation, jogging down the hall to where you were, smiling at having found you. As he went to put his arm around your shoulders, he finally seemed to catch on to the palpable tesion in the air, and looked between you and Robin confused.

Shit, you forgot. To prevent people from getting suspicious, you accepted a date with Patrick, one of the jocks from the basketball team. Morally, you know what you did was wrong, but out of the bunch, Patrick seemed sweet, and you know that he wasn’t as pushy as some of the others. He was the perfect candidate, and he liked you, you just, didn’t quite like him, as more than a friend at least.

“I’ve looking for you everywhere, you ready to go?” he sounded unsure, words trailing off and eyes drifting from Robin to you.

You stood there troubled, not knowing what to do. In truth, you wanted to explain the situation to Robin but really, what was there to explain? You weren’t about to say ‘Hey, Robin! So glad to see you. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, but I just had the hugest crush on you, y’know. Been in love since forever and couldn’t stand having to be with you without being able to kiss you or without imploding every single time you got close to me, and I would rather die than have to be there for when you got a boyfriend and came to talk to me about how much you loved him and how cute he was. But I’m cool now so everything’s okay, let’s be friends again! wanna have a sleepover?’.

As you pondered on what to do, Robin decided for you and sighed irritated. “Have fun with your lil’ boyfriend,” she muttered as she left, head downcast.

“You know her?” he questioned.

“Just– just an old friend. Let’s go,” ´Patrick looked hesitant, curious to know more, but he knew you, and the fact that you even gave him a chance at all was too big of an opportunity to fuck it up by being nosy, so he just smiled, trying to diffuse the tension by making idle chatter with you about the game.

Not that you really listened though, watching Robin leave from over your shoulder as you exited the school, headed to the party, and on your way out you could’ve sworn that you heard a clock ticking.

Robin’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

Eddie’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

#robin buckley #eddie munson #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #robin x reader #eddie munson imagine #robin buckley imagine

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ael-dragon-vry-sorcha · 2 years

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Okay, listen to me-

I HATE not knowing fictional characters birthdays

so here's my take on them!!

- by years

- from youngest to oldest

- plus the ages throughout the seasons

- I mention only when the dates are canon (if it isn't mentioned then it's my HC)

- psa: I didn't based this on astrology at all

edit : i added Mikhail Antonov birthday

Holly Wheeler: 4 February 1980 - 3./4/5/6

Erica Sinclair: 26 January 1975 - 8/9/10/11

Max Mayfield: 19 September 1971 - 12/13/13/14 Suzie Bingham: 8 August 1971 - 12/13/13/14 Lucas Sinclair: 14 June 1971 - 12/13/14/14 El/Jane Hopper: 8 June 1971 - 12/13/14/14 Dustin Henderson: 29 May 1971 (canon) - 12/13/14/14 Jake ???: 29 April 1971 - 12/13/14/14 Mike Wheeler: 7 April 1971 (canon) - 12/13/14/14 Angela ???: 30 March 1971 - 12/13/14/15 Will Byers: 22 March 1971 (canon) - 12/13/14/15 The girl who has a crush on Will: 30 February 1971 - 12/13/14/15

James Dante: 30 October 1969 - 14/15/15/16 Mikhail Antonov: 26 September 1969 - 14/15/15/16 Gareth Emerson: 7 September 1969 - 14/15/15/16 Troy Walsh: 11 August 1969 - 14/15/15/16

Vickie ???: 3 November 1968 - 15/15/16/17 Jeff ???: 2 November 1968 - 15/15/16/17 Robin Buckley: 15 August 1968 - 15/16/16/17 Patrick McKinney: 16 April 1968 - 15/16/17/17 Keith ???: 16 March 1968 - 15/16/17/18

Jonathan Byers: 24 October 1967 - 16/17/17/18 Heather Holloway: 20 October 1967 - 16/17/17/18 Barbara Holland: 13 September 1967 (canon) - 16/x/x/x Fred Benson: 4 August 1967 - 16/17/17/18 Chrissy Cunningham: 13 June 1967 (semi-canon) - 16/17/18/18 Nancy Wheeler: 31 May 1967 - 16/17/18/18 Argyle ???: 23 May 1967 - 16/17/18/18 Billy Hargrove: 29 March 1967 (canon) - 16/17/18/x Jason Carver: 6 March 1967 - 16/17/18/19 Eden Bingham: 23 January 1967 - 16/17/18/19

Steve Harrington: 5 December 1966 - 16/17/18/19 Tommy Hagan: 31 July 1966 - 17/18/18/19 Carol Perkins: 2 June 1966 - 17/18/18/19

Tammy Thompson: 12 July 1965 - 18/19/19/20 Eddie Munson: 28 April 1965 - 18/19/20/20

Kali Prasad: 8 May 1964 - 19/20/21/21

Terry Ives: 6 September 1951 - 31/32/32/33

Phil Callahan: 22 June 1949 - 34/35/36/36

Scott Clarke: 12 October 1948 - 35/36/36/37

Becky Ives: 30 June 1947 - 36/37/38/38 Claudia Henderson: 3 May 1947 - 36/37/38/38 Bob Newby: 3 February 1947 - 36/37/x/x Henry Creel: 28 January 1947 - 36/37/38/39

Dmitri Antonov (Enzo): 3 December 1946 - 36/37/38/39

Calvin Powell: 17 June 1944 - 39/40/41/41 Karen Wheeler: 9 April 1944 - 39/40/41/41 Alice Creel: 29 February 1944 - would be 39 in S1 Murray Bauman: 1 January 1944 - 39/40/41/42

Joyce Byers: 21 September 1942 - 41/42/42/43 Sue Sinclair: 6 January 1942 - 41/42/43/44

Jim Hopper: 18 November 1941 - 41/42/43/44

Lonnie Byers: 10 July 1940 - 43/44/44/45

Charles Sinclair: 20 July 1939 - 44/45/45/46

Ted Wheeler: 18 February 1938 - 45/46/47/48

Martin Brenner: 24 June 1931 - 52/53/54/54

Sam Owens: 17 August 1924 - 59/60/61/61

#here have somes dates!!#do whatever you want with it #stranger things #byler #i'm absolutely not going to tag every character #vrysorcha #personal #st5 #stranger things s5 #mikhailgate #insane vry

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