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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

now, i KNOW That it's probably his shirt, but like,,,

he's at the byers', and how many times have we seen him wear a plaid shirt exactly?

plus, it kinda looks like will's, imagine them buying matching shirts

See the full post

190 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#4

"i love mike but-" "i like byler but-" "i'm not homophobic but-" "will is gay but-"

literally shut the fuck up

191 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#3

i'm wondering what would happen if they don't get interrupted during one of their tender emotional moments.

would they keep staring into each other's eyes lovingly? would they move closer? would will hint at his feelings for mike? would mike snap out of it and be like "haha man that was awkward bro, i gotta go... dude. we're friends haha"?

i need to know

230 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#2

if there's any kind of physical contact between them in vol2, a hug, a handhold, an encouraging pat, literally whatever, i need it to be mike who initiates it. not only to make up for his half assed hug at the airport, but also so that byler antis won't have the excuse that "will is obviously forcing himself on mike and mike just hugged back because he feels bad for him".

239 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

this is the closest to byler we've had and i don't know how to feel about it

296 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

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Stranger Than Fiction

Part 4: Deja Vu

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

Part 1, ...(Masterlist)... Part 5

A/N: Back at it again with another chapter! I hope you are all ready for some tension! Kind of sad I have to go back to work soon, I won't have time to post as regularly as I have the past week. I hope you guys like it! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag-list!

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: Swearing

As August approached its final week, the reality of returning to school truly set in. Your mom gave you money for school supplies and even gave you extra to buy a new outfit. While she was asleep, you slipped the money back into her purse. You never liked spending your mom’s money. It was what had driven you to first start babysitting. She already did so much for you and worked so hard. It didn't feel right. 

You hadn’t worked since you had gotten out of the hospital but you had a bit stashed away, just in case. If you needed school supplies or clothes you would be using your own money. 

Unfortunately, there were some things that were not open to negotiation with your mom. One of them being your transportation to school. You lived off the school bus route and your mother insisted that the 10 miles was too far for you to bike every day. You didn't bring up the fact that it was never a problem before. You knew that it had more to do with the fact she was terrified something would happen to you again. So instead, you relented. She wanted you to take her car but you insisted that she might need it at home if something happened during the day. The two of you eventually came to the agreement that you would either get a ride from Hopper or Steve. 

Around this same time, you would have one of your last conversations with Billy that summer. 

You were walking in the neighbourhoods on the west end of Hawkins. You didn't come to this area often. The homes were small and slightly run down, not much better than your own. You were heading to the West Point Lookout, it was outside the quarry and was one of the few places in this area that offered the type of solitude you were looking for. The view was an added bonus. 

As you walk, your attention is drawn by the sound of raised voices. 

“Fucking piece of shit!” You slow your pace, finding the source of commotion. A little ways ahead of you and across the street you can see Billy and his father. You watch as his father angrily tosses a hammer to the ground. “I need to pick up more studs. I want this porch painted by the time I get back,” You hear him yell, climbing into the camaro and slamming the door. “Or it’s your ass!” he adds, jabbing a finger in Billy's direction before pulling out of the driveway. 

You come to a complete stop as you watch the car disappear around the corner. You turn your attention back to Billy as he stands on the patchy grass of the front lawn. He looks so tense you are surprised he doesn't snap in half. In a burst of movement that causes you to jump, Bully lunges forward, swiftly kicking a metal paint can across the yard, letting out a frustrated scream.

You avert your eyes, planning on continuing on your way, hoping to avoid any heated interaction with Billy. But something stops you. Looking back to Billy you watch as he rakes his fingers roughly through his hair, taking a seat on the porch steps. He pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and takes a long drag. He inhales the smoke deeply, like he needs it more than oxygen. You aren't sure, from how far away you are, but you think you see his hands shaking. He looks very alone… and scared.

You take a moment to curse yourself for feeling so empathetic towards a practical stranger. But, the whole situation feels vaguely familiar to you, you can't seem to put your finger on it, like the worst kind of deja vu. 

“This is so stupid…” You grumble to yourself before taking a deep breath and begin walking towards Billy. As you approach, his head is down, one hand rubbing the back of his neck the other rolling the lit cigarette between his forefinger and thumb. 

“The place looks pretty good.” You comment as you draw closer, approaching the steps from the driveway. Billy’s head snaps up, clearly surprised to no longer be alone. Seeing you at the bottom of the steps his expression quickly shifts into a hard scowl.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks, taking another pull of his cigarette. Trying to remain civil, despite his hostile tone, you reply evenly. 

“I was on my way to the quarry, I happened to see you and decided I would stop by. Say hi.” You shrug your shoulders, idly putting your hands in your pockets as you stand at the base of the steps. He chuckles without humour, a malicious smile pulling at his lips as he stands. The flash of his teeth as he advances on you reminds you of something dangerous. 

“Well that’s just great! The village crazy showing some neighbourly hospitality.” There is a pause as he stands in front of you. He takes another pull off his cigarette exhaling the smoke directly into your face. The smoke stings your eyes making them water but you force yourself not to cough as he leers down at you. His tongue darts out over his teeth, like a wolf baring its fangs. “Now get the fuck off my driveway.” he spits venemously, dropping the cigarette butt inches from your sneakers before stepping between your legs snuffing out the embers with the toe of his boot. 

You can barely breathe with how close he is to you. Thankfully, he turns sharply and walks over to a workbench grabbing a new can of paint. You watch his back as he uses a flathead screwdriver to pop the lid off the can, pouring the white paint into a roller basin. 

Every rational part of your brain is telling you to walk away, to listen to him and turn around, to go back to your walk, back to your solitude. But, the stupid, kind, and stubborn part of you makes you stay. Walking forward you grab one of the paint rollers off the ground and move to stand next to Billy. 

“I want to help.” you say simply. Billy turns to you, anger burning in his eyes. 

“I don’t need your damn help, loca! I said get the hell out of here! You have a death wish or something?!” He growls, threateningly taking a step towards you. You try to keep your expression neutral as you meet his eyes. Internally you can feel your heart racing and grip the paint roller with both hands to keep them from shaking. 

“According to you? That’s exactly what I have.” you respond coolly. Billy’s eyes scan your face, the tension between the two of you sparking like electricity. After what feels like an eternity Billy finally relents.

“Fine.” he barks, turning to grab the other paint roller. “I don't have time to argue with some crazy bitch.” He grumbles, dipping his roller into the paint. “But if you fuck something up, it’s your ass.” he says, moving to one side of the porch. You quickly follow after him. You can't help but feel a small sense of victory as he explains exactly what needs to be done and how to do it. 

Then, the two of you begin. You work in silence for roughly 10 minutes before Billy disappears inside. He emerges with a boombox. Inserting a tape he presses play. You aren’t sure who the artist is, but it's the kind of rock music Hopper claimed was rotting kids' brains. You didn’t mind it. 

The two of you work diligently and in an hour you finish the first coat. Deciding to take a short break before starting the second, Billy retrieves two water bottles from the porch, handing one to you as he takes a seat on the steps. You both sit for a moment, drinking your water as you allow the breeze to cool the sweat that covered your skin. It is strangely peaceful. 

“Can I ask you something and you give me a serious answer?”  Billy’s voice breaks the silence. His question catches you off guard, surprising you. You take a moment to think before responding.

“Only if I can do the same.” You reply. You watch as Billy thinks this over, taking another swig of water before shrugging his shoulders.

“Fair enough, I guess.” he reasons.

“Then shoot.” You say casually. There is a pause before Billy asks his question. Like he’s trying to figure out exactly how to word it.

“I see you walking almost everyday. All over the place. Always someplace different. Sometimes even late at night.” he begins. “Why are you always outside? Are you like… homeless or something?” Your eyes turn to him, expecting it to be a joke but there is no teasing in his tone. Normally you would brush him off, but he had specifically asked for a serious answer. So, you give him one. 

“I was in the hospital for 6 months, earlier this year.” you begin to explain. “A lot of that time was spent in a single room.” you can feel his eyes on you as you study the plastic bottle in your hands. “Ever since I came home I can’t stand being inside. The walls feel like they are smothering me. It makes me feel like I can't breath, like I'm… trapped.” You answer honestly, swallowing past the lump that formed in your throat speaking the truth. “So I spend a lot of time outside, walking. It makes me feel calmer somehow.” you pause, waiting for his response.

“I can understand that.” You hear him mumble. You glance at him, his eyes meeting yours. You see the softness in them that you thought you saw the first time you met him. Billy looks away first, clearing his throat. 

“Alright, what's your question?” he asks gruffly. You realise you hadn’t really thought of one to ask him in return. So, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“What do you miss most about California?” Billy chuckles lightly, the corners of his lips twisting upwards. It’s the closest thing to a genuine smile you had ever seen on him. It contrasted starkly with his normal wolfish grin.

“The sunsets on the ocean.” He answers almost reflexively. His eyes settle on some far away place in the distance as he elaborates. “Being here is like being in a box. Always surrounded by trees, you can never really see the sun go down. But on the ocean…” He pauses, his mind going to a specific memory. “It’s impossible to tell where the water ends and the sky begins. Sometimes it's so bright it looks like the world is on fire.” There is silence between you as you take in his words. You never expected an answer like that from him. You want to ask him more but his expression darkens again as he comes back to reality. Back to Hawkins. 

“Doesn't matter now though.” He states, draining the rest of his water and standing up. “I’m stuck here.” He finishes, tossing the empty bottle aside and picking up his roller again.

You don't press him. You simply pick up your own roller and get back to work. The two of you finish the porch before Neil, Billy’s father, gets back. Neither of you say anything when you finish, you just pick up your bag, sling it over your shoulders and offer Billy a kind smile before turning to walk back down the driveway. 

“I’ll see you around, loca.” Billy calls after you. 

“See ya!” you respond, turning slightly to send him a wave as you walk away. 

You wouldn't see Billy again that summer. He and his father had returned to California to begin moving the rest of their things, now that the house was ready. Or, at least, that’s what you heard around town. 

You didn't have much time to dwell on his absence because the next week, classes began. 

Part 1, ...(Masterlist)... Part 5

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Let me know what you think, leave a like or a comment! I hope to have the next part posted soon!

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[kaoticartz]

Doing you’re boyfriends makeup 💜

[shining-like-fireworks13]

Nancy Wheeler and Her Guns >>>

Look What You Made Me Do x Stranger Things

Ooh, look what you made me do Look what you made me do Look what you just made me do Look what you just made me do

[kissingrzrs]

[residentstarboy]

The Duffer Bros. teasing queer ships / rep in Vol. 1

The Duffer Bros the MOMENT pride month ended and Vol 2. dropped

[sortagaysortahigh]

My mom: “i love eddie i cant wait to see him next season”

Me: bestie i have to you something…bestie im sorry but

[maniacace]

Did not like the way Robin said "it might not work out for us this time" I do not like it I am frightened

[strangelena]

!!SPOILERS!! Don't read unless you've watched volume 2

I am honestly at a loss right now, one word I have for the Duffer Brothers is why. Why out of the people they could've killed off they chose Eddie???

I have cried to the point my that my head is pounding and the amount of toilet paper scrunched up in my room isn't funny...

There are so many different ways they could've written it to prevent his death, it was basically forced. Given an opportunity to escape near death and the writers decided he should run towards it this one time? I mean I get that he had run from Chrissy and some other times but that's out of natural instinct.

What is there to prove, that he isn't a coward? It was obvious they put the thought that he is no hero out of D&D but who is? No one is a hero, it's just what people do when in danger or in fear to run or hide.

I'm just wondering what made them think that this would be a good way for him to die. It was actually quite poorly executed. There are dangerous man-eating demo bats trying to get through a door to them, and they're obviously outnumbered. And have no possible way to outrun or fight them successfully. There's a chance to escape, yet he didn't go for it?

I understand that he had previously ran from bad situations he was put in, and this was just a way to say he's not running anymore. But why in a situation of literal monsters? What if it was demo dogs or the Demogorgon? I'd presume he'd run, so why didn't he with the demo bats?

I will admit that there was a high possibility for him to be killed but really I didn't want to think about it... There were so many other characters that could've been killed off. No one in Russia died, as well in Nevada (except Brenner).

I don't know just how bad Eddie's injuries from the demo bats were, it looked like they bit into his skin like they did with Steve. But Steve survived? I know there were a lot of demo bats but he didn't look that badly injured compared to Max.

I just have this thought that Eddie could've survived. I'm just a combination of sad and angry, which I'm sure is the same for everyone else.

Well, it was heartbreaking, he was such a great character. Does feel like a lot of lost potential but hey the writers and Duffer Brothers chose this ending for him :(

Also, Joseph Quinn's acting throughout volumes 1 & 2 was absolutely impeccable. It might seem like the end for Eddie Munson, but there will be more greatness to come from Joseph. I won't deny because of Stranger Things there will be many more acting opportunities for him and really just more great films/tv shows to look forward to!

[hybrididiot]

⚠️ St4 vol2 spoliers ⚠️

It’s been hours now but i still can’t get over it. Why did he have to die? And for what?! A town that HATED him that still HATES him. The scene with Dustin and Eddies uncle … i can’t 🥹🥹.

He always said that he wasn’t a hero and made it very clear that in face of danger he runs and there is no shame in running. Yet he decided to be a hero.

Also fkn Eddie AND Max back to back. Like i know Max didn’t end up dying but at that moment two of my true favorites just .. DIED. I …. I genuinely stopped breathing for a minute.

Rest in Peace Eddie 🥹 ( My all time favorite character to ever exist)

[imagineacoolusername]

Goddamn Noah is such an excellent actor. You can really see every emotion that Will is going through

yess i started bawling my eyes out in the best friends scene

[svnshineson]

If the Duffer brothers cared about my *✧･ﾟ:*sanity*:･ﾟ✧* they’d bring Chrissy back to life

[mikewheely]

Can someone, for the love of God, tell me what is going on about some new ST "spoilers" that everyone is talking about + laughing at? What "spoilers"?

[jk-unless]

Just realized the irony of Eddie having a bat tattoo and demonic ones being the cause of his death…I hate it here.

[elandfriends]

Just got back from a two-week-long vacation and I have not watched v2 yet, but I'm too tired so I'm watching it tomorrow.

[residentstarboy]

Duffer Brothers I'm coming into your minds with a flamethrower