SOMEONE DID DIE THAT NIGHT.

WILL BYERS DIED NOVEMBER 13, 1983.

[daedboy]

private & selective blog for will byers from netflix's stranger things.

alt fc, anti-schnapp. very canon divergent. read my rules.

[demobrat]

eddie out of wills space, still too close to , grinning behind a curtain of hair. he settles himself in next to will, slumping against a locker with his arms crossed over his chest. when he made the choice to scare the daylights out of a frozen dead in a school hallway will byers, he thought he'd be getting a little juicier of a story. nope. it's fucking wheeler, as per usual.

the problem with these little freshman twerps is that they’re so damn rambunctious. eddie knows he's a super-super senior and the big two-one is coming up quick, but until these kids, he thought he was still young and spry himself. they wear him out. henderson's gang all has got history, some sordid backstory that's been playing out since kindergarten, and with that history comes enough drama to fuel fires till the end of winter. eddie wouldn't really care, historically he does a great job of not listening to things he finds monotonous, but they keep bringing their shit into hellfire. more than once he’s hushed them, punished them in game, made threats of the entirely-going-to-happen and completely improbable variety. nothing has worked. they've has a penchant for straight-off-the-soaps melodrama, with wheeler and his name-brand bullshit at the helm.

"so... you, uhhh-" he grimaces and looks around at anything but will. lockers, how interesting! why, the scuffed laminate flooring from three decades ago has never looked better! eddie scratches at his forehead, then rubs at his eyes with both hands. he shouldn't get involved. he shouldn't pick sides in the great teeny-bopper epics. you shall not pass. "you catch anything good? something worth writing home about? let me guess." he raises his voice high, a cracking, mean impression, "'my mommy says i can only have playdates with fellow reaganites. how ever will i break the news?'" fuck it, maybe he's a bleeding heart. eddie still remembers the kid's missing posters plastered on every surface in town. he doesn't know how will's friends have the wherewithal to treat him like shit when it seems like a storybook miracle he's here at all.

[daedboy]

will can guess where eddie stands. from the inside out this is lame. it is. that's what it is. and will wishes it would be over by now, that mike would just get over himself. will takes this opportunity to drop his bag, as he starts putting away his binder. he's avoiding mike, everyone knows that. and everyone seems to know why except for mike.

"no." he snickers, feels bad for laughing. that's far from a charitable mike impression but boy is it funny. like casting dispel magic will isn't feeling entirely miserable anymore. "-no, he...he keeps asking why i am acting so different. and weird." will is staring off in the direction the guys went. feels bad for even saying anything in the first place. then thinks. no they were talking about him, mike was complaining about him.

will picks up his bag and looks around, no one is staring. they stare less whenever he's around eddie. whatever eddie gets up to, it earns him more stares. like will isn't entirely yesterdays news. they just don't care that much. "but he's the one who started it. like he can't handle me not being. that same kid. not that i'm old, i just. i've changed. and it seems it's only a problem when. when i do it." he's trying not to say too much. he trusts eddie, somewhat below what he trusts jonathan with. but they are still in school, and school has never been safe for will byers. "does it ever stop? when you get older...like you and your friends you're older. does it ever stop being...like this?" round eyes look up at eddie. feels partially like he's talking in code, he doesn't know if eddie can give a clear answer. but what will knows is that eddie can give him an out.

[daedboy]

@sordidery

things aren't exactly as they once was. and they could not be, not entirely possible. a summer in the sunny california sun, it's wrapping soon. but mike's here and he's. he's really here. for the first time in a really long time will feels. good about it. complete. will byers changed and the sun has only made that more evident.

they're trying to make the most of it, even when will is to go back home with mike and it seems like. well things changed. the sun is setting and they are back at the place they're staying at, temporary room that will has made all his own.

"i am glad you came." it's sweet and honest and maybe a little too revealing. but will byers doesn't mind that at the moment. no one else but the two of them in these four walls. "-california has been good. for me. specifically. and i guess i'm glad you get to know it too. even if it's for a little bit." it's done a lot to will byers, these short months. met people. done things. it feels right, natural for mike to be here, that little bit of hawkins he surely did miss. despite. well despite everything about last year.

[daedboy]

why are we whispering?

will doesn't scare easy, but eddie's words make him jump in place. he holds his notebook tighter. he didn't know he was whispering, round eyes turn to the side. "eddie." it's half shushing him. but his heart isn't into it, the half smile gives away that eddie isn't a bother. it seems like one of the few allies one will byers has, one of the few who understand the position he so commonly finds himself in.

the only thing keeping him sane is the prospect of hellfire, the meetings the sessions. and he is the only one he can hide behind of whenever he is avoiding. well.

he's eavesdropping, something he surely shouldn't be doing. mike complaining, as usual. he just wanted to know who he was talking about, because the world has gone off it's axis and mike wheeler and will byers have a three inch space between them at all times, unexplicable and undeniable force. will isn't one to hold a grudge, he doesn't know himself all that much anymore. it seems like they've left.

"well. we were whispering. i-" he looks away suddenly embarrassed. caught. he is aware eddie doesn't care, doesn't mind whenever something a little less than honest might be happening. what he doesn't want to be is lame. lame in the eyes of eddie munson. "i was trying to listen in." a little nervous bite of his lip. "i think they were talking about me." he sounds annoyed, maybe even a little bitter....oh what has become of will byers? he's biting his thumb nail now. looking at eddie. surely labeled lame by now.

[mcxine-archive]

maxine is miles and years away when will finds her. plugging the sink with her hand, chewed up fingers stinging nicely as the cold water fills up the porcelain. the hiss of the tap reminds her of the constant waves that ripple up the shoreline. she hated swimming because she was afraid of it. she hated billy because she was afraid of him. now she's just scared for him, and maybe if she hated him a little less, he would've found her before it got worse, whatever this was, and talked to her about it. maxine watches the water fill up, jumping to twist the tap tight until the water stops when will's voice finally registers. both hands sink into the basin now, drawing all the blood away from her ears and to her fingertips turning red and numb. she doesn't know why she does this, even at home, especially at home. when it gets too loud or when it gets too much. cold water brings her heart elsewhere to slowdown from racing. she doesn't say anything to will, not yet, she's still stuck in california watching billy surf with her legs half-buried in the sand.

" i'm not. " foolish pride. although, it's never really sounded like pride to begin with. just nonsense. defensive. defending. it's wrong to be a bitch a home. to moan and complain, that is, unless you're a woman. unless you're susan. cry all you want, it's what's expected for the girls in the house. soft, obedient. max never wanted to be anything like her mother, especially if how she's loved by neil is what love all is. but she looks at will, now. her memory of the beach fades as max slowly leaves california. the numbness from her hands continue to creep up her arms. will is only trying to do something no one else has, so max apologizes. " sorry. " mumbled, uncomfortably because of the softness, not because she doesn't mean it. " i just. i wish it wasn't him. you know? " she sees billy on the waves, on his board, under the sun. and suddenly max wonders what jonathan thought of seeing will like.. this. " this sucks. "

[daedboy]

will lingers. sits with it. he does not miss the feeling of not being in control of his own body, how cold and lonely it felt. he doesn't think anyone should be subjected to it. he doesn't want to think how badly billy might be doing now, he doesn't want to think how it makes him sick to hear the others talk like this. about someone who has no control over themselves. his stomach sinks, the dread makes a home of him. being on the other side of it.

he wishes jonathan were here. he's somewhat good at this, the hard parts. will feels like anything he might say might be wrong, he's been getting it wrong lately. brown eyes look at the water running. thank god it's summer. the cold makes will feel weird, uncomfortable. he's rubbing his fingers before he nods, suddenly aware how him and max haven't talked a lot recently. how this is the thing bringing them together.

"it's okay. you don't have to say sorry." he does understand. "-it's awful." believe him when he says it. everything seems to be crumbling, and will doesn't have the voice to deal with it. the anger isn't really there, it's just frustrating. then, a little more certain of himself. looks at her, someone casting guidance. bonus on a roll. "we have dealt with it before. and i'm...i'm in one piece. for the most part. so." that's the difference between him and the rest of the guys, will's just a little bit more hopeful. "-maybe we will figure something out."

[daedboy]

at some point will's world went from really small to really big. he wasn't really here when it happened, it all went on while he wasn't just himself. his friends moved on. moved on from him and so did the rest of the world.

the mood is tense. will doesn't know where the momentary bravery took over, he doesn't know why he spoke up. there's this lingering anxiety buzzing through him. he isn't someone that gets angry but frustration has learned to make a home in his chest. he notices max, away from the rest of them. and will's been quiet, like he's figuring out himself. he doesn't let the fear overpower him. he can't afford it too.

stands up when he notices @mcxine moving away from the kitchen to the living room. he doesn't want to be in here either. nervousness made boy, they have never really connected. but again will's not here. not entirely. he enters the space and leans against the counter, figdets with the loose thread of his shorts.

"hey." and it comes out soft. clears out his throat. "-what i said. earlier, i mean it. it's okay if you are upset and worried about your-about...about billy. i know jonathan was. when it was me." it's the type of thing he keeps to himself. it's hard, extending a hand. it's even harder to stand up when it's your friends. but none of them know what it's like. a special brand of isolation meant for one will byers.

[daedboy]

so the thing is that, in order to like have some grasp on my will portrayal i will be like making a list of changes ? or adjustments because i am of the believe that will was just NOT used to his fullest potential, i think i'll pair this with some overall indicators of what i am doing with the horror elements of the show...

this is before the big st rewrite since i am still watching the show

[daedboy]

why can't you look me in the eyes? /+ jonathan

for the first many years of his life will byers felt different. but it's only up to recently that he feels wrong. he thought the worst of it had been over now. restless nights, endless nightmares. feeling not entirely himself. blinking in and out of realities.

there was a realization brewing, left overnight. held tight in his chest. will byers was no longer that kid, the one his mom and jonathan seemed to talk about when they reminisce about a life that was once very different. or different enough. he moves the fork around the plate, not lost in thought but pretending to be. he thinks if he plays enough tricks, summons enough illusions jonathan will finally give up.

but tonight jonathan doesn't, and he speaks quiet, concerned, almost scared, will recognizes this voice, in the last year or so it's been haunting him. and that's not what will wants, what will wants is for jonathan to look away. and to keep his eyes there so he doesn't notice that his little brother is all wrong. smudged with an inky black, that he won't smile the way he did before. and maybe sleight of hand did not work. will feels a tug in his heart, sentimentality wanting to turn to anger, to frustration.

"because i don't want to." he starts, sounds younger than he feels. stuck in a feedback loop. dark eyes finally land on jonathan and he stops playing with the food. "-i don't want you to figure it out. i don't want you to figure me out." he's changed in ways he can't explain, the worry that he might have changed too much for jonathan to...handle, it makes his stomach sink. dread. blinks his focus back into his plate. i'm not good, i feel wrong. i've been wrong even with that thing out of me.

[daedboy]

❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜ /+ jonathan

distance doesn't do much to fix everything that's wrong with will byers. but ever since they got further, and further away from hawkins things changed. a little.

now the problem seems to be that will has to keep up appearances, in california no one really knows him. no one notices him, blends in with the rest of the crowd that is like him. that's a different type of pressure, that's a different type of guilt. missing his friends, missing mike but not. not missing hawkins.

not missing the way he was treated, not missing the nasty nicknames, or the way people looked at him. like he was wrong, like he was wrong for turning up alive. will tends to get in way over his head, he's left thinking and feeling and it's a nasty little cycle he does not need anyone to be privy to. except maybe if jonathan's in the house. jonathan feels it, senses it, like he just cast detect thoughts on will. so the conversation has been going in a circle and will's mood hadn't changed. until it fizzled out and.

will makes a little smile, like the word is so foreign it confuses him. "a party?" the idea seems exciting, it makes him nervous. surely it can't be, what will is thinking jonathan is not saying. something to that effect. "-you mean hanging out in argyle's couch eating pizza." he doesn't mind that, in fact will feels like that would raise his spirits somehow still.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄.   (   a collection of  dialogue prompts originating from alice in wonderland 2010. adjust as desired.   )

you have finally lost your senses.

this venture is impossible.

the only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible.

that kind of thinking could ruin you.

the nightmare, again?

do you think i've gone around the bend?

you're mad. bonkers, off your head.

if you get frightened, you can always wake up.

doubt they'll notice if we never arrive.

who's to say what is proper?

to me, a corset is like a codfish.

i'm sorry. i'm tired, i didn't sleep well last night.

it's always the same, ever since i can remember.

don't most people have different dreams?

there. you're beautiful.

there. you're beautiful. now, can you manage a smile?

at last. we thought you'd never arrive.

[ name ] is waiting to dance with you.

i hope you don't think i've taken advantage of your misfortunes.

do you ever tire of quadrille?

i think you'll do best to keep your visions to yourself.

i was wondering what it would be like to fly.

[ name ], meet me under the gazebo in ten minutes.

but now you've brought it up, you have to tell me.

everyone went through so much effort to keep it a secret.

i don't know if i want to marry [ name ].

shall we take a leisurely stroll through the garden, just you & me?

what an odd thing to say.

i couldn't be more interested, but you'll have to excuse me.

i think i'm going mad.

i don't know. i'm confused, i need time to think.

me? but i'm not the one who's sneaking around.

i think i ... i need a moment.

i am not convinced.

how is that for gratitude?

who are you, if i might ask?

the question is, who are you?

what do you mean by that? i ought to know who i am.

wait, this is my dream. i'm going to wake up now & you'll all disappear.

that's odd. pinching usually does the trick.

did you steal them?

it looks like you ran afoul of something with wicked claws.

well, i'd better have a look.

i'll be fine as soon as i wake up.

what do you call yourself?

all i want to do is wake up from this dream.

i was obliged to kill time until your return.

we simply must commence with the slaying & such.

all this talk of blood & slaying has put me off my tea.

what happened that day was not my fault.

you ran out on them to save your own skin.

what's wrong with you, [ name ]? you used to be the life of the party.

would you like to join us? you're late for tea!

i'm not slaying anything. i don't slay, so put it out of your mind.

wait! you can't leave me here.

you're not the same as you were before.

you were much more ... muchier. you've lost your muchness.

it's not a pretty story.

that is not foretold.

i've been told what i must do & who i must be.

i'll decide where it goes from here.

i make the path.

i've come to you, hoping you would understand what it's like.

and who is this lovely creature?

you're too soft.

the trees seem sad... have you been speaking with them?

rest now. you've done well.

is it not better to be feared than loved?

i'm frightened, [ name ]. i don't like it in here, it's terribly crowded.

you're entirely bonkers. but i'll tell you a secret; all of the best people are.

that's better, you look like yourself again.

why is it you're always too small or too tall?

i don't take orders from big, clumsy, galumphing—

why haven't you mentioned this?

i believe this belongs to you.

i thought we'd settled this.

i suggest you keep a sword on hand.

it is far better to be feared than loved.

it's against my vows to harm any living creature.

here i am, still in one piece.

i would have regretted not seeing you again.

you know what tomorrow is, don't you?

still believe this is a dream, do you?

this has all come from my own mind.

i'm afraid you're just a figment of my imagination.

you would have to be half-mad to dream me up.

i'll miss you when i wake up.

you cannot live your life to please others. the choice must be yours.

when you step out to face that creature, you will step out alone.

nothing was ever accomplished with tears.

don't go. i need your help, i don't know what to do.

i can't help you if you don't even know who you are.

you're just as dim-witted as the first time you were here.

it wasn't a dream at all ... it was a memory.

the sword knows what it wants. all you have to do is hold onto it.

i know what you're doing. you think you can blink those pretty little eyes & i'll melt.

it is MY crown! i am the eldest!

sometimes i believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

so, my old foe, we meet on the battlefield once again.

you are banished. no one is to ever show you kindness.

majesty, i hope you bear me no ill will.

i do not owe you a kindness.

i'll be back again before you know it.

of course i will, how could i forget?

good lord ... are you alright?

i love you, but this is my life. i'll decide what to do with it.

i'll find something useful to do with my life.

shall we speak in my study?

perhaps you'd consider becoming an apprentice.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ you ever think about purpose? ❜

❛ i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? ❜

❛ i have time for this. ❜

❛ you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. ❜

❛ i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. ❜

❛ if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? ❜

❛ i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. ❜

❛ what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? ❜

❛ sometimes, i look like february. ❜

❛ you want a sprite? you look kinda green. ❜

❛ can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? ❜

❛ chef, that's way too much acid. ❜

❛ you, uh, making a sundae? ❜

❛ that actually sounds delicious. ❜

❛ because you're the bear and i remember you. ❜

❛ i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? ❜

❛ i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. ❜

❛ i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? ❜

❛ you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? ❜

❛ it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. ❜

❛ so how long you been a cook? ❜

❛ how’d you get good at this? ❜

❛ you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? ❜

❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜

❛ it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. ❜

❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜

❛ what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. ❜

❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜

❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜

❛ i think time spent doing this is time well spent. ❜

❛ never too late to start over. ❜

❛ i just want you to know... that this is really nice. ❜

❛ i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. ❜

❛ we just don't say hello anymore? ❜

❛ you're wearing a suit? ❜

❛ uh, yeah, i wear suits now. ❜

❛ i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. ❜

❛ i actually do think that we could fit good together. ❜

❛ i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? ❜

❛ i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. ❜

❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜

❛ you just came from a funeral? ❜

❛ yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. ❜

❛ you want me to make you some coffee? ❜

❛ i just need your focus like you need mine. ❜

❛ you good? ❜

❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜

❛ alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. ❜

❛ looks gorgeous, chef. ❜

❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜

❛ oh, let me make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜

❛ that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? ❜

❛  i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. ❜

❛ well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. ❜

❛ you deserve my full focus. ❜

❛ i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. ❜

❛ you're not gonna fuck it up. ❜

❛ i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. ❜

❛ you could do this without me. ❜

❛ i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. ❜

❛ you make me better at this. ❜

❛ you still love to cook, right? ❜

❛ how's the wine? ❜

❛ yo. we're low on forks, chef. ❜

❛ okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. ❜

❛ i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. ❜

❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜

❛ do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? ❜

❛ just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. ❜

❛ i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. ❜

❛ i don't know how to say i'm sorry. ❜

❛ i need you to say it's okay. ❜

❛ you are being so fucking weird, man. ❜

❛ i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. ❜

❛ i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. ❜

❛ maybe i'm just not built for this. ❜

❛ because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. ❜

❛ i'm really sorry you feel that way. ❜

❛ would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? ❜

❛ i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? ❜

❛ you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. ❜

❛ where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? ❜

❛ i fucking love you! ❜

❛ you fucking need me. ❜

❛ i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. ❜

❛ i love you, chef. ❜

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

[daedboy]

IMPORTANT TO NOTE. i am not affiliated with the larger st rp community, i will not hesitate to softblock and unfollow people. it's important that i feel comfortable in this space, however i am open to new interactions. anything i detect as out of line will earn you a hardblock, i have no time or energy for that. i am also doing a lot of changing and heavy lifting of canon, read my rules before interacting.

MUN IS 21+ dni if you are a minor.

I DO NOT USE N*AH SCHNAPP as a fc, i have many different fcs for will.

I AM A PLOT CENTERED BLOG i have too many blogs and there are specific things i want to explore with will, therefore there is a big focus on plotting, once we have digured out a dynamic or a timeline or have discussed our portrayals can we move on to wing some aspects of interactions.

PLEASE DO NOT ASSUME THINGS ABOUT MY PORTRAYAL i am doing some big changes to the canon and will in some aspects, which is why i will only be writing with previous plotting.

I SHIP CHEMISTRY and CHEMISTRY ONLY. i am not sure whether i will actually ship will with other characters, however if any shipping were to occur it will remain 100% romantic, he is underage and even in verses where he is older i will not be writing any explicit or s*xual adjacent scenarios with him.

IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS COMMITTED R*PE AND/OR S*XUAL  ABUSE OF ANY NATURE do not follow me this is a big trigger of mine, i will hardblock you.

I AM ACTIVELY COMPARING AND PARALLELING will's story with my version of billy hargrove's story, if this bothers you then there are a million other will blogs to follow.

I AM ONLY WRITING MIKE/WILL STUFF with ripley's mike wheeler.

THIS BLOG WILL FEATURE A HEAVY TRIGGERING CONTENT since this blog is stranger things based, any trigger warnings on that material may occasionally apply ( triggers will be tagged as tw blood and cw blood ). my portrayal of will leans heavily on the horror elements of the show, so that is something that will be explored on this blog, having psychic visions, being possessed, eldritch horror and several other horror adjacent elements will be present.

REGARDING CHARACTERS THAT MAY BE CONSIDER PROBLEMATIC. safe to say i do not condone their actions, but i do not mind interacting with them. if that is a problem for you this is not the blog for you. means that i will interact with billy blogs or even jason blogs if they are mutuals with me.

FOR ANY OPINION I MIGHT HAVE ON A CHARACTER DYNAMIC you can just ask, i will headcanon and talk more about dynamics as i continue the development in this blog.