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[starsarefire824]

Life's Illusions, I Recall- Chapter 2: Wormwood

Maybe he knew exactly what he should do next, and he couldn’t make himself do it. 

He wanders into places that afternoon he has no business being, but can convince himself are relevant enough to waste his time on. He goes to the Saugatuck-Douglas Historical Museum. He goes into a bar with the Indiana flag in the window. He stops by the library to look through old newspapers. For what, exactly, he isn’t sure — a big headline that says “Child Killer’s Victim Moves to Sagatauk”, maybe. That’s the only way he was going to make any headway with his head screwed on sideways like this. 

Mike gives up and stops for lunch at the bar next to the library. He orders a grilled cheese and a beer. They seat him outside in the warm summer sunshine. It’s a nuisance to him as he spreads out his case files over the table. He has to use his utensils to pin them down so they don’t blow away in the breeze. 

He has, maybe, the first smart idea he has had all day, and he decides to go through the files looking for information on each of the boys to determine if they have any visual similarities. If the creep had a type. That could at least be something to go off of. 

Mike removes his glasses with a heavy sigh and takes a swig of his beer. So many fucking names. Little boys. Many of them had dark hair and dark eyes. It easily could have been him if he happened to live in the same town in the 1980s. He rubs his thumb over the two names the FBI redacted. The two survivors. One of them is his interviewee. @souverian-are-we

Read Part 1- "Fortunately, I Believe,"- the religious camp au, HERE!

[amaati]

"When he noticed Mike staring his eyelashes fluttered, as if he had somehow stirred him from a daydream. The boy shifted on his feet awkwardly and brushed his damp bangs back from his face, and Mike swore he could see a blush stain his cheeks, as if embarrassed. " - Fortunately, I Believe

This Byler fic genuinely keeps me up at night, and I am absolutely obsessed so I had to draw it!

Authors are the phenomenal: @souverian-are-we & @starsarefire824

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[strangeswift]

in a show about the power of friendship and found family we Must completely isolate the traumatized female lead from everyone who cares about her. that was my impression of the duffer brothers

[souverian-are-we]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/10

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven | Jane Hopper Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Split Timelines, Adulthood, Academic Pressure, Traditions, Rich Mike Wheeler, Mystery, Mental Breakdown, Corruption, Class Differences, Estrangement, Friendship, Manipulation Summary:

The bell tower at Hawkins Preparatory Academy was a hundred and sixty six years old. The tower was the oldest building on campus, and the fourth oldest building still standing in the bijou, foggy town of Hawkins, Maine.

or, in 1988, will byers is a fresh-faced transfer student at a prestigious prep school. in 2006, the dark history of his year there crawls to the surface.

[lefia]

This will probably get like 10 likes but i don't care i drew it for myself I'm satisfied i love Erica

[fivendandelions]

STRANGER THINGS 5.04 — Chapter Four: Sorcerer

[jimhenson-themuppetmaster]

Christmas Time at Gonzo's

[weepingwidar]

Grzegorz Pieniak (Polish, 1994) - Untitled/Red Shoes (2024)

[bookwyrminspiration]

sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

[jimhenson-themuppetmaster]

[nerdside]

“𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔.”

Society of the snow (2023)

[sophsun1]

Seinfeld – 4.20: The Junior Mint

[greyallison]

Day 23 - Kugrash and Sofia from the Unsleeping City

[rinthecap]

I'm sick *cough cough*

[bylerbigbang]

By Whose Stripes Were Ye Healed

Fic by @souverian-are-we | Art by @boxxecl

Rated Mature | 41k words

"Dr. Wheeler did not touch Reverend Byers on Sunday. He did not kiss him, even when they woke up in the same bed. Will woke up before the first light of morning broke the horizon, the gray hue of pre-dawn signaling the sun's imminent arrival. It would soon illuminate all the buildings of the small town of Hawkins, peeling back shadows and glinting off of window panes.

or, the year is 1887 and in a small town on the Kansas prairie, things go terribly wrong"

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Discussions of Death, Homophobia, Drug Addiction, Religious Trauma

Read on Ao3 | View Art

Read an excerpt below:

Dr. Wheeler did not touch Reverend Byers on Sunday. He did not kiss him, even when they woke up in the same bed. 

It was an unspoken rule, the one they adhered to every week without fail. 

Will woke up before the first light of morning broke the horizon, the gray hue of pre-dawn signaling the sun's imminent arrival. It would soon illuminate all the buildings of the small town of Hawkins, peeling back shadows and glinting off of window panes. 

Will had been awakened by pain in his hands, and knees. It had pulled him out of his dreams, blunt and throbbing and more intense than he had felt it in days. 

There was always something that woke Will up on Sunday mornings. He had come to conclude that it was the Lord calling him. However, it seemed as though he kept calling him earlier and earlier each Sunday. He didn’t sleep well on Saturday nights. Nerves, for his sermon the next day. Anticipation.

He came by Mike’s office last night for that exact reason. Or, at least, that was what he told himself. He was looking for something to help him sleep. He set aside the chamomile and baptisia tea his sister, Jane, had brewed for him, and walked a half mile into town as if it was the only logical thing to do. 

He got out of bed, shifting gingerly out from under the quilt. His feet met cold wooden boards, and he shivered. Mike was still asleep, with soft features and his mouth ajar, drooling.

He dressed, slowly, taking his clothes from the wicker chair. Mike must have picked them up from the floor and folded them after he fell asleep. He smoothed out the wrinkles, and fastened his high collar over the red bruises kissed into his neck.

[boxxecl]

My @bylerbigbang submission with Ollie’s @souverian-are-we amazing fic! Go read it!

[jimhenson-themuppetmaster]