Im Literally Fighting Back Tears. Thank You For Writing This Absolute Masterpiece And Reminding Us All

I’m literally fighting back tears. Thank you for writing this absolute masterpiece and reminding us all why this story is so vitally important. Please read this work and witness the healing power of love. ❤️‍🩹🏳️‍🌈🥹

we will never go back (to that bloodshed)

A wide smile breaks across Mike’s face and not even a moment later, Mike’s on the ground in front of him, wrapping his arms around the back of Will’s neck and his back and pulling him into a hug so tight that it makes his wounds ache, just a little.

“Holy shit,” Mike says into the crook of Will’s neck. He sounds just as breathless as Will is feeling. “Holy shit, Will.”

“Yeah,” Will laughs lightly, “Holy shit.”

Or, Will and Mike after battle

i need to take my own advice that i gave my mom a few weeks ago about unrelated things that is to not spend 24/7 looking for news and talking about it and reading about it because this will do so much harm on my mental health but this is all i could think about all day and i’m so angry i have so much to say and i don’t have therapy until wednesday and it just feels so weird to talk about anything else right now. i dont know. might need another tumblr break :(

BRO I CANT HANDLE IT ANYMORE MIKE IS SO AUTISTIC AND I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD BE TALKING ABOUT IT 😭

They think they're so funny. They think they're so funny

Wayne was extra protective of Eddie. He was a type of special that most of Hawkins didn’t even know about. So when Steve Harrington started comin’ around, he made sure to keep an eye on him. Eddie reassured Wayne that he was a good guy, he wouldn’t hurt Eddie or do anything stupid like give him an Eddie Jr.

Still, Wayne watched. He noticed Steve’s odd behavior: watching exits, jumping at noises, always on the edge of his seat. Behaviors that were more suited to an old fart down at the Hideaway rather than a middle-class suburban teenager.

Wayne picked him up once. Found him in the middle of the night on the side of the road, not jogging, not headed anywhere, just… walking. Said he couldn’t sleep. Wayne took him back to the Munson apartment for a hot chocolate.

Eddie joined them as they watched TV. The only time Steve seemed to relax was when he had a thumb on Eddie’s inner wrist, like he was checking for a pulse. Wayne left to shower and rest, but between the bathroom and his bed he caught a glimpse of them dead asleep on the couch, curled around each other.

Wayne had a feeling Steve’s quirks were connected to the twin scars marking both Steve and Eddie’s skin. He didn’t know what went down that week in March, but Steve brought Eddie back to him mostly in one piece.

They both would tell him when they were ready. If they ever were. But for now they had each other and that was more than most would get.

the way I'm gonna scream "I TOLD YOU SO" at everyone irl when byler happens