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Nancy Wheeler spends exactly 209 days at Emerson College.
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04 Apr 2026
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A Real Life (Honest To God) Sorcerer by TwistedIllusions
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
22 Mar 2026
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Professional bull rider Will Byers is a legend on the circuit, known as the Sorcerer for the way he can stick any bull for eight seconds like it’s second nature.
A year after a near-fatal accident left him gored, trampled, and permanently wrecked with chronic pain, he returns to the rodeo determined to prove he’s still the best.
Even when his abusive father pushes him harder than ever, Will keeps climbing back into the chute—because riding is the only life he’s ever been allowed to imagine for himself.
But in a world built on bruises, legacy, and the kind of forced masculinity that breaks men before they know they’re bleeding, the only thing that matters is making the eight—no matter the cost.
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04 Apr 2026
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Mike hated how safe and loved Will made him feel, hated how Will never left his side even after everything that happened. He hated how much he adored Will, and hated how much he knew Will still adored him. But, what he really hated, was not knowing what Will was thinking as easily as he used to. He couldn’t look in his eyes and instantly know what the other was saying in his head anymore, couldn’t analyze the way Will’s eyebrows shifted or how he bit his lip. It upset Mike so much he’s cried himself to sleep over it multiple times. It’s admittedly gotten better since Mike had actually talked to Will about it- the other boy now using quiet inflictions in his tone or subtle touches to let Mike know how he was feeling.
Truthfully though, Mike didn’t need to see Will to understand what he was doing next, moving his hand from the small of Mike’s back to cup his chin. Suddenly, Mike’s head was being moved up carefully, and after only a moment of hesitation, Will’s lips were on his.
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Focuses on party dynamics.Bookmarked by anonymousanonymous3
04 Apr 2026
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When There's Lightning (you know, it always brings me down) by GhostInTheBAU
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
03 Apr 2026
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He can’t breathe.
The tail yanks, and suddenly his back is slamming into the hard ground, the impact detonating every wound. He feels it all, and it’s agony. Ripping, shredding. The worst pain he’s ever known.
His heart stutters and kicks in his chest as his mind screams at him to get back up, to run, to do anything to survive; but he can’t. He’s pinned down, spread eagle on the dead ground, a storm of wings and teeth closing in.
Red lightning flashes above him, bathing everything in crimson, reminding him that he is in literal Hell.
He’s being eaten alive, and all he can think as the pain starts to blur is, I’m not ready.
Please. Not like this. Not now.
Please.
And then, from somewhere above all the madness that has become Eddie’s entire existence, a shape plunges into the wild fray. A human shape. An avenging angel, wielding a weathered baseball bat filled with bloody nails like it's a prayer in the dark.
An answer to his silent plea.
Steve.
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Eddie Munson survives the bats.
Steve Harrington helps him learn to live again.
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04 Apr 2026
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The street is littered with green leaves and tiny rosy florets, and in the long summer months, she likes to come home and hang from her knees off the lower branches, even when insects come out and get everywhere. The ordinariness of the building of it is what made her choose it; walls covered in mosses and too many motorcycles out front, a short linen couch where she can watch her shitty shows once a week.
This house was the only thing she ever used her court settlement money on.
Trinity takes the stone stairs two at a time, her hand on her house keys. “I live on the third floor,” she says, by way of explanation, as she turns over a shoulder.
Yolanda is framed in the florets as she makes her way up; she is only in a cream tank, which stands out on the smooth brown of her skin. “I like it,” she says, in that same ever even tone. “I think I might like it more on the inside.”
(or. in a long summer, they finally get together. well, sort of.)
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02 Apr 2026