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La prima volta che i ragazzi scoprirono i Larry.
Harry Styles e Louis Tomlinson stanno insieme, ma come dirlo agli altri ragazzi? Come la prenderanno?
Niall come sempre è il capitano, Louis è un po' protettivo, Liam è sempre il razionale, Zayn è il migliore amico prefetto e Harry sta male...Questa storia è completamente inventata, non intendo offendere nessuno o diffondere informazioni false, è solo un passatempo.
Non volevo neanche essere ingiusta nei confronti di Liam Payne, questa storia è stata iniziata molto prima e scrivere e immaginare mi aiuta a superare i momenti difficili. RIP Liam
Spero possa liberare la mente anche a voi lettori.- Language:
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Lonnie never left.
But Jonathan did.
He packed his things slowly, like he was afraid the walls might remember him if he moved too fast. College brochures, thrift-store jackets, a future that didn’t fit inside that house. Joyce tried to make it feel temporary—I’ll visit, I promise, it’s just work right now—but promises became phone calls, and phone calls became texts, and texts became silence.
And Will stayed.
Someone had to.
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Now, as Will sits crumpled on the floor trembling as his vision blurs with tears and still all Mike does is look on blankly, the last remnants of the illusion break. A few years ago, Mike would have immediately rushed to Will’s side, wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders, pulled him close and told him that it would be okay, that he was safe. And it’s pathetic really, that in his heart of hearts the only thing Will really wants is to feel safe. All he will ever be is a stray dog begging for scraps of companionship on the street, his mind filled with terribly mundane dreams of warmth and softness. His own body hasn’t felt safe since November of 1983, but when Mike held him he always felt a little bit more secure, protected from the real world. He’s on his own now that lifeline is gone, and he’s tired of being brave. He can’t help but feel angry at the world for dealing him this set of cards, leaving him sick. Rotten to the core.
or: will leaves in the middle of dinner because he's having a panic attack. mike follows him and then they talk. paintinggate
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"He's…still alive," Will gasped between his screams. His voice was hoarse from overuse and his throat scratched uncomfortably.
"Who? Vecna? Does he need to die?" His mom stood like she was about to march over to Vecna and finish him off herself, but Will reached out blindly and grabbed her wrist. His eyes ached. El moved closer. If Will focused hard enough behind the sounds of his own pain, he could hear the children being freed in the background. He could hear his friends. He swore he heard Mike yell out Holly's name.
"No," he forced out behind gritted teeth. "I think I'll die too."
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Will mutilates his own eye to sever his connection to the hive mind/Vecna
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i’ve been meaning to tell you (i think your house is haunted) by lorrainelwrites
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
06 Jan 2026
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Will doesn’t sleep. Well, he does, but not peacefully. Thoughts and memories plague him night after night. It doesn’t help that he has to sleep in a cold basement, alone, in the dead of winter. December is colder than usual due to the Upside Down leaking into the ‘real’ world. And, Will really hates being cold.
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Will has a nightmare and can't get warm so Mike comforts him and gives him a bath. Platonically of course.
This is the first fanfic I have ever written. I was hit with this idea and ran with it. Thanks for reading!
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But Does Anyone Notice, There’s A Corpse In This Bed? by quinntoxxxicated
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
28 Dec 2025
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”But does anything matter, if you’re already dead?”
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He wasn’t ready.
Will’s lip wobbles, and he cries as the truth hits him when he’s finally able to think somewhat clearly again. Cold, sobering tears match cold, sobering thoughts as they fall down his cheeks.He wasn’t ready.
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or Will Byers reveals the most vulnerable secret he holds, and is distraught over why he still feels utterly hopeless.
aka I’m mad about the coming out scene, but instead of rewriting the whole thing, I’m turning this dumpster fire into my own dumpster fire.