BYLER · Y/n story by @mariaJohnson

The Wheeler house in Hawkins, Indiana, on a sweltering Saturday afternoon. The air conditioning is losing its battle against the July heat, and the living room is a landscape of half-unpacked boxes, displaced furniture, and the general chaos of two families merging under one roof.

Joyce Byers

wiping her forehead with the back of her hand Jonathan, honey, did you see where I put the box labeled ‘Kitchen – Fragile’?

Jonathan Byers

voice muffled from behind a stack of boxes By the stairs, Mom. I think Mike’s using it as a fort.

Mike Wheeler

Am not! It’s a strategic observation post. Will, pass me the walkie.

Will Byers

tosses a walkie-talkie from the couch You’re going to break it. Again.

Karen Wheeler

enters from the kitchen, holding a pitcher of lemonade Joyce, I swear, if I trip over one more of these… Oh. Hello, sweetie.

Karen’s greeting is directed at you, Y/n, standing awkwardly in the archway between the dining room and the living room. You’d come over to see if Jonathan and Nancy needed help moving, but the scene is… a lot.

Holly Wheeler

tugs on Karen’s pant leg Mommy, when is the wedding?

Karen Wheeler

What wedding, honey?

Holly Wheeler

points definitively at Mike and Will, who are now bickering over the walkie channel Mike and Will’s. They live together now. That means married.

Mike Wheeler

turns bright red HOLLY!

Will Byers

hides his face in a couch cushion

Robin Buckley

pops her head up from behind an overturned armchair Kid’s got a point. The domestic squabbling is very spousal.

Steve Harrington

leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen, arms crossed Yeah, real cute. He’s not looking at Mike and Will. His eyes keep flicking toward the staircase, waiting.