#but let mike feel like a knight in shining armor ok <3

[hawkinsp0st]

mike pov for this scene just hit me like a freight train

mike inhales sharply as he looks on. the hill at the edge of the woods by hop’s cabin is being consumed by death. he wants to say the flowers have been burnt, but the look on el’s face as she plucks dead ones from the charred grass tells mike that something far worse than fire has been here. black clouds billow over hawkins. he wonders if it’s like the black smoke of the mind flayer—One—that had possessed will. there’s a short, sharp pain in his chest.

he remembers the flowers he picked for el right around here. he had been so nervous about getting the colors right. el grips a dead flower and his ring is around her index finger and he swallows. he stares at her but she doesn’t feel like the same girl. doesn’t feel like his el. it feels so stupid to think about this now. a quiet part of his mind supplies that he could talk about that feeling with will, and will would understand.

he trips over his shoes a little bit and his knuckles brush against will’s. his arm tingles and he feels warm. earlier this week, mike would’ve forced his brain to go blank in that moment, tamping down that yet-unnamed feeling he gets when they touch, and it’s because i missed him and he’s my best friend, and besides he loves el, i love el—

but he watches the blood red lightning strike over town hall, and he can still feel the fear in will’s eyes when they sat in the cabin moments ago, and it dawns on mike that he’s made a promise to will: to kill One.

something lights mike on fire from the inside, something he knows he’s felt before—a desire to protect. to follow through on his word. to put himself in harm’s way before he lets anything happen to—

everyone, he thinks. i want to protect everyone.

he tells himself it’s everyone that he’s worried about but the clouds light up crimson and he’s seen that color before and in a moment of brutal clarity he can picture will in his room in california, concentrating, paintbrush delicately swiping over the red heart on mike’s shield, and it takes everything in him not to pull will’s hand into his own. to throw will behind him. to kill anything that tries to touch will ever again.

#byler #idk #some mike pov to feed y’all on this saturday night #my brain is pure mike pov all the time #there’s more coming #i just needed to get this out bc i know that boy wanted to hold will so bad as soon as he saw that everyone was in danger #byler fanfic #byler ficlet #vibe: sarah cothran’s cover of as the world caves in. ‘oh boy it’s you…’ #and yes ofc will can protect himself he’s a bamf #but let mike feel like a knight in shining armor ok <3 #duffers

[smoosnoom]

hi moon!

hope u slept well <3 or at least… enough.

i got a notification right after i finished my final so it’s a little gift i guess? (i did great btw. probably bc it was english and i’ve been practicing when i was writing u this daily compliments).

“Mike Wheeler knows he’s a bad person.” he’s not. i know it’s a projection. that’s why im sure he’s not.

“He doesn’t regret it, though” as he should. i would probably do the same. but it would’ve ended even worse for me bc i cannot fight And my knuckles aren’t bony.

“Will doesn’t think too much about it” oooh, mike is so wrong.

““Stop smiling,” he chides, although that makes Mike’s mouth tilt up again, and Will is biting down a smile, too” they r so 🥺🥺🥺

“He wouldn’t be able to say anything about Mike punching anyone, with his own history of getting arrested” he would probably like mike a little more

““Alright, paladin,”” omg im DEAD bc mike is his defender, his savior, his knight in shining armor 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

“Still, he can’t hide his flinch” okay at least one of them can’t fully control his body. good.

“Mike isn’t brave” maybe he isn’t brave but he’s not coward (i know that im talking about). a bit impulsive. even hot-tempered. not a coward.

““You’re my best friend,”” i always eat it and leave no crumbs. i love when they say best friend thing before trying to do something Not platonic. u can write it every time and i’ll be kicking my feet every time.

“it hurts, sometimes, how bad he wants to be Will’s” my little queer disaster mike wheeler 🥺

““You think so?” Mike forgoes any ounce of dignity. “Please.”” i looove them. both so desperate and ready to love each other 🥺

“pressing a kiss on the corner of Mike’s lip, right where there is no wound.” smooch as a reward for protection and recklessness. here’s my smooch as a reward for productivity and talent 😚 but here’s also my frown as a punishment for self-deprecating thoughts 😠

““Later,” he says, concern still etched in his face when he looks at Mike’s cut, and the bruise he knows is slowly making its appearance on his nose. “I promise.”” u’ll get as many kisses as u want.

“before he turns into it and presses a kiss into his palm.” such a gentleman. first he saved his lover and now he’s kissing his hand.

even if everyone else in the world would hate u i would still love u. and it wouldn’t be fair. not even a little.

k love u, see u tomorrow 🤍

alya i will have u know i got around . three hours of sleep when u sent this . which is probably concerning but im Alive 🫡

YAYYYY I CHEERED 🥳🥳🥳 so happy u did well omg i knew u would !!!!!! the fic was posted Just for U now ive deemed it so . a gift just for u

KQHFOWJFLDJOF OK have we considered . ignoring the projection

u know if it helps me neither 😭 ive fought only one person and u know . it is not how they sell it to be

HELRNFPRK mike moving up on jonathan's list bc of this 😭 god

I AM SUCHHHH A SUCKER for will calling mike paladin and mike calling him cleric like . it Gets To Me .

SRORPPPP WHEN WILL U LET ME LIVE ok every time i write the word "shiver" i think of u now . this is a curse

maybe he is not a coward . Perhaps . ill listen to u

ALDNCK YAYAY its just bc . i think it's so nice to establish they are best friends before anything else like that is what makes them soo unique . they have that before any romantic relationship

NOOO im sorry i won't do it again (i lie, like a liar) but omg illtake the smooch 😚 feeling great !!!!

☹️ if no one got me i know alya got me My knight in shining armor 🫶 love u always !!!!!!! 🤍🤍

#sobbing crying #yes i reread over ur ask thrice ok i was EXCITED #/ask #daily alya #sosoooo . feeling melted

[sawthingsiimagined]

#XD30 FIVE | DOUBLE TROUBLE

[ COME - Jada]

It was almost midnight and I still hadn't heard from the drummer guy who wanted to hang out with me later tonight. By this time, I was on my third cup of Hennessy and Coke and I couldn't even remember the guy's name. The pool party was slowly ending as people were heading to retrieve their rides from valet.  Amongst the attendees were Trina, Chance The Rapper, Frank Ocean, Ludacris, Taylor Swift, Travis Scott, Kendall Jenner, Khloe Kardashian, Odell Beckham, Carmelo Anthony, Miley Cyrus, a new rap group called Trappers, along with so many more. Honey, even Bow Wow was there. Not sure if he was invited or if he happened to be driving by and invited himself as a VIP. Nevertheless, there was a wide range of people at this party.

I got separated from Adrienne and hadn't seen my brother since the red carpet. Mona texted us in a group chat and said she was headed up to her room because she had a headache. I spent the last few minutes at the bar talking to a few of the dancers from SISSY'S camp. I had my eyes on a couple of the attendees and was trying to figure out which one I was going to land on tonight. Miami is one sexy ass city. I was so tipsy and for the first time I didn't know if I was going to take one of the girl dancers upstairs or meet one of the football players in the parking garage. It really didn't matter.

I texted Jace to see where he was. I already knew my brother was probably in his room watching tv or texting my mom about how he couldn't wait to get home. Not me honey. I was going to get my life but obviously not before life tried to get me.

I was about to press send when I heard loud shots ring out outside of the pool area. At least that's where they sounded like they were coming from. Of course my loud ass screamed and grabbed my drink right before some strong arms grabbed me up and pulled me down to the ground. Once on the ground I look up to see that I'm under some man with a shirt on that says security. The shots stopped as we heard a car speed off. I figured things were safe for us to at least run back inside the hotel but this guy wouldn't get up. "Alright now, a bitch is drunk and horny so you have 10 seconds to get off of me before I slide this bikini bottom to the side and give you some.", I thought to myself. That rescue stunt was hot as hell. He eventually gets up and reveals himself.

"Well I'll be damned.", I whispered to myself. I felt like a Disney princess being saved by a fine ass knight and shining armor. I couldn't tell if he was black or what ethnicity at first. After a closer look at his eyes I assumed he was Blasian (Black and Asian). Baby, he was saying something to me but I was lost in the sauce. And when I say sauce, I'm talking about I had already began naming the kids I was going to have with this man after I got his sauce. He was so pretty. Since I'm so dramatic and wasn't ready for him to leave my side, I went ahead and blacked out...or pretended to. I let out a whimper and let my body go limp on the ground that was still wet from people jumping in and out of the pool.

I felt him scoop me up and rush me inside. I continued being Halle Berry, giving an Oscar worthy performance as I could hear his footsteps stomp down a hall and into a room. The room was hallow and empty from what I could make out with my eyes closed. At that moment I had to ask myself a question: To hoe or not to hoe. That was the question. "Jada, Jada, can you hear me?", I heard him say with concern in his voice. His voice had an accent that I couldn't trace. Exotic men are sexy to me so I decided to go ahead and come back to life before he called for back up.

"Ouch.", I said with the most helpless voice I could muster up. "Are you okay ma'am?." He asked. "My name is Ernest and I'm your security." "Bish what?", I thought to myself. First of all who is responsible for giving you such an uncle name like that. I just knew his name was probably Ricardo or at least a Shawn but Ernest. Number two, we have security? No one told us that. And I hadn't noticed him or much security the entire night. Let me find out I have a Frank like Rachel  (Whitney Houston) did in the movie 'The Bodygaurd'.

"I'm fine, just a little shocked.", I said like a perfect victim. "Is it safe for me to go to my room?", I said as I looked around and noticed we were in the supply closet. We had to be far from the scene because I didn't hear any police cars, running or anything outside of the door.

"We have to wait here until I get the all clear signal.", he said with a slight smile that informed me that he was happy I was ok. "Are you sore?", he asked.

"Nah. But I want to be," I wanted to say but couldn't figure out how to without sounding like a street hoe. If I was going to hoe I was going to be a classy hoe like one of those women from The Real Housewives. "Not sore just a little cold in this room.", I said.

He took off his polo shirt that had Security imprinted in the upper right corner and on the back revealing a body better than any athlete that was at the pool party tonight. He had on a white muscle shirt under the polo but I knew his body was nice under it because I could see the imprint of his abs through it. He passed me the polo shirt to put on. I immediately wanted to say "Can I get them jeans too? My legs are cold.", but decided against it. Besides, his shirt was big enough that it came down near my knees. I could definitely get used to security.

We waited for what seemed like forever until I broke the ice and asked him about himself and how many other security guards we had. He informed me that there we 4 of them that worked a rotation. Two were assigned to my brother and two for me. If the other security guard is as fine as Ernest, I'm going to have ride my first train. Whew. Let me calm myself though.

He was actually really nice but I could tell he took his job seriously which was very enticing to me. When speaking I would look him directly in the eye and periodically lick my lips. I could see sweat beads forming on his forehead. He obviously wasn't aware that this room was cold or was I making him hot? I decided upon the latter.

To speed things up. I leaned in, took one of his hands and placed my other hand at the top of his thigh. "Ernest, I really want to thank you. I wasn't aware we had security and I'm not sure what's happening out there but you make me feel really safe." I said in the sexiest voice I could find. It was obvious he enjoyed that because the hand I had on his thigh was close enough to feel something grow in his black jeans. I knew then that I had him right where I wanted him.

"Ms. Jade," he stuttered while trying to look away, "I take honor in my job. I'm very serious about what I do and to make sure you're taken care of is my assignment for the next 6 months."

I really wasn't sure how to respond to that to get what I wanted next but I decided just take what I thought one of my favorite reality TV vixens would say and go for it.

"Earnest, how much longer do you think we'll be in this closet.", I asked.

"Hopefully we can be out in about 15 or 20 minutes tops.", he answered. I took my hand and placed it on the growth coming from within his jeans. At this point he was throbbing.

"I've never been rescued. I've also never done what I'm about to do but if you let me, I want to say thank you.", I said. A bead of sweat fell from his forehead.

"Ms. Jade, you don't have to say anything. This is my job.", he said in almost a whisper. I reach for his zipper and he stops me.

"Ma'am, this is against the policy. Whew. This is so against the policy.", he said in near panic. "Earnest, look at me.", I said. "I am the policy." When I said that I turned my own damn self on. By that time I had his zipper undone and I discovered this man had three legs. That's what I get for judging exotic men. I assumed they all had little meat. I was shook but it was too late to turn back. I looked at him and he closed his eyes. I had him where I wanted him. I massaged his dick and went in for a kiss. His lips tasted like cherry Carmax and his breath like tequila. Son had been drinking on the job. This gave me a bone to carry if he decided to snitch.

Our kiss became more passionate as he picked me up and did a move on me that I had only witnessed in Magic Mike the movie. He stood up, picked me up and put my legs over his shoulders. I felt like a championship cheerleader up there. With his teeth he moved my bikini bottom to the side and let his tongue explore me. The truth is, this was my second time experiencing oral sex. I had only had sex with my ex prior to this and he was horrible at the oral part so I told him he didn't have to do it. I swear I was in the air for an eternity. That's what it felt like. I failed to mention that he had hair. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. My inner hoe was rising. I grabbed his hair and held on like I was on a rollercoaster. He then laid me on my back right as I was about to explode. That could have been the end for me because I didn't know if I could take his man's meat. I would have to try though. He pulled his pants down and luckily retrieved a condom from his wallet. Not only am I a classy hoe but I'm a safe hoe. After filling the condom with his elephant trunk, he slowly entered me while I was on my back. BITCH I HOLLERED. I had to look down to make sure this man didn't stick his dick in my navel because I could feel him in my stomach. It was painful but I was beginning to enjoy it. He was enjoying it too. I could tell because he was moaning as much as I was moaning. I begin to feel powerful and without regards to my pain, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him in deeper. I had to chill though before his dick came up my throat. I knew I was tight. It had been a while since I had sex and my ex wasn't that big.

"Bluebird 3, we are all clear. Do you copy.", a voice said over a walkie talkie. It was like nothing had been said. Ernest was going in like he had been wanting this since he first saw me. By this time I'm burning up and hoping it would end soon. It was at this moment I learned my voice had a dual power. Not only could I sing with the best of them, I could make a man do what I wanted him to do with my voice. Because I knew we needed to stop, I arched my back and came up to his ear. In a low, subtle voice I whispered, "Cum." Ernest started jerking and convulsing like he had been tasered. That scared the hell out of me. I assumed he had an orgasm. I was assured when I heard him yell "Fuck!" He pulled out of me while reaching for his walkie talkie. "Bluebird 3, copy that.," he said almost out of breath.

I was still on my back giving him a slight side eye before I stood up. I wasn't sure what all that was about but I guess my dude got his life. We locked eyes and he tried to look away.

"Um, Ms. Jada, I will return you to your room now.", he said in a voice as if he was asking for forgiveness. He should ask for forgiveness after rearranging my damn insides. Shit, now I'm sore for real.

"Thank you Earnest.", I said right before I did the most hoe-ish move ever. I patted his dick as if to say "good job." I don't even know where I got that from. We opened the door to welcome a hallway full of people rushing to safety.

I hope no one heard us. Hell, if they did, they just witnessed a chart topping duet.