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ijjstlostthegame · 3 months

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Hobby (ggrey JD drabble)

Floyd is honestly amazed by his brother's work, genuinly hes impressed, building a bunker this big and efficient mustve been hard and took lots of dedication, he is absolutely enamoured by the functionality of this place

But also very annoyed

Dont get him wrong this place is amazing, but boy is it buikt like a maze, he has no idea wgere hes going half the time

And right now hes been looking for his eldest brother for half an hour to no avail.

He hasbt seen John all day and he just wanted to check on him but now hes considering giving up and waiting for his brother to just show up naturally from wherever he is.

That is of course until he found hinsekf passing by a slightly ajar door with light emmitting from it, and the sound of humming could be heard.

"found you" he said to himsekf before approaching the door and knocking on it, manners always come first of course.

The humming ceases and floyd heard shifting inside before JD emerged from the other side, his brother looked surprised to see him at the door.

"Floyd? What are you doing here? I thought you were hanging out with branch today" John asks.

"yeah, well Branch went with clay to introduce him to princess Poppy, you know" he answered with a sly smirk on his face that his older brother read clearly as hesmirked back at him.

"i see i see" John says with a smirk, then they just stand there in silence for a good 5 seconda that felt longer, John clears his throat nervously.

"well... Woukd you like to come in?" he asks sounding unsure of himself, floyd smiles at the invitation, he really never had that much time to hang out with his brother alone.

"sure!" he replies, "if you don't mind of course"

"no no itd fine, i dont mind" JD replies, a nervous edge to his voice that Floyd doesnt miss.

John gets out of the way and bak into the room so floyd could enter.

"this is my workshop" JD says as floyd follows behind him, "I make stuff here"

Floyd looked around in mesmerisation, the workshop had a lot of things, a lot of tools and materials, an abstract painting here and there, but what caught his breath was the amount of wooden sculptures that sat on shelves covering the walls

He never knew John had a knack for carving wood, these sculptures were amazing he resisted the urge of just grabbing one and keepingbit forever

"i never knew you could do this" Floyd says looking back at his brother who wad sat infront of a station, focusing on what Floyd assumes is another work or project ofhis brother's.

"yeah, its something i picked up to pass the time" JD answers as Floyd gets closer to see what he's working on, "i started with carving lots of wooden stakes" JD explains as he points to a big pile of stakes discarded in the corner, "but a year ago i decided that maybe feeding into my paranoia isn't the best option so i stopped doing that and started carvibg otger things" he does ome finishing touches and lifts a tiny figure of Floyd, a younger Floyd and hands it over to his brother, "then thatjust spiraled into all of this" he finishes gesturing towards the room.

Floyd inspects the little younger him in his hands in awe.

"woah... Its so detailed, this is amazing"

John smikes warmly at the compliment before taking back the little Floyd so he can finish his work.

"thanks, i got a good reference i guess" he says pointing to a picture frane on top of the desk, it was a picture of him and all of his brothers togerher, well... All of them excoet for John...

Floyd stares at the picture for a bit, maybe a long time, as he swears that he has an exact copy of said picture with John Dory standing at the far right, but here he just seems to be... Removed from it, Floyd spares one concerned glance at his brother before clearing his throat.

"well ehat are you working on right now?"

John doesnt look up from his work, completely concentrated.

"I'm making a sculpture of all the family together in the past" John answers, Floyd smiles about to ask more before he was cut off by john, "this is the final pieace and I'll be done"

Floyd's smile drops

Cause JD saying that Floyd's figure is the last pieaxe means that nothing more will be added after it, abd looking down on the actual thing, there seems to be a lack of John Dory in there.

Which is stupid cause JD said that hes making the whole family, but hes excluding himself.

Again.

Floyd looks back at the picture frame before getting a determined look on his face.

"Can you teach me?" he asks and John pauses, seeming thrown for a loop.

"what?"

"teach me! This hobby seems very fun i wanna have a try at it" he pushes on abd John stares back at him in surprise.

He looks surprised that Floyd wanted to spend more time with him

Floyd was about to speak again but a small smile cracks on JD's face.

"You want me to teach you?" John asks the smike growing, "I mean- yeah! Sure I'll teach you", Floyd thinks that this is the first time hes heard JD so excited in years.

John gets up and brings more would and another chair and set it next to him.

Floyd sat down and the lesson began

While he was doing that he also found himself falling into conversations with his brother, getting to know him more, it was fun, really fun

And at the end of the day, a new figure of Floyd's making was added to John's little project, a smalk figure of his eldest brother smiling and standing right there with them, as it always shoukd be

#Hope yall like this #Sorry for mistakes typing ob a phone sucks #trolls #trolls band together #tbt #trolls tbt #john dory #trolls john dory

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made-this-cause-why-not · 1 month

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Rant post but like, Jordan Li is such an interesting character. They love Marie, confirmed by Derek and London, but they hardly know her. The entire show spans maybe a month at most, half of which they spent glaring at Marie, refusing to acknowledge their feelings. Because if they acknowledged them, really felt them, then they would be fucked. Truly and completely royally fucked. Because they don't know how to love, not really. They know how they want to be loved, but not how to love someone. And that's terrible for them because for them it is all consuming. They are desperate to be held and reassured at all times, and when they find someone that they think will give them that, they pour their entire heart out, no reservations.

And Marie, Marie is different than their past relationships she loves them entirely and so they give her everything they can. But Marie- she doesn't know what to do with their feelings, she hasn't been loved, felt loved, in years. Jordan is overwhelming, all consuming, everything that she should want and should be able to accept with ease, but she can't, not so soon. Jordan is too much, too fast and Marie is hesitant, wary of giving in, of getting hurt again.

Neither of them are wrong, not really. Just two, children desperate for a feeling that was stolen from them too young. And when they finally get it, get the chance to have the thing they have their hearts have ached over for years, they are inept. Unsure and over confident. Stubborn and uncompromising, fucked over by a cheap cash grab by their parent's when they weren't even old enough to identify shapes in their vision, too young to know what to do to better things.

They are doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed.

#gen v #limoreau #mariejordan #jordan li #marie moreau #they both need therapy #like #desperately #fanfic tease #instead of actually finishing this fic #I made this little synopis to share with y'all #just to hold you over until it is done #Kinda self insert?#I fear I am Jordan and Marie #and that I have another two years of therapy ahead of me before I can actually be in anything healthy #lol #hope yall like this

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nightwanderers12081 · 8 months

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Been talking with some friends and i have another dp au(void help me)

Danny Phantom Phasmophobia au

Sam and Tucker decide they want to go to this creepy house in this small town outside Amity Park, Danny hesitantly tags along

When he enters the house, He feels this oppressive aura, and his core is screaming at him to leave(He does not, But hes really wary and on edge)

Eventually someone in their trio has to go in alone, Danny reluctantly goes in(He doesn't want Sam or Tucker to get hurt)

The aura from before is more intense now

Eventually the ghost would appear(I imagine they're pissed that humans are disturbing their haunt), and they cant tell Danny's a ghost at first until they get close

When they do, Danny cant move or speak, the feeling from before is overwhelming and hes fucking terrified

His core is telling him to look away, not to appear as a threat, so he does

The ghost realizes that Danny's a young ghost, and a halfa at that, so they take pity and calm Danny down, and explain to them a few things(that i'll explain in a second), and let him go with a light warning not to disturb another's Haunt

On the other side of this, Sam and Tucker are terrified for Danny when the ghsot started hunting, and then after when Danny's Radio suddenly stops working, They try to break into the house but cant manage to get in

They're so relieved when Danny walked through the door, visably shaken up but other then that, completely fine

They decide to leave after that, and Later Danny fills them in on what happened afterwards(They apologize to him for pushing him into that situation in the first place)

NOW FOR SOME HC AND LORE STUFF OF THIS WORLD

Theres a difference between Haunts in the Ghost Zone(Lairs), and in the human world

Amity park is an exception and i'll explain that in a bit

All Haunts should be treated with respect, Ghosts dont enter a haunt uninvited, attack someone in their own haunt, etc. Thats the extent of it for Lairs, Since ghosts are really the only beings in the infinite realms, theres no need for any protection

In the human world however, Humans and other creatures disturb haunts quite frequently, to counter act this, Ghosts who reside in the human realm have a oppressive/protective aura to chase away anyone unwanted, and by extention, any curious ghosts looking to claim the haunt as their own. Sometimes, Ghosts will fight eachother for a haunt in the human world, hence why the aura affects them aswell

Amity Park is an odd case. The entire city is considered Phantom's haunt, which is pretty big for a haunt. Whats stranger is that Phantom is much more welcoming then other ghosts, allowing other ghosts to reside in Amity as long as they dont cause any trouble

His aura is still protective, and intimidating to new ghosts entering, but it isn't as intense or intimidating as other ghosts.

Another thing is that a ghost's aura depends on age of the ghost, along with how long they've had/how close they are to their haunt.

Halfa's are also a fun topic, They get the same instincts ghosts do, but they dont get any information when it comes to ghost taboo, rules, traditions, etc. Danny in this didn't know the rules about human haunts, but his instincts acted up anyways, which is why he was on edge and reacted to the aura

Alot of Phasmophobia/Danny Phantom idea's ive seen where danny wasn't completely dead seemed to have Danny as confident and unphased by other ghosts, so I thought this would be a nice different take on the idea ~ Ender/Whisper

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #phasmotopia #danny phantom au #dp prompt #dp story #silly story frfr #not sure what else to tag #hope yall like this

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planetsandthefates · 1 year

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They're bringing up my history but you weren't even listening...

#tswiftedit #tscreators #userelena #nessa007 #tswiftgif #lavenderhazeedit #lavender haze #taylorswiftedit #taylorswiftgif #taylor swift #mine: gifs #mine: all #this took. So Long. and it's only two gifs. JAKNGJKTK #coloring this scene is a BITCH idk how yall manage to make it look nice #hope yall like this

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vibinglikethat · 2 years

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And, baby, for you I would fall from grace Just to touch your face

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker + Don’t Blame Me (Taylor Swift) 3/??

#swedit #obikinedit #swsource #starwarsblr #starwarsfilms #sw edit #darthvaderedit #obiwankenobiedit #obikin #star wars #mine #edits #obikin tswift #i guess im making this a thing now LMAO #im v happy yall liked my last edit :)#hope yall like this #dont blame me is everything

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frogboy0 · 2 years

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More deltarune doods :)

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lights-out-knives-out · 1 year

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Heyo part 3

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Whumper dropped the gun.

Whumper’s hands shook as he turned to hold himself steady on his desk, he never liked using his gun, he only carried it around because Henchmen insisted on it.

It was a gift, back from when they were friends…

Friends

Whumper looked back around to see Henchmen slumped on the floor, blood pooling around him.

Henchmen was always going to step out of line at some point, it was inevitable. Over the years Henchmen had become more reckless, not caring whose lives were at risk.

Whumper just didn’t think that HE was going to be the one to put an end to Henchmen’s reign of terror.

Breath, he told himself

What kind of Boss are you having a panic attack after shooting one of your only friends?

‘Work, I need work’ Whumper thought through the oncoming panic ‘Something to distract me.’

He looked down at his bleeding hand “That’ll do” he mumbled, pushing himself up to find bandages.

After successfully bandaging up his hand, Whumper went to work cleaning up his desk keeping as far away as Henchmen as he could, He can always call someone to help later..

“Whumper?”

Whumper’s head whipped up, standing in the doorway was Whumpee.

Wrapped up is a blanket, Whumpee’s tear streaked face looked between Whumper and the dead body on the floor. Whumpee looked up with fear in their eyes,

‘They think they’re next’ Whumper thought

Whumper rounded the desk, taking slow but careful steps towards Whumpee.

Whumpee stood there petrified, only moving when Whumper touched their arm which they flinched away at.

Whumper wrapped his still shaking arms around Whumpee, pulling them close resting his face in their hair. “It’s ok, we’re ok.” Whumpee gave a shuddering sob in his hold, Whumper felt a few of his own tears fall as well.

“He can’t hurt us you anymore. We’re ok. We’re safe.”

And for the first time in a while, they actually were.

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@fishtale88 @doodlepoodle154 @100percentevil @sucker4whump @kalah-ko-kayah-mo @whumpdreamz @crotchgoblin69 @mumza-superiority

#whump community #whump #whumpblr #whump stuff #whump writing #good whumper #whumper turned caretaker #hope yall like this #i didnt mean to make it this long #my writing

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eli-elien · 1 year

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Happy 10th anniversary to Rising of the Shield Hero!

reblogs are awesome by the way <3

#Fanart #Anime fanart #Rising of the shield hero fanart #rising of the shield hero #Rotsh #Shield hero #naofumi iwatani #naofumi sama #Naofumi iwatani fanart #Wrath shield #Rotsh 10th anniversary #Shut up its been a rough few weeks im not late /j #Hope yall like this #tate no yuusha no nariagari

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let-me-call-myself-olga · 1 year

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Why I don't like the self-proclaimed-SHSL-Hope trope that Danganronpa has going on[SPOILERS]:

Something that Danganronpa does and that genuinely annoys me is the trope where someone from the killing game takes the role of SHSL Hope as a way of self-love[Naegi Makoto for THH, Komaeda Nagito for GD and K1-B0 for KH], so I decided to make a commentary on my dislike of it.

The main reason why I generally don't like it is because of the route it takes when it comes to the motive behind:

The problem that these characters have in common is their lack of self-worth that ultimately leads them into taking leadership as a form of giving themselves any kind of value.

It all started with Makoto that, unlike his counterparts, is given the suggestion of becoming SHSL Hope by Kirigiri Kyoko as she believes the reason why he came to Hope's Peak is to put an end to the SHSL Despair. The decision of taking on the title has it's roots from his first title of SHSL Luck which he was given after winning the lottery. His negative view of himself further develops as he finds himself 'surpassed' by his classmates as well as 'guilty of their deaths' [the Danganronpa 3 anime verifies this statement in the despair arc]. The true reason why he takes the title of SHSL Hope is to prove to himself that he is able to 'make up' for his classmates deaths[by taking full responsability of his class and all that happened during the killing game], rather then to bring everyone hope(which is still a motive of his, but in this case he is FORCED to show everyone hope).

In Nagito's case, the motives behind his actions are easy to point out. His self-hatred first occurs with the title of SHSL Luck[as both he and Naegi question the logic behind it, making both feel like frauds] as well as when we are presented with the fact that his life is expected to end in less than a year[stated in his FTE's]. This makes Nagito think that he is worthless and that he should be used by the others as a stepping stool, making him 'take the title' of SHSL Hope as a way of giving himself a reason to believe he is worthy of something.

With K1-B0 the lack of self-worth comes from his title of SHSL Robot, as he feels dehumanized, feeling which, unlike his counterparts[which would supress/agree with it], he tries to adress by helping the masses learn about 'robophobia'. In chapter 6 K1-B0 is willing to take on the burdens of SHSL Hope and destroy himself and the academy just so that he can feel as if he did something of worth, unlike the other chapters.

It is heart-breaking to see these characters in such a light, but I shall move forward and tell you who I think embodies the title of SHSL Hope best out of the three protagonists left: Hinata Hajime, Akamatsu Kaede, Saihara Shuichi.

In my opinion, Saihara Shuichi is the one that is able to seize the title, for I find him and Kamukura Izuru closest to a Yin-Yang relationship, their opposing tropes being united by their complementary personality types.

The reason why I think that the other two aren't able to reach the title is because of Kaede's selfish reasoning[forcing Shuichi into a promise he can't keep in a attempt to free everyone] and Hajime's intent of becoming SHSL Hope as a coping mechanism against self-hatred[same case as Makoto, Nagito and K1-B0].

After Kaede's death, Saihara takes on the role of a bledding heart hero, opposing to Kamukura's emotionless anti-hero status, in order to help everyone get out of the killing game. As Saihara tries to create the perfect path, Kamukura destroys in order to find it, Saihara's seemingly selfish act proving itself as selfless and Kamukura's seemingly selfless act proving itself as selfish. It is all a battle of Hope and Despair, a battle between a man from which everything was taken and a man to which everything was give, the one thing that Saihara is able to achieve and that Kamukura isn't being happiness.

Despite the differences, the two of them find common grounds, both being introverted men whose lives are purely controlled by the wishes of certain people close to them[Kaede and Junko]. Both are expected to take burdens too hard to carry and lead everyone to a brighter future, point from which their paths part, trying to reach for opposite ends of the spectrum untill they converge at the middle into the final answer: hope and despair have to coexist in equal amounts so that humanity can truly thrive.

In conclusion, I dislike this trope because of the fact that it doesn't evolve the characters in any way, only leaving them in a miserable light even if that isn't needed, which is proven by the(possible, but sadly not cannon) dynamic between Shuichi and Izuru.

#danganronpa #makoto naegi #naegi makoto #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #k1 b0 #kiibo #keebo #And at the end #shuichi saihara #saihara shuichi #izuru kamukura #kamukura izuru #Not tagging Kaede and Hajime cause their sequence is really brief #hope yall like this #New tags #Destiny sure likes to spit in Saihara's face #and I hope that this version is accurate enough #thank you to everyone that pointed out my innacuracies

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leafypants · 1 year

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What's Been Held In (Chapter 1/4)

Heyoo,after seeing all the wonderful content for "Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday," I decided to join in the fun! So, i figured what better way to do that than dusting the cobwebs of and sprucing up an old wip,lol! so without further ado, enjoy!

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Mind heavy and not emotionally ready to face Sonic head-on, Tails took out a pen and paper and began writing what he'd been keeping to himself for what felt far too long.

What do you think of me as a person? Honestly, I mean.

For so long, I was tormented and teased for things I couldn't control.

I was made to feel abnormal and foreign no matter what I did.

Even now, I feel a… a… disconnection (hmm… I think that's a good word for it) Between me and all of you guys.

It often feels like my only worth; my only meaning and purpose are tinkering and inventing machines to help on our adventures. (Not to say that's anyone's fault!) I just….we all have limitations, and I think in my case, there's kind of too many to call myself a "hero" or an asset unless I'm off building something.

Which is why I wanted an honest opinion of myself from someone I trust,

…Look, please don't worry or anything about this, Sonic. I've just had it on my mind for a while and wanted to know how I came off to you and the others. I promise I'm ok

( I think)

~ Sincerely, Miles "Tails" Prower~

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #tails prower #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #sonic #tails #sonic fanfic #sonic fanfiction #fanfiction #hope yall like this #its hella new to me posting fics on here #esp on mobile lol

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bbg-mikewheeler · 2 years

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ST van scene rewrite fic

so i’ve been working on this for a while and i’m not really sure what to do with it, so i’m putting it on here. i apologize for the lack of capitalization. hope someone enjoys this !!

mike is aware of will crying beside him in the van. he can see the reflection of tears in the window, hear the swallowed sobs, feel the seat quivering. but he’s frozen, without an idea of what to do. he’s almost mad at will, for doing this to him, for making him do something. but not as mad as he is at himself. besides, he could never be mad at will. not really. because it’s will. so mike takes a shaky breath, slowly reaches his hand out, and ever-so-gently places it on will’s shoulder. will immediately tenses and turns his head, eyes wide. please, mike thinks, not even sure what he’s begging for. please don’t make this difficult.

“hey,” mike starts, softer than before. “everything’s okay.” he doesn’t know where to begin, or how. they both know everything isn’t okay, but what else is there to say?

will only stares at him, seemingly unsure of what to do. mike almost regrets his decision. there’s nothing else he can say. not here, not now. he hates this, this feeling. he wishes he could continue ignoring it. he’s practically trembling. “everything’s okay,” he helplessly repeats. “i’m here.” will nods.

mike knows Jonathan has been eyeing them through the rearview mirror. he knows he’s the only noise in the van.

mike pulls his hand from will’s shoulder, but hesitates. all he wants is for will to stop being upset. will. that and to shove all his feelings down, to forget everything he feels. but he can only do one of the two, so he brings his raised hand to will’s and gingerly interlocks the two. will. he rapidly glances between their hands on the car seat and mike’s face, then he swallows. will.

in time, both boys turn back to their respective windows, the rest of the ride passing in silence. neither boy moves his hand.

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*post-pizza dough freezer scene (mike, will, and max help el without the cursed ily monologue)*

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things in hawkins are worse than usual. both in terms of the town itself, and it’s inhabitants. mike has been distracting himself with volunteering and such, but his mind wanders…

as the byers’ house was destroyed in what the town believed to be an earthquake, Joyce is staying at hopper’s and her sons at the wheeler’s, Jonathan with nancy and will with mike. so will has been sleeping on mikes floor for a week and some. mike keeps meaning to let will share the bed, but he can’t bring himself to ask. he should be used to sleepovers with will by now, they had countless as kids. he shouldn’t feel like this every night. like he’s holding back. he can hardly stand to be alone with will anymore.

mike has been spending time with el, despite their being broken up. el shocked everyone when she told mike they were better off as friends, and mike stunned everyone when he wholeheartedly agreed. he hasn’t yet explained why he’s so okay with it, how he isn’t more bothered by his first-ever girlfriend breaking up with him. he just keeps himself busy.

…

tonight will comes into mikes room late, tiptoeing so as not to wake the seemingly sleeping boy in the bed.

as will shifts in his sleeping bag, attempting to get comfortable, mike’s voice breaks the quiet. “are you up?”

“yeah, i’m up,” will whispers into the darkness.

silence. “mike?”

“yeah,” mike speaks up again, his voice barely there. he wonders if here is the best place to be doing this, but it’s probably the only time he’ll get the guts to. it’s easier to talk to will when i can’t see him. i can’t say anything to that face. he tries not to dwell on it. he can’t go back now. “i’m here. i’m…” a pause. a sigh. “i just- i wanted to say, i’m sorry. for the past week. and past year. past couple of years, really. i’ve been so… distant, and quiet, and you don’t deserve that, and…” his voice grows faint. jesus, i’m the worst.

will is noiseless, but his heavy breaths give him away as awake and attentive.

mike continues, “it’s really all my fault. everything has been…. a lot, lately, and i haven’t handled it the best way. so. i'm sorry.” a deep breath. i’m rambling. “will? say something?” he murmurs.

“uh, i don’t,” will starts. “i don’t know what to say, mike.” he swallows. “thanks, for that. um, it’s okay, you know, i- i forgive you. i can obviously… understand, being overwhelmed, with everything that’s been going on.”

mike turns in his bed, leaning near the edge to see will in the unlit room. mike can roughly make out the outline of the other boy’s face, a hand rested over his forehead. will rubs his eyes, then runs the hand through his hair. he turns his head to find mike watching him from the bed. they lock eyes, straining to see through the dark. “goodnight, mike,” will utters, sounding beyond tired.

“goodnight.” mike turns the other way, unsatisfied with his attempted apology, unable to sleep peacefully.

…

the next days pass quickly and routinely for mike. volunteer, work on hopper’s cabin, avoid spending time with will, lay awake at night, repeat.

after a few days come and go like this, mike enters his room to find el on the bed. “hi el! what’re you…” he starts, but trails off when he sees her admiring the painting on his wall. he hung up the picture will painted as soon as they got home. he likes being able to look at it whenever he needs to. inspecting it now, he realizes it’s slightly crooked. it must’ve slipped.

“i just want to say hello,” el replies, peeling her eyes from the wall to mike, who was rummaging through his desk drawers. “hello,” she smiles at mike.

“hello,” he smiles back, having reemerged with thumbtacks, but his eyes stay focused on the painting. he stands on the bed, adjusting the paper and reinserting thumbtacks.

“hey, i never got to thank you for this painting,” mike had been meaning to bring it up, but the time has never been right. plus el never mentioned it. “it meant a lot to me- i mean, it still means a lot, it actually gave me the strength to help you get free from vecna, with what little help i gave, and it’s just so perfect, even though it was super romantic, and- and i’m rambling, i’m sorry.” el is silent. “what i mean to say is i love it a lot, so, thank you.” mike turns to el, having successfully fixed the painting’s placement. she squints at him.

“i did not make that painting.” el’s confusion is palpable in her tone. her eyes dart from mike to the picture and back.

“oh, well, yeah, i know you didn’t make it,” mike trips over his words. “just, like, commissioned it and stuff.” mike, embarrassed, suddenly feels as if he’s done something wrong.

“what does… ‘commissioned’ mean?” el shows no signs of aid for him.

“you know, to ask to have a painting made or something, like how you asked will for this for me…” mike watches el’s face for sign of recollection. she gives none, so mike trudges on, “it’s okay, will told me, uh, about how you told him what to paint and, and, he gave it to me and told me how you felt and how…” his rant dwindles. is this some joke? how could she not know what she said?

el tilts her head at mike. “i did not do any of that,” she admits. “will never even let me see the paining when he was working on it.” so this painting is the one from el’s letter, the one will made for- mike sits down on the bed beside el, not looking up from his hands. the silence stretches.

“i will go now, mike,” el stands and walks to the door, then looks back. “but i think you should talk to will,” she tells him before closing the door behind her.

mike doesn’t move for a while. he knows he needs to speak with will. he wants to. he just needs a minute to catch his breath. he needs to think about…. everything. he can’t think about anything. if el didn’t think of, ask for, even know the contents of the painting, that means will lied. how much of what he said was a lie? what did he mean? does that mean… no. stop. he couldn’t let himself imagine. dream. hope. don’t.

he’s sure he’s just overthinking the whole situation. this doesn’t mean anything. will just exaggerated, or slipped up, or made up the whole thing to give me the push i needed to save el, my girlfriend, his sister for god’s sake. this was about el, for el, not me. yeah. i’m just overthinking. snap out of it, mike.

as he finally lifts himself off the bed, the door swings back open. “oh, hey,” will greets and walks past a frozen-in-place mike. “i was just grabbing the paintbrushes.” will explains. mike’s heart skips a beat at “paintbrushes”. i should really say something. say something. come on. will turns to mike, having retrieved a couple large paintbrushes left on mike’s floor, and sees what he takes as a look of confusion. “for hop’s cabin…” will raises his eyebrows. “mike, are you okay?”

mike squeezes his eyes shut and open. “yeah, yeah, i’m fine.” i can’t. not now. he clears his throat. “i should help out with the cabin, just, um, give me a few minutes to.. get ready, and i’ll come down and meet you guys there.” he can still see the concern on wills face, but mike shoos him out before he asks any more questions.

that wasn’t what you were supposed to do. mike grabs his already packed bag. why can’t you just talk to him? he tugs his sneakers on and works on the laces. it shouldn’t be this hard. stop making this so hard. he slips out of the door and makes his way to the cabin.

will is busy at work on the wall paint when mike arrives, so he’s easy to evade. mike hates that he’s actively avoiding will, but he can’t bring himself to do anything just yet. his head is a mess. he tries to block it all out with the work. he’s successful until it’s too late to work and his mom makes him turn in for the night, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

mike enters his room to a wordless will curled up in the sleeping bag on the floor. mike can’t take it anymore. “hey,” his voice is low. will turns.

“hey,” comes his reply. a beat. then, “do we only talk in the late hours of the night now?” will’s whispered question takes mike by surprise. it was true, but he had hoped will wouldn’t take notice.

“yeah, i guess so,” mike tries to laugh it off. “sorry about that.” he adds sheepishly. please don’t read too much into it.

“so, uh,” mike continues, “you- well, i was thinking… you really should use the bed.” he tries to ignore will’s widened eyes in the dark.

“mike-“

“will. it’s a big bed, and it’s so unfair and dumb for you to sleep on the floor right next to it. plus, we’ve shared beds tons of times as kids. it’ll be fine.” mikes words are as much for himself as they are for will. it’ll be fine, he repeats. you’ll be fine. just don’t get too close.

will deliberates for a moment, looking between his current sleeping bag and pillow on the floor and mike’s warm, comfortable bed. he slowly sighs, steps out of the sleeping bag, and grabs his pillow. he eyes the bed again. “so..”

mike pulls his comforter back and makes space for will, who meticulously slips into the bed, his back to mike. “this is much better than the floor,” will admits. “thank you.”

mike is hit with a wave of guilt for not doing this much sooner. he never should have let will sleep on the floor. you were being selfish. “yeah, um- of course.” he pushes the thoughts out of his brain. “goodnight.”

“mm,” will mutters in response.

mike is careful to keep his distance from the boy’s body next to him. he doesn’t sleep for a long time, plagued with continual thoughts of beds and paintings and road-trips in vans and girlfriends and california and best friends. when he finally passes out, he hasn’t moved positions.

…

most mornings mike slips out of his room before will wakes up. will has always been a heavy sleeper, making this an easy task.

as mike awakes this particular morning, he’s greeted with will’s sleeping face approximately 3 inches from his own and his arm thrown over mike’s body.

mike scrambles to separate himself from will without waking him. mike pushes his body against the corner of the bed, opposite of will, oblivious to mikes panicked state.

something keeps mike from leaving bed this morning. for one, leaving would mean climbing over will’s body, something mike is not up for attempting. secondly, they really do need to talk. he can’t keep putting it off forever.

afraid of what might happen if he slept again, mike doesn’t let his eyes shut. left without many other options, he lays on his pillow, gazing at will.

he doesn’t often allow himself simply look at will. it hurts too much. but will just looks so soft in the mornings. now, he lets his eyes trace along will’s long eyelashes, the curve of his nose, the dip between his nose and lips, the fullness of his parted li- no. stop. mike presses his eyes shut. he is in your bed right now. this isn’t fair to him. stop it mike.

he turns to face the wall, silently cursing himself for letting his guard down. he said he wouldn’t let himself do this again. he can’t. he couldn’t do that to will. all mike could do was wait for him to wake up.

after what feels like hours to mike, which he spent noiselessly tossing and turning, he caught will’s eyes fluttering open. mike makes sure he’s a reasonable distance from him, then waves a hand by will’s face. “took you long enough,” mike says playfully.

“mm,” will slurs, “morning.” he rubs his eyes, then looks back at mike as if he hadn’t really noticed he was there. “you’re still here.”

so he noticed that, too. mike gives half a smile.

“um, why?” will questions. “sorry, that sounded mean,” he backtracks. “i’m just not used to it.”

“yeah, well, um,” mike is at a loss. he spent so much time not thinking about this moment, he forgot to plan out this moment entirely. “so, yeah, so…” pull yourself together. “we kinda need to talk.” this gets will’s attention. both boys sit up on the edge of the bed.

“i’ve been putting it off because, well, i don’t really know what to say, or how, or-“ mike decides he most certainly has a rambling problem. “anyway. i was talking to el, and, okay, she sent me this letter before spring break, telling me all about this painting you were working on, that you wouldn’t even let her see, and so, yesterday, she’s looking at my painting, right, the one you painted, that she asked for, and i’ve been meaning to thank her, so i do, and she doesn’t know what i’m talking about, and…” mike’s speech grows stifled. “did… you lie to me? in the van, when you said el commissioned the painting, and- all those things she felt… about me, was that all… a lie?” mike finally spits out the question.

will is quiet. painfully quiet. he hasn’t met mikes eyes since the beginning of his speech. will delicately turns from mike, sitting up on the edge of the bed, staring down at his hands.

mike’s sort of out of steam, out of things to say or do. his throat feels like it’s closed up. it’s all he can do to sit up next to will and wait.

after what feels like an eternity of uncomfortable silence, will lets out a noise like a swallowed whimper. it twists mike’s heart. he just has to turn to will, look him in the eyes, take will’s hands in his own. will’s eyes continue focusing on them.

“i’m so sorry, mike,” he croaks out. “i- i didn’t know what to do. i just, i made that stupid painting, and- and… i don’t know, you needed it, and you needed it from el, so i gave that to you, and… the rest just happened! i wasn’t thinking properly. i was so worried about el, and you two needed each other, and…” will gasps for air. “i’m sorry.”

his eyes finally travel up to mike’s, who is intently staring him down, face painted with distress.

“why- why are you sorry?” mike rasps, fighting the dryness taking over his mouth. “will, don’t be sorry. please. i did need that. your painting, your words. i needed that.” mike steels himself for his next concession. it’s now or never. “i needed that… from you.” his voice is hardly a whisper. “i think, somewhere in the back of my mind, in my chest, even, i maybe wanted it to come from you. and maybe i was a little disappointed, when it didn’t.” he drops will’s hands in shame.

“well,” will lets out softly, between heavy breaths. “what- what if it did? come from me, i mean.”

mike’s breath catches, the weight of wills words hitting him slowly. does that mean will- before he can do anything, though he doesn’t have the slightest idea what he’d do, will is pulling him from the bed by the arm. “there’s something i want to show you.”

mike blindly follows will outside, only stopping to slip on their shoes. he’s not one to say no to will. the pajama clad boys ride their bikes down to hoppers cabin, where will pulls mike inside. he’s lead to the very back, to a boarded up room he assumed nobody used. he watched as will pushed back the boards with some difficulty, creating an opening just big enough for the boys to slip through, one after the other.

the space was cramped and dark. will messed with a floor lamp along the wall, causing the light to flicker on and fill the room. mike peered around it, until the wall caught his eye. it held a large pinned up piece of linen. just under it, a mess of paint tubes and brushes. mike swivels his head to will, who looks back at him with a small but genuine smile.

“come here,” will breaks the silence held since the house, stepping towards the cloth. mike follows. his eyes examine the painting before him. it’s so lovely.

“you… made this?” mike asks in awe. he can make out will nodding, though he’s unable to peel his eyes from the painting. the half-painted scene is of will and himself as kids, on a swing set, the sunset blazing behind them. the day we met…

“oh will…” he finally manages to pull his eyes from the painting to wills own. “it’s beautiful. i love it.”

this gets a bashful smile out of will. “i’ve been working on it since we got back, ever since i could get my hands on some paints again. i wasn’t going to show it to you, or anyone, but…” his voice trails off. “it, um, it isn’t finished yet, by the way.” mike nods along.

“um, in the van,” will tone drops. “i didn’t plan to lie to you. i- i just didn’t want to make things complicated, put more weight on you. but i so badly wanted to be honest. i wanted to tell you… tell you i…” will’s voice now completely disappears.

mike reaches his hand towards wills, interlocking the two. it brings him right back to the van. “i… wanted to be honest too,” mike confides. “i just didn’t know how, with argyle and jonathan right there, and everything you said about el”

“what- what would you have said?” will whispers the question.

“i would’ve told you…” mike’s voice grows quieter, but his face grows closer to will’s. “that what ‘el’ said about me feels familiar. it’s the way i feel, too. just not for her.” their faces inch closer, closer, closer. “i feel that way… for you,” the confession spills out of him. “i missed you, will. i’m lost without you, and i’m so, so scared of losing you, and i’ll always need you too, because-“

mike takes a sharp breath, his and will’s mouths mere inches apart. it’s barely audible when mike murmurs, “because i’m in love with you.” there it is.

will’s eyes widen and his expression softens all at once. mike can feel will’s breath on his lips. it’s dizzying.

“mike- i…” his gaze drops towards mike’s lips. mike takes it as a sign to do the thing he can’t seem to get off his mind.

he bridges the small gap between their lips.

will stands very still. so still, mike worries that he’s got it all wrong, that he’s made a horrible mistake, and he almost pulls away.

but then will’s eyes close and his hands travel to mike’s hair, his fingers running through and gripping it, and mike feels as if he’s melting into will, into his longing. it’s better than he could’ve ever imagined- and he’s imagined it quite a bit.

his hands rise to will’s back, his shoulders, his jaw. all the places mike has dreamed of touching, stroking, grasping, he does. he never wants his lips to leave will’s.

when they finally do, it’s only to gasp for air.

mike’s eyes flutter open to find a wide-eyed, red-faced will staring at him. the boys share a smile, private and gentle.

“mike…” will lets out, a sparkle in his eye. “i love you too.” mike has never felt such relief. he can’t believe this was happening to someone like him.

“i have, for so long, i just-“ will continues, “i never though i would get to have you.”

he gives a small gasp as mike pulls him into a hug. it’s not long before will wraps his own arms around mike.

“me too, will. me too,” mike gently whispers into wills ear. “i’m sorry it took me so long.” i’m so sorry, he wants to say, but he feels will shake his head.

“it doesn’t matter now, mike. i’m here.” though it didn’t seem possible, the hug tightens. “mike. i’m yours,” will breaths out.

“and i’m yours.”

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