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brbsoulnomming · 6 months

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 27 (final part)

rating: explicit

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In the morning, Jonathan and Steve and Argyle make breakfast together, and Eddie watches them move around each other kind of bemusedly. He's not sure how, but somehow, it works, and the end result is a spread enough to feed even this hoard.

They trickle out sometime after that, most of them checking on Eddie and Steve one last time. Robin hurries some of them - Dustin and Mike - along, saying Steve has to help Eddie with his physical therapy.

"Wayne's dropping me off at home," she tells them, when it's just her and his uncle waiting in the truck left. "That's my gift to you - you get the weekend to enjoy your physical therapy."

She waggles her eyebrows meaningfully, cackling at them as she leaves.

When it's just them, and the house is utterly silent, they look at each other.

"I'll lock up downstairs," Eddie offers.

"I'll take upstairs," Steve agrees, already running towards it.

Eddie checks the doors and windows, just to be safe, then books it upstairs.

Steve's already sitting on the bed, eyes scanning what looks like Eddie's discharge paperwork.

He looks up when Eddie walks into the room, his expression lighting up in a way that makes Eddie's heart beat a little quicker.

"We need to talk," he blurts out, before he can let himself get distracted by the urge to kiss Steve senseless.

Steve's face falls. "Oh," he says. "Um. Yeah, okay, sure."

"About Jason," Eddie adds hurriedly. "And everything that happened."

"Oh! Right, you're right. Of course." Steve sets the papers aside, scooting up on the bed so Eddie can come sit across from him.

Steve immediately gets his hands on Eddie's knees when he does, leaning into his space. "How are you doing?"

That's not what Eddie meant, but he lets himself think about the question anyway.

"I don't know," he admits. "Can we come back to that?"

Steve makes a face at him. "That won't work forever," he warns him.

"I know," Eddie says. "Does it help if I say this time, at least I knew I wasn't alone?"

Steve considers that. "Does it help you?"

"Yeah," Eddie says slowly. "Before - when I was in the boathouse, or on the lake, or in the woods alone, or even in the Upside Down, there was a lot of times that I thought for sure I was going to die. But last night? I believed I'd be okay. I knew you were there, I knew you all had my back."

"We always will," Steve promises, tipping his head to kiss him.

"That's the other thing we need to talk about," Eddie says. "You always being so ready to be the one to take the hits."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Why does everyone keep bringing that up? I'm not trying to get hurt."

"You still do, though," Eddie points out. "Every time. You think we don't worry about you? Look, if you can look me in the eye and tell me it's a hundred percent not because you think you're worth less than the rest of the party, or that you're only as good as what you can do for them, then I'll drop it."

Steve's jaw tightens, throat working as he swallows.

"Thought so," Eddie says when Steve's been silent for a while.

"I don't exactly think I'm worth less," Steve says.

Eddie waits, but there's no lie, so he relaxes a little.

"But I guess I do think this is what I'm good for," Steve continues. "This is how I can help them."

"Stevie," Eddie whispers, his heart breaking a little. "There's so much more to you than just that, okay? You're more than that to them. To us."

He knows that Joyce said it last night, and he's pretty sure that Robin must have told him it at least a dozen times, but he's also pretty sure that Steve needs to hear it as much as possible.

Steve gives him a bittersweet little smile. "What else am I supposed to do, Eds, sit on the sidelines? Let one of the kids get hurt instead?"

"That's not - okay, look, I'm not going to ask you to stop. No when it's for the kids, and not when we all make plans for Vecna. I get it, I do," Eddie says. "But I don't want you to do it for me."

"Like you weren't going to do the same thing when Jason had the gun pointed at you," Steve says.

Which -

"Okay, fair," Eddie concedes. "But if I don't like it when you do it for me, and you don't like it when I do it for you, where does that leave us?"

Steve frowns. "I don't know. I guess - I guess we work as a team?"

Eddie scrubs a hand over his face. "We did okay once we actually got on the same page?"

Steve drums his fingers on his knee. "I think this is a conversation we need to have with Robin here," he admits.

"Good call," Eddie agrees.

Steve's quiet for a moment. "But I hear you, okay? I do. I know you and Robin don't like it. Like I told her, I - I'll think about both of you before I do anything."

And that -

Yeah, actually, he thinks that's all he needs right now.

"But you have to do the same," Steve adds. "No more like what you did with the demobats."

Unlike when he promised Dustin he wouldn't do that again, he actually thinks it through this time.

"If it's Dustin or me," he says slowly. "It's going to have to be me."

Steve looks at him pointedly, and Eddie winces.

"Right, I know, it's the same for you. But I-" Eddie cuts off, trying to figure out how to say this and be honest without being too vulnerable.

"Eds," Steve murmurs, thumbs rubbing over the inside of his knees.

Right. It's Steve, his soulmate. He can be vulnerable. More than that - he thinks he needs to be vulnerable.

"I wanted to be brave," he admits. "I didn't want to run anymore. I know you don't think I had anything to prove, but I thought I did."

"What about now?" Steve asks.

"I don't know," Eddie says. "I don't think I'm an NPC anymore. But this is - I'm not like you guys, I don't know what I'll do next time. If I'll run again."

Steve frowns. "What's an NPC?"

Eddie huffs out a hollow little laugh. "Non-player character. It's the side characters in a D&D campaign, the ones that no one actually plays, they're just there to facilitate the story and then disappear."

Steve's face smooths out into understanding, and he leans in to kiss him, just the softest brush of their lips together. "Yeah," he says when he pulls back. "I figured you felt like you weren't really one of us, and that you weren't going to make it. But you don't anymore?"

"No," Eddie says. "I don't really know what to do with it, but I know this is it. This is where I want to be. You, uh. You're it for me, too, Stevie."

He'd already accidently fessed up to overhearing Steve and Robin's conversation, after all, so he might as well go all in.

Steve huffs out a little laugh, kissing him again. "I love you."

"Love you, too," Eddie whispers. Then he pulls back, arching one eyebrow. "So how about that physical therapy?"

Steve pulls Eddie's discharge paperwork back out.

"Wait, you - you actually wanted to do the stupid stretches? I thought that was a euphemism!" Eddie says, disappointed.

Steve bumps their knees together. "If you don't stretch out that leg first, you're going to cramp up in the middle of something you really don't want to be cramping up in."

"Oh. Oh! Okay, I'll take it." Eddie flops onto his back on the bed, legs sprawled out. "Okay, Stevie, you're the jock here. Get me stretched out."

Steve laughs, scooting over to get his hands on Eddie's leg. He spreads the paperwork out next to him, looking at it for a moment before he dives right into it.

Eddie lets out a surprised grunt as Steve maneuvers his leg, one hand cupping his knee and the other on his thigh. He can feel it deep in his hip as it rotates nice and slow, can feel the stretch of his thigh, but no there's no sharp pains like he might have expected.

"Tell me if it hurts," Steve says, glancing back at the paper and then moving him again.

The diagrams hadn't been all that helpful when Eddie'd looked, and he'd figured he'd have to actually read through the written instructions a few more times to make any kind of sense of them. But Steve moves his leg around easy as anything, his guiding hands gentle and firm and every movement nice and fluid.

Eddie props himself up on his elbow so he can get a better look at Steve. "You're pretty good at this. Hey, I bet you'd make a good physical therapist."

Steve hums noncommittally.

"No?" Eddie asks.

"I mean, sure, maybe, one day. For now? I might get the Family Video job back, or somewhere else around town that's still open, but until Vecna's down for good, my full time job's gonna be - what'd you call it? Being a paladin."

Eddie can't exactly refute that, but shit, everything about that statement sucks.

Well, almost everything.

"You know, I can see the barbarian side of you, too," Eddie teases.

Steve rolls his eyes. "Fine, full time paladin, part time barbarian."

Eddie snickers. "You're already multiclassing."

Steve scoffs, but his expression is unbelievably fond. "I can't believe how into it I am when you're being a giant nerd, it's pretty embarrassing."

It makes Eddie's insides go all warm and gooey, Steve looking at him like that, and yet -

"You are, though, right? Into it?" he finds himself asking.

"Eds," Steve murmurs, leaning in closer. "I'm into everything about you. It's you."

Eddie tries to just accept it. It's clearly not a lie, but something about the way Steve says it like it should be obvious makes him hunch in on himself a little.

"Right, who wouldn't be into a nerdy, virgin, drug dealing super super senior?"

Steve frowns, pulling back to look at him. There's a scrunch between his brows that says he's thinking hard about something, and Eddie wants so bad to reach out to smooth it out.

Wait.

Now he can.

Eddie presses his thumb to the little spot, rubbing it like he's rubbing away whatever Steve's thinking about that's making him make that face.

Steve huffs out a laugh, batting his hand away. "All right, let's look at this," he says, rocking back on his heels and holding up one finger.

"First - in case you haven't noticed, all of my friends are huge nerds, man. I'm kind of a nerd, I just look like much less of one compared to all of you. Second -" Steve puts up another finger. "All right, I'm not super thrilled about the drug dealing when it comes to the harder stuff, but you did what you had to, and I'd be a huge hypocrite if I complained about the weed. Third - it's high school. Weren't you the one who said it feels like it's a lot less important now in the face of everything else?"

"That's different," Eddie mutters, feeling a little bit overwhelmed. He's not used to having someone systematically refute almost all of his points about himself like that, and he doesn't know what to do with it other than focus on the one it feels like Steve doesn't understand. "That was social conformity, this is - this is fucking graduating, man."

He's not sure what he'd do if Steve brushed it off again. Fortunately, Steve just shifts a little, laying down on his side next to him.

"Will you tell me?" Steve asks.

Eddie turns to face him more, hand coming up to fiddle with the hem of Steve's shirt. "My dad never graduated," he says finally. "Dropped out after junior year when they told him that it wasn't looking good for him to be able to graduate, said there were bigger and better things out there than high school, anyway. I don't want to be like him, I don't want to give up."

Steve brushes his hair back, tucking it behind his ear. "You fought Vecna with us. You stuck with us, even now. You decided to work with me on making our bond romantic even when you thought Robin and I were together. You aren't the give up type, Eddie, and if graduating is important to you, then it's important to me, too. I know you can do it."

Eddie slips his hand under Steve's shirt, thumb rubbing over his waist. "Yeah? You gonna cheer for me at graduation?"

Steve quirks a little grin. "I'll yell for you and Robs so loud you'll hear me over everyone else."

Eddie kisses him.

"Noticed you didn't say anything about the virgin thing," he jokes when they break for air.

Eddie doesn't actually think that's an issue for Steve, not after how he'd reacted when Eddie first told him, but when Steve doesn't say anything, it makes him frown a little.

"Steve?" he asks, pulling back to look at him.

"It's not like that's going to be true much longer," Steve points out, but there's something about the way he says it that makes Eddie narrow his eyes at him.

"Steve Harrington," Eddie drawls, delighted. "Is that a thing for you? Do you have a virgin thing?"

"I don't have a-" Steve starts to protest, then amends it to, "I don't exactly have a virgin thing."

"Oh, but you have a sort of virgin thing?" Eddie teases. "You're into it, aren't you, popping cherries?"

Steve shoves him as Eddie cackles, and before long Steve's giving a little snort of laughter too.

"Shut up," Steve says. "I just - I like being able to make someone's first experience a good one, okay? I like that someone's trusted me enough to be their first time. And - maybe I really like the idea of being that for you."

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, his voice softening a little. "You gonna make it good for me, Stevie?"

Steve props himself up so he can lean over Eddie, dropping a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "You gonna let me?" he asks, just as soft.

Eddie swallows. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll let you."

Steve hums in response, kissing along the line of his jaw.

Eddie grunts when Steve bites him just under the edge of his jaw, his hips bucking up involuntarily at the sensation of Steve's tongue soothing over the sting from his teeth.

His hands push under Steve's shirt, fingertips scratching through the hair over his stomach as he pushes the fabric up.

"Off," he mutters, tugging insistently, until Steve finally pulls away from his neck to strip off his shirt.

Eddie groans, finally getting to openly stare at him the way he couldn't do the last time Steve was shirtless. He reaches out eagerly, palms sweeping up Steve's ribs before he pushes his fingers through the fucking lush mat of hair on his chest.

Steve grunts as Eddie skims over some of his soulmate words, eyes going wide. "Fuck."

"Right?" Eddie agrees, sliding one hand back down to do it again.

Steve shoves his own hands under Eddie's shirt, manhandling him a little to get him sitting up enough that he can pull it off.

Eddie's dick twitches, practically straining against his jeans - yup, Jesus Christ, confirmed that is definitely a thing for him.

When it's Steve, at least.

He expects Steve to get his hands on him, the way Eddie's still stroking possessively over Steve's chest, but instead Steve dips down and gets his mouth on his collarbone, sucking a mark into his skin.

Eddie makes a choked off sound, something between a moan and a curse.

"That okay?" Steve asks quietly.

One of Eddie's hands abandons Steve's chest so he can push it into his hair instead, tangling in the soft strands so he can hold him right where he is.

"So fucking okay," Eddie says.

Steve huffs out a little laugh, the puff of warm air against his collarbone sending a little shiver down Eddie's spine.

He doesn't dive back in immediately, though, leaving Eddie squirming and arching his hips up.

"What're you waiting for?" he demands.

"Looking for something," Steve replies.

Before Eddie can ask what, Steve dives back in, tongue dragging a line over his sternum.

Right where Eddie knows it says I don't think you're brave.

If Eddie thought it was overwhelming before, having Steve's hands on his words, it's got nothing on his tongue. The wet heat against his chest seems to have a direct line to his dick, and when Steve's lips brush over another line of words on his stomach, he feels it fucking everywhere.

Eddie's not entirely sure how, but somehow, they manage to get both of their jeans and underwear shoved down and tossed aside.

There's so much fucking bare skin, and Eddie's greedy for it, reaching out and touching anything he can reach as Steve practically makes out with every bit of soulmate ink he can find.

Eddie throws his head back as Steve sinks lower, tongue carefully tracing one of raised red lines of his mostly healed bite marks without quite touching it, teeth grazing along one of the bisected words instead.

His hands tangle in Steve's hair again, grip a little harder than he means to - but Steve gives this punched out moan, and fuck, okay, Eddie's going to assume a little hair tugging is on the table.

Steve finds the words on the inside of Eddie's thigh, the ones that say I don't care about my soulmate, too, and I won't do anything to keep them safe, and if Steve's hands weren't on his hips, Eddie's pretty sure he would have hit Steve in the face with how hard he bucks up when Steve bites him there.

"Steve," he manages to get out. "Steve, I'm gonna-"

"Yeah," Steve says, getting one hand around his cock and stroking over him. "Come on, Eds."

His grip on Steve's hair tightens so much it has to hurt when he comes, spilling all over Steve's hand and his own stomach with a strangled shout. Steve strokes him through it, like he's trying to get every last bit of sensation out of him that he can.

Eddie's panting harshly when Steve finally lets go, and his hands slip out of Steve's hair as Steve pulls back to sit up.

His brain is practically mush, and he's not sure he can even feel all of his limbs, let alone move them, but he still makes a greedy little noise when Steve rocks back on his heels and Eddie gets his first good look at his cock.

"Gimme," Eddie mutters, hands twitching as he tries to reach for it.

Steve laughs softly. "Next time," he says.

Instead, he takes one of Eddie's hands in his, lacing their fingers together. With his other hand, Steve jerks himself off, stroking quick and rough, and Eddie's fucking mesmerized by the sight.

It doesn't take long for Steve to come, too, and Eddie's feeling pretty fantastic about that. Steve is so fucking beautiful when he comes that Eddie's spent dick gives a little jolt, and he wonders how quick Steve could be ready for that next time.

Steve drops down next to him when he's finished, and they press together as close as possible, trading kisses that are more like panting into each other's mouths than anything else.

"I love you," he murmurs in Steve's ear, when he's finally got enough breath left to speak.

Steve holds him closer, burying his face in Eddie's neck. "Love you," he returns.

They lay like that for a long time, as Eddie slowly feels his heart start to calm down - as it sinks in that this is fucking real.

"You okay?" Steve asks after a while, voice soft.

"I'm fucking fantastic," Eddie replies.

Steve hums happily, finally tipping his head up so he can kiss him. "That was a first for me, too, you know," he admits quietly.

Eddie smiles. "First boy Steve Harrington ever slept with, that's a pretty good achievement."

Steve rolls his eyes. "First and last," he points out, which -

Hmm.

Okay, apparently that might be kind of a thing for Eddie, too.

"Ruined you for all other men, didn't I?" Eddie asks smugly.

Steve snorts, pinching his side.

Eddie just grins at him, wide and gleeful, until Steve huffs out a little laugh and kisses him again.

"You're lucky I really like seeing you like this," Steve retorts.

"What, all fucked out?" Eddie asks.

"Nah. Like seeing you happy."

Oh.

"Stevie," he murmurs, gently pushing his fingers through Steve's hair.

Steve tilts his head into his hand for a moment. Then he smirks. "Besides, that wasn't anywhere close to what I plan to do to get you all fucked out."

Eddie's dick twitches again.

"So, uh. How soon can we have that next time?" he asks.

Steve grins at him. "Lunch first, then round two?"

"Hell yes," Eddie agrees.

It's going to be a fucking fantastic weekend.

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Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler graduate with the rest of their class that year.

And this time, finally, so does Eddie Munson.

Graduation doesn't happen until July, with all the delays, but Eddie is right there among the class of '86, wearing Steve's jeans and one of his uncle's button ups and all of his rings and chains under his cap and gown.

Robin's name gets called first, and Eddie joins the near deafening roar that comes from all of the people cheering her in the bleachers. He can faintly hear Steve shouting "That's my girl!" over everyone else, but Eddie's not sure if that's because Steve's actually louder than all of them or because he's listening out for Steve more.

When it's Eddie's turn - he honestly doesn't know what to expect. It might be dramatic of him, but he wouldn't be all that surprised if he got tomatoes thrown at him.

What he gets, though, is a roar just as deafening and a fucking standing ovation from two rows of the bleachers. He can hear his uncle shouting "That's my son!", a whoop that sounds like a battle cry coming from the party, and Steve damn near screaming, "That's my boy!"

Eddie can't resist throwing out a pair of devil horns after he takes his diploma.

Vecna is still out there, and Hawkins is still a shithole, and Eddie still doesn't have any more of an idea of what his future holds than he did when he was still in high school.

But he's got two soulmates, and a boyfriend, and a family big enough to fill two rows of the bleachers, and as long as he's got them by his side?

They can handle anything that comes for them.

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And we have officially reached the end! I do have a little bit more planned in this verse eventually - a couple of B side things and some prequels from Steve's POV, and a one shot of the campaign they all agreed to play, but for now, this is completed.

I wanted to give a huge thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, and commented! The response to this honestly astounded me a little, and I wouldn't have been so motivated to finish this without reading everyone's comments and tags in their reblogs. Thank you all so, so much, and a massive thank you to the Steddie fandom in general!! I'm definitely not done with this pairing, and I hope to have more done for them soon.

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finalgilmoregirl · 6 months

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thanks for all the love on my last two posts, here’s an idea i thought of the other day that i actually was able to fully flesh out

☆ a growing relationship between fnaf movie!mike x fem!mall worker!reader would include :

- pre fnaf movie events

a/n : i made this in head cannon form to save time but i might make a blurb series. ALSO IMPORTANT : i try to make the reader in my fics as physically non descriptive as possible which means i try to stay away from words like “tall, short, pale, thin” etc… if there is ever an explicit description, it’ll be in the title (like how i put “fem!” or “latina”) okay that being said, enjoy!

- movie takes place in 2000s so naturally reader would work in retail whilst in college (movie!mike is thought to be in his mid-20s so i’m also making reader around that age)

- i think the first interaction between the two would be at her place of work, on a particular slow morning

- he’s only had his security job at the mall for about a week, and his employers had him bouncing around different stores, trying to find his place in the building

- which is how he ended up standing at the front your store at 10am

- he’d spoken to the assistant manager for a moment right before opening but it wasn’t until almost an hour into his shift that he’d noticed you

- he’d just failed to stifle his tenth yawn in the last few minutes when he heard your voice, snapping his brain into high alert

- “excuse me?”

- he turned his head in your direction and widened his eyes a bit before trying to relax

- you were talking to him, and you were beautiful

- “uhm, yeah?” he replied, instantly cursing himself in his mind for not replying more politely

- you obviously didn’t mind his response as you smiled sweetly, reaching an arm out, which is what made mike take notice of the to-go cup in your hand

- “sorry, i just thought you could use this.”

- oh! this surprised the man, and you took notice of the look on his face.

- to be fair this was weird, at least a little bit. you’d never given the other security guards coffee. you were always polite to them of course, but you never went out of your way to try to make an impression ike this.

- but then again, none of the other security guards were this cute

- and you thought mike was very cute

- “i know, it’s a bit weird but i was over there stacking clothes and couldn’t help but notice how tired you seemed.” you pointed to where you were just a moment ago, before you’d gone to the back room to get mike his drink

- mike looked to the area you pointed out, taking notice of the pile of clothes you’d seemed to be in the process of organizing

- mike wanted to hit himself. he was so caught up in his own head and trying to force himself awake that he didn’t even notice that you had been a mere ten feet away this entire time.

- he then looked back at you and realized he hadn’t make a single coherent reply to anything you’d said so far

- he shook his head out of his thoughts and gave you a small smile

- “no no that’s not weird” he said, taking the coffee out of your hands and trying to ignore how soft they felt as his fingertips brushed against them, “that’s really nice of you, thank you.”

- you shrugged, playing with your now free hands while trying to ignore how your heartbeat had started to quicken

- “it’s no big deal, i just thought it’d be best if you were awake in case anyone tried to rob us” you joked, earning a chuckle from mike.

- “i’m y/n by the way” you held out your hand to him

- “i’m mike” he said as he took it, giving it a light shake and reluctantly letting go

- you looked into each others eyes for a moment, and warmth started to circulate your bodies

- unfortunately, the moment was gone too fast as one of your coworkers called you over, asking for your help in taking down some boxes

- you looked back at mike, who still held the smallest smile

- “i guess i’ll see you around.” you shrugged, walking away

- as the day went by and the store got increasingly busier, you and mike failed to have anymore interactions and soon, he had to leave, saddened by the fact that he couldn’t say goodbye but also hopeful at the thought that he might see you again

- it wasn’t until a week later that he did

- he unfortunately got stationed at a kiosk near the entrance of the mall, however that didn’t stop him from walking by your store on his breaks in hopes to catch another glimpse of you

- he did this for three days until this routine paid off.

- you were working the cash register, conversing with a young girl and her mother as you bagged their clothing

- “have a good one!” you smiled brightly at the pair as they walked out of store, which is when you saw mike approach the entrance

- he walked in shyly, hands in his pockets

- he’s wanted to see you… but what did he even plan to say?

- “hey mike!” you called out to the brunette as he walked in

- he responded with his own “hi” as he walked up to the counter

- “what are you doing here?”

- “you know, just…taking a walk”

- he looked down for a moment, nerves creeping up on him. well, he thought. i might as well take advantage of this moment. i mean, you’re right there.

- with a sudden surge of confidence (and despite the sweat now pooling down the back of his neck) he looked back up and said : “i actually just realized.”

- you looked back at him expectedly

- “i never got to repay you for that coffee.”

- when asked if you’d like to cash in that debt you replied a bit faster than you would like to admit, and a date was set for the same day

- where mike had four more hours to go after his break, you had three. which you thought was more than fine, just more time to prepare for this date

- you would meet at the coffee place across from the food court after both of your shifts

- and when you did, it was like something out of a movie

- mike of course, as guarded as he his, tried his best from dumping any trauma on you and steered clear from anything he thought was too personal in fear of scaring you away. however after picking up bits and piece from your life, he had a feeling you wouldn’t judge him

- despite you basically being a stranger, he felt more relaxed than he had in years, him learning about you was enough to distract him from whatever nightmares plagued him at all hours of the day, just for a little while

- as time went on and you both kept in touch after your first date, mike began to open up a bit more

- after the first few weeks he told you about abby, more so about their situation

- you sympathized with him a bit, offering advice if he needed it and a helping hand if any issues with their current babysitter came up

- your selflessness solidified his thought that this could be something good, which led to your first kiss after your fourth date

- you figured it would take a while, you sensed from the first date that he would be a tough book to crack open, but you really liked him and were more than happy to be patient.

- back to abby :

- as much as he was okay with talking to you about abby, he hadn’t planned to tell abby about you. not knowing how she would react to adding a random woman to possibly be a part of her life after their mother

- this of course became a small issue when she began to notice how much more time he spent on the phone

- phone bill be damned, he would still lean against the kitchen wall, twirling the phone cord around his finger for at least half an hour while he talked to you

- “who is it?” abby asked one late afternoon.

- where she was supposed to be in bed already, she came out to get a glass of water, catching her brother talking in a hushed voice.

- “don’t worry about it” mike would tell her.

- “what are they saying?”

- “abby can you please just go to your room”

- she would very soon find out about your existence when one evening mike put the phone down for a second to go look for a book he wanted to tell you about

- as soon as he walked out of the room, abby jumped from her place on the couch and snuck to the phone

- “hello?” she whispered, cupping her hand over the transmitter

- “hi” you smiled, picturing the young girl that mike had described to you before

- “who is this?” abby asked, almost aggressively, confused as to why her brother has been talking to a woman

- “i’m y/n” you told her, trying to suppress a laugh

- something clicked in the child then

- gasp “are you mikes girlfriend??”

- it was just then that mike had returned, and with a face of anger and horror her snatched the device from abby’s grasp and lightly shoved her away with a light scolding “abby what the hell did i say?”

- you laughed harder at his tone

- “i am so sorry about that. what did she say to you?”

- “oh nothing” you sighed, “she just asked me if i was your girlfriend.”

- he mouthed a god dammit as he looked to the ceiling

- he wasn’t embarrassed that abby had asked, he was embarrassed that he hadn’t asked you yet

- there’s no protocol to dating as an adult. “will you be my girlfriend?” sounds too childish and when that’s out of the question, where do you go from there?

- “well…” mike shut his eyes tightly as he asked, “what did you say?”

- “i didn’t get to answer. what do you think i should have said?” you said, lighthearted but pointedly.

- swallowing the bile he felt creeping up his throat at the nerves he rubbed his hand to his sweater clad chest

- “i mean…” you continued. “do you want me to be?”

- my god yes he desperately thought but tried his best to sound casual “yeah, i’d like that”

- “well then, i suppose i am your girlfriend. maybe i can actually tell her next time”

- he sensed the teasing in your voice and gave a mixed of a chuckle and a sigh at your answer, the weight the nerves left on his chest lifted.

- “next time” he said softly, “sounds good”

☆ might start planning a part two

#kelly : mike thoughts 💭#mike schmidt x reader #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson

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counting-stars-gayly · 2 years

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The way Mike speaks without thinking, and Will thinks without speaking. The way Mike’s love language is verbal affirmation, and Will’s love language is also verbal affirmation. The way they’re both insecure about where they stand in their respective relationships with others. The way Will makes himself as small and unnoticeable as possible only for Mike to see and understand him regardless. The way Mike is usually loud but softens his voice when talking to Will because Will is a naturally quiet person. The way Will uses art to communicate what he can’t describe, and Mike hangs up Will’s drawings all over the walls of his room and basement. (“Here, have a piece of my soul. And another. And another.” “Thank you; let me just surround myself with these every single day for the rest of my life so that I’m drowning in you.”) The way Mike is afraid of losing El and Will because he already has in the past. The way Will is afraid of losing Mike because he spent over a year losing him slowly. The way Will has trauma from being physically unsafe, but Mike makes him feel protected. The way Mike has trauma from watching his loved ones get hurt and not being able to save them, but Will lets him know that his presence alone is helpful. The way Mike and Will have so much in common and yet have differences that perfectly compliment one another. The way they love each other in the manners which they desire to be loved in.

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Welcome Home

Prompt: Okay! You gonna love this A sandwich.... between....*drum rolls* Mike and Touch Starved!Will … They both brothers, and Mike is a horn dog, while after 3 month parted Will needs a hard release after a stressful business agenda😘😘

Summary: while your one roommate is away, things get steamy with your other roommate. it just so happens that the roommate who was gone comes back while you’re fooling around with the other one. this is fun.

Pairing: bi!Mikey x unnamed OFC x bi!Will Shaw

Warnings: dom x switch x switch, f2l, threeway, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside (on, uhh both ends), grinding, little bit of degradation, implication that Mikey came in his pants while OFC was grinding on him once, my first time writing a threeway, me picking up a wip after moooonths and a very draining semester, hints at a possible polyamorous relationship?, rules of physics? is this even possible? we don’t ask these kinds of questions here sir, the female character is not described beyond having “grip-able” hair however you want to define it, for the sake of not being called inclusive enough for a reader i chose to make her an unspecified OFC

Names used: bunny, good girl, sweetheart, slut, good boy (Mikey), sir (Will)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed your prompt a little bit. I didn’t really feel comfortable writing them as brothers, so I made them all roommates. Thank you so much @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @littlefreya and @luna-aestas for helping me when i got stuck or felt it sucked. You girls are amazing ❤️ not beta'd much. Typos we're going down swingin'!

Word count: ca 4k

Title: Welcome Home

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It started as roommates. As a guy in his junior year, with friends mostly in higher semesters, Will was suddenly left with an empty apartment and a rent that was far too high to handle all by himself.

That’s when I came into play, a little freshman who happened to not have gotten a dorm room on campus. It was especially convenient since I got a job at the little café just across the street once I was accepted into college. The wage was just enough for rent and food and I was lucky my parents still supported me.

A few weeks into the semester, another boy joined our little arrangement. Mikey was trouble, which, in a way, was good because that meant he was rarely home. He was always out partying, slept during the day, and missed most of his courses. But at least that meant it was quiet when Will and I had to study or do homework.

That was two years ago. The three of us have become close friends, almost like family. The boys grew protective of their little barista, who would bring them their favorite coffee whenever I came home. They were almost like big brothers. Well… Almost.

Will has finished his bachelor’s by now and is currently building his own startup, while part time working on his master's program. So he’s still living in the apartment with the two of us.

Well actually… not right now. He had to go away for three months. Something to do with his business, I can’t really remember.

Three months alone with Mikey have been... interesting, to say the least. And fun. Lots of fun. Take that however you want.

Right now, we're lounging on the couch, watching some silly movie. I couldn't tell the name even with a gun to my head. It’s late, and Mikey's soft, but progressively more daring caress is using up all the focus I can muster. His hand snuck into my shorts and is squeezing my buttcheek. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and press my thighs together. He does it again, drawing the same reaction from me; except this time, I bury my face into his chest. I can practically feel his smirk and look up to glare at him. I don’t even meet his eyes before his lips catch mine in a sloppy kiss.

In a scramble of arms and legs, he pulls me to straddle his lap, his hands kneading my ass while mine paw at his chest and neck, tug at his hair, and grip his shoulders. It’s messy. It’s clumsy. It’s desperate. I want more. I need it. I need to be closer, need to feel him everywhere.

I start grinding my hips into his crotch, feeling him grow. His hands on my hips urge me on, but instead of speeding up, I slow down. Giggling and out of breath, I break the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, remember last time? Not gonna happen again.”

Mikey huffs and rolls his eyes. “That was one time!”

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the floor before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs.

I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits, and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

Ugh! That boy!

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

Scrambling to my feet, I’m quick to slide down my jogging shorts. I’m about to take off my shirt, when Mikey gets up and stands right in front of me… Entirely naked. Damn, he’s quick!

“Lemme do it?”

I just nod, lifting my arms to assist him, but of course, he takes his sweet time, letting the tips of his fingers glide up my skin underneath the fabric. Of course, he has to squeeze my tits when he reaches them, but he lifts the shirt over my face too quickly for me to glare at him. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though. Once the shirt is off my body and Mikey sees my face, he can’t suppress a chuckle and quickly kisses the tip of my nose to make the glare disappear. To his credit, it works. A hot flush gathers in my cheeks, and I quickly turn around, searching the room for… Damn.

“Be right back,” I tell Mikey over my shoulder, taking off my panties to toss at him, but I’ve already dashed through the door before I know if I hit him or not.

Not even a minute later, I come back to the living room, finding Mikey still where I had left him, with my panties in his hands, grinning to himself, most likely proud of himself for getting me to soak them that much.

“What do you want with that?” he asks once he notices I’m back, eyes on the towel in my hand.

“Well… I thought that Will would appreciate it if he didn’t come home to cum stains on the couch.” I shrug.

“Ohhh, yeah… Probably.”

He takes the towel from my hand and puts it down on the couch, then sits down on it. Mikey pats his thighs, signaling for me to sit, but I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh!” He grins sheepishly, realizing what I’m looking at and quickly tosses my panties to the floor. He doesn’t even manage to pat his lap again before I climb on top of him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my neck, Mikey pulls me closer until my lips meet his, and the length of his cock rubs against my pussy.

I start to grind my hips into him, throwing my head back at the friction. I feel Mikey’s breath heavy on my neck, then his soft lips on my tender skin. His hands grip me tighter as I move on his cock, pulling my hips deeper into him. By now, the hand he had on my neck has wandered to the back of my head, tugging at my hair to keep my throat exposed to his kisses. I’m sure my neck will be covered in hickeys tomorrow. There’ll be bruises on my hip, too. Fuck! The thought of carrying his marks makes me even wetter.

“Bunny, I need you,” Mikey pants against my neck. I nod, and he lets me go, so I can sit up. He grips his cock to guide himself in as I hover above his lap, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Just a second.”

Oh… yeah… Mikey and tits, how could I forget? With my chest on eye level, of course Mikey has to bury his face into it, peppering kisses all over my boobs, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess, swaying my hips in the search for friction, inches away from his cock.

“Okay, ready.” He grins, his free hand coming up to my hip to help me ease down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No matter how many times we do it, I’ll never get used to his size. The delicious stretch of being seated on him all the way has me panting.

“Good girl.”

“Mhh.”

For a moment, I just sit there, resting my head against his shoulder while feeling him pulse inside me. I smile against his skin when he begins to gently stroke my back. His hands shift down to my waist when I start to roll my hips slowly. He squeezes my hips, making me lift up and brace myself on his shoulders.

Gasping, I relish in the feeling of his cock stroking every spot inside me. I go faster. Harder. His hands shift even lower, grabbing at my butt and guiding my movements.

"Fuck," we sigh in unison, before breaking in a fit of giggles. With heaving breath, I smile at him, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his brow before cradling the back of his head in my hands, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back instantly, tongue swiping along my lower lip to request entrance. Opening my mouth for him, I let his tongue explore my mouth, sucking on it and trying to fight for dominance. We both moan into the kiss, the movement of our hips growing more sloppy, rushed.

"Hey, uh… Oh."

We jump at the familiar voice. Wide-eyed, we turn towards the door, where we find a very flustered looking Will. The thud of his bag hitting the floor makes my eyes snap to his hand that dropped it, then the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Once my eyes find his face again, I can spot the hint of a smirk playing around his lips.

"Uhm." Mikey's voice is a little shaky. I feel him twitch inside me. I look back at him, raising my eyebrows in question. He gives me a nod and grinning, I nod back.

"Will! C'mere." I turn towards him and gesture for him to come closer. He hesitates for a moment before finally taking determined steps towards Mikey and me.

Standing in front of us, Will leans down to meet my face. his hand reaches up to caress my cheek and I lean into it, missing the gentle touch when his hand wanders down. I gasp when I feel his fingers lightly squeezing my throat, my eyes fluttering shut when he gets even closer. His kiss is still rougher than expected, his tongue claiming dominance right away. I feel myself clenching around Mikey’s cock, a new wave of wetness soaking his lap. Will breaks the kiss way too soon. I try to chase his lips as he pulls back, but he keeps my head in place with his hand around my throat. Smiling while I pout at him, he turns to Mikey.

“Has she been good?”

I feel Mikey shuffle to sit up straighter. A moment passes before he can answer, stunned and with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes.” Another moment before he adds an uncertain “...sir?”

Will just nods before finally sitting down right next to Mikey. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too?”

All I can do is bite my lip and nod. As a reward he grabs my neck again and pulls me in for another deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

Feeling Mikey’s cock twitch inside me, I start grinding on him again. Hot breath against my ear and suddenly there is a pair of lips sucking on my neck. I whimper against Will’s lips when Mikey starts to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin below my ear.

Once Will allows me a moment to breathe again, I kiss my way down to his neck. It’s so much rougher than Mikey’s, the well grown out stubble leaves my lips tingling. I feel him turning his head and his Adam's apple bob against my kiss. At first I think it was to give me better access, but from above me I hear the unmistakable sound of a hesitant but needy kiss.

Are they- ? Oh fuck, why is that so hot?

Mikey must have felt me squeezing around him because a moment later his hand that was still on my body pushes me to adjust on his cock by the small of my back, nudging against that spot, making me gasp. Being so focused on the changed sensation inside of me, I haven’t even noticed how my nails have started to dig into Will’s chest, until I hear his groan. It wasn’t a pained groan, more like he was enjoying it. Maybe even a little too much. I took that for a sign to take the next step and while he and Mikey are still making out, I start to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing and nibbling at every inch of skin I uncovered, making sure to scrape my nails down his chest as I go. The lower I go, the more he tangles his fingers into my hair, pushing me further. Once I reach the waistline of his jeans, nuzzle my nose against the thick hair of his happy trail and look up at him with big eyes.

“Can I?” I ask, with my hands on his thighs, close to his crotch.

“Can you what? C’mon, be a good girl. Use your words.”

Wow, those three months really changed him.

I swallow a little nervously and nod before I try again. “Can I take your cock out? I wanna taste it.”

Waiting for an answer, I watch as Mikey sucks on the side of Will’s neck, making him throw his head back and groan.

“Please… sir?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can.”

With eager fingers I unbutton his jeans and fumble a little before I manage to pull down the zipper. Already starting to drool with anticipation, I tug at his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and finally I’m met with the sight of his hard cock springing free.

He is a bit thicker than Mikey, but they’re about the same length. Taking hold of him, I give the head a gentle little kiss before sticking out my tongue to collect the small drop of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“Mmm, good girl,” Will hums and strokes my hair. “Suck on it, c’mon.”

I nod before I take him in my mouth, just the head, suckling on it and toying with it a little with my tongue.

The moan that comes out of his mouth… I’ve never heard anything sexier. It has me squeezing around Mikey unconsciously.

“Fuuuuuck,” I hear him mutter into Will’s neck.

The wave of confidence that washes over me at the fact I’m pleasuring not one but two men makes me take Will deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and press my tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly taking more of him. As I keep bobbing my head up and down his grip on my hair becomes tighter and more and more moans fall from his mouth .

The tingling sensation that spreads through my body from that makes me try to take him even deeper, until I start gagging and my eyes begin to water. By now, my nose is pressing into his hip.

“I can’t… I can’t!” I suddenly hear Mikey wheeze. Will immediately lets go of my hair and I hurry to get off Mikey’s lap.

“What is it?”

I’m stunned at how calmly Will asks that while I’m staring at a panting Mikey, almost panicking.

“I fucking need…” he wheeses again. Both Will and I stare at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “... to get off!”

I let out a sigh of relief, watching Will chuckle and playfully nudge Mikey with his elbow. The younger man smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.

“I was serious about it, though. So-” he drags out the word “- can we like… get started?”

I nod slowly, feeling their eyes on me, and look towards Will for guidance.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks me gently, and I shrug, unsure. “Okay then, c'mere.”

While I get closer, he stands up and rearranges the towel so it covers most of the couch and drapes over the armrest, causing Mikey to jump up as well.

“Now, can you get on your hands and knees for us?” Will nearly coos, still it feels like he’s giving no room for discussion. “Isn’t she such a good girl for us?” I can hear him ask Mikey, now behind my back, and I can only imagine Mikey nodding while giving Will puppy dog eyes. “And you? You’re gonna be a good boy for us and let her suck you off.” Again, no room for discussion.

I shuffle closer to the couch's armrest, balancing my weight on my elbows on it, and give Mikey a reassuring nod. He swallows a little nervously, looking at Will, who's getting into position behind me. I lean forward to give Mike a small kiss to his hip bone, then nuzzle my face against the base of his cock. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip when I lean into him, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. I open my lips a bit and suckle on the tip of his thumb as he gently brings my face and himself into position. He pulls his finger from my mouth and I open my lips wider, giving the tip of his cock a little lick, looking up at him through my lashes to see his reaction. He groans and throws his head back. That’s when I take the head in my mouth and start playing with it with my tongue.

Behind me, Will puts a hand on my hip to hold me steady, with the other, he grabs is cock and swipes it up and down on my lips, coating himself in my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” He groans and pushes in a little. I let out a moan around Mikey’s cock, making him shiver in response. Will slowly keeps pushing in, a deep moan escaping him once he bottoms out. I can only whimper around Mikey’s cock, feeling so full already.

“Now just stay still, baby, we’ve got you,” Will says, if a little bit strained. I nod as much as I can and look up at Mikey, who’s still holding my face. He pushes himself a little bit deeper into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him as I suck. Will starts moving, thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, pushing me down on Mikey’s cock with every time his hips meet mine. Again, I moan around Mikey, whose hands start wandering to my hair and grips it to push himself further down my throat. My eyes begin to water when Will picks up the pace, making me take Mikey even deeper. The room is filled with the beautifully filthy sounds of the two men groaning in erotic harmony, skin slapping on skin and my strangled moans as I gag around Mikey’s cock.

“You’re being so good, bunny,” Mikey praises, breathing heavily. “So good for us,” Will adds. “Letting us use you like a little slut.” I can’t help but whimper at that, squeezing around Will’s cock.

“Oh? Did you like that?” Will leans down closer to my ear, whispering, “You like it when I call you slut?” I nod as much as I can with Mikey in my mouth. “You’re so filthy. Nothing more than a toy for us to use.”

He fucks me harder, making me whimper and take Mikey even deeper. Tears are beginning to stream down my face, but it all feels so good. I can’t help but clench around him, the coil in my belly starting to tighten.

So it takes me by surprise when Will suddenly slows to a stop. A little out of breath he says, “This isn’t it. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Mikey nods, pulling from my mouth and Will picks me up, carrying me over to the bedrooms. My mind is far too lazy to see whose bedroom we end up in when Will tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

“Let your head hang over the edge. Yes, just like this, good girl.”

I watch upside down as Mikey kneels down by my head, positioning himself. I open my mouth widely, obediently and he pushes his cock back into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I start sucking on him again as Will climbs up over me, kneels on the bed and grabs my thighs. He doesn’t make me wait long and thrusts back in in one smooth movement. I moan loudly around Mikey’s cock when he bottoms out, finally feeling full again. Complete, in a sense.

Before he begins to thrust, though, he pulls my hips up onto his legs, making me arch my back and take Mikey deeper down my throat. All three of us moan in sinful harmony, skin slapping and wet slurping composing a filthy melody of bliss. With the new angle, I can feel the burning coil tightening faster as the tip of Will’s cock strokes all the spots perfectly, the base of him rubbing against my clit. My moans rise in pitch, even muffled by Mikey fucking my face. His hips begin to stutter, he’s close as well. Will, of course, notices that and picks up his pace, fucking me faster.

Fuck! This feels so good!

Mikey’s groans mix with little gasps as I feel him twitch. He’s close, I can tell. I use my tongue to play with him, eliciting little whimpers from him.

“S-sir, ‘m so close… can I cum? Please?” Mikey begs between little gasps and whines.

“Go a-head,” Will tells him, his own voice strained as well. I brace myself, sucking Mikey harder. A few more thrusts into my mouth and he stills, whimpering loudly as his warm load hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, but gasp when he pulls out of my mouth. I take a few deep breaths as I watch him stand and jerk himself, another, smaller load landing on my chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Good boy,” Will praises him, doubling his efforts now, fucking me even harder. His hand comes up to my chest, grabbing and kneading my tits for a moment before swiping two fingers through Mike’s cum and bringing those fingers down to my clit, drawing slow but firm circles around the little bud. I cry out, clenching hard around him. The coil keeps growing tighter until it… Snaps. With a high pitched moan, I fall over the edge, white hot bliss carrying me as my body writhes in pleasure. Through a haze I can hear Will groan and feel a warmth spreading inside me. I open up my eyes to see him hovering above me, dipping his head down to meet my lips in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back eagerly, letting our tongues fight for dominance until we need to stop for air. Will sits up again, reaches out an arm and pulls in Mikey for a just as passionate kiss. I watch them, a satiated smile on my face. I get up on my knees, squeezing between them to kiss their necks and chests alternately. Once the part, the three of us collapse on the bed naked and panting, a tangled mess of limbs.

“You know…” Mikey breathes heavily, “we were going to throw you a welcome home partly…”

Will chuckles at that, “You still could…”

I just shake my head, giggling. “Let’s just order pizza.”

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Steddie Time Travel AU, Back to the Past part 7

Part 1 | Part 6 | Read it here on ao3

1986

Two hours after Dustin’s voice first came over the radio, there’s a knock on the front door. Robin glares at Steve before he can get up from where he’s sitting on his couch and Nancy disappears into the foyer to let Dustin in.

“What’s the emergency?” he demands as soon as he comes into the room.

He’s a kid again. 15, if Steve remembers right, and he looks like it, too. He’s still in his awkward phase, before he figured out his curls or any sense of style.

Not even a glare from Nancy could have kept Steve sitting. He stands, probably a bit too fast, and swoops Dustin into his arms the same way he had Robin. “Hi, buddy,” he says over the sound of Dustin’s protests being muffled into his shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Dustin asks wildly when Steve puts him down again. He gestures between Steve and the other teens before looking Steve up and down. “You seem fine.”

“‘Fine’ is relative,” Nancy says, crossing her arms and sitting delicately on the arm of the couch. “Physically, no. He’s not.”

“Mentally, he’s not, either, but that’s not new,” Robin quips. Steve swats at her but she dodges him with a grin. “Look, Dusty, why don’t you sit.”

Obediently, Dustin sits in the armchair to his left. “Okay, now spill.”

“Why were you calling code red earlier?” Steve asks.

Dustin’s eyes go wide. “Well, Mike and I were headed out towards the high school. We heard they found another case of peanut butter, and the Wheeler’s didn’t get one the other day, and the first food shipment isn’t expected in until-”

“Dustin.”

Dustin smiles apologetically. “Right. We found another gate.”

Nancy sighs. “I was afraid of that.”

“You were? ‘Cause it surprised the shit outta Mike ‘n me. We thought-”

“We found another one, too,” Nancy says, “but we were on the other side of Hawkins. Can you mark it on a map?”

“Uh, sure. With a big circle labeled ‘Avoid’.”

“We went into ours,” Steve says, and smiles a little as Dustin gapes in horror.

“You did what?”

“That’s not all,” Nancy continues, and she tells Dustin what she’d told Robin and Steve while they were waiting. She and Steve went into the gate, and stumbled on what looked to be another gate, but instead of tearing into their world, it seemed to just tear into another version of the Upside Down. “Steve went in, and a few minutes later, it physically ejected him. Then when he woke up, he was-” but she pauses here, and Steve knew it was because she wasn’t totally sure of what had actually happened to Steve.

“I’m not the Steve you know,” Steve says, and Dustin frowns at him. “I mean, I am. But I’m older.”

“What do you mean, older?”

“I’m 41. I’m from the year 2008. Something happened when your Steve went into that other gate, and somehow, we got swapped.”

Dustin pauses, and Steve can see the thoughts racing through that brilliant mind. It takes him a few minutes, but eventually, Dustin’s eyes go impossibly wide. “You mean like time travel?”

“Not like time travel. Actual time travel. And I remember when it happened to me, more than 20 years ago, too.”

Dustin seems unable to contain himself, throwing his arms up and flailing them around as he spins in a circle. “Holy shit. Holy shit! Do you understand the implications of this? That it’s possible, and maybe cyclical and-”

“Kid, we don’t have time for you to go crazy over this,” Steve teases. “We’ve got about a week, and we have a lot of shit to do.”

“Like what?” Dustin asks.

“Like a rescue mission.”

Dustin’s face lights up with glee. “Who are we rescuing?”

Steve faulters at this. He remembers how much Eddie’s “death” had hurt Dustin. And for the teenager staring at him, it had only happened a few days ago. He is still trying to come to terms with the loss, still grieving. Steve knows Nancy and Robin are thinking the same things as they shuffle and squirm on either side of him.

Dustin picks up on their hesitation. His smile disappears and his gaze zeroes in on Steve. “Who are we rescuing, Steve?”

“Eddie.”

Steve’s heart breaks as a dozen emotions seem to fly across Dustin’s face in just a few seconds. Disbilief, hope, pain, before he his face twists and finally goes blank. “He’s dead.”

“No.”

“No, he’s dead, Steve. He’s dead, because if he isn’t, then that means- then that means we left him, Steve, and we- we didn’t do that. We couldn’t do that. Steve, tell me we didn’t leave him behind.” Dustin’s eyes fill with tears and Steve reaches for him again. He’s still short enough that Steve can tuck him under his chin, and he does, rubbing his back soothingly as he begins to sob against Steve’s shoulder.

It takes a few minutes before Dustin has calmed enough that Steve can hold him at arms length and talk again. “I need you to listen to me,” Steve says, and Dustin, red-eyed and hiccuping, nods. “We did exactly what we needed to do. Do you hear me? He was torn up pretty badly. We thought he was dead, and we weren’t. We still had a chance to live and we had to get out of there. We did, and here we are, alive. Eddie wanted that. That’s why he did what he did. So that you could be standing here, alive. Okay? If we had stayed, we wouldn’t have made it out.”

Dustin seems to seriously consider this for a moment. Finally, he nods again. “Where you come from, your time line. He’s alive?”

Steve bites the inside of his cheek. He wants to tell Dustin everything; tell him about Eddie and Barb, tell him about his own wife and kids, about the amazing career he’s going to have, the wonderful life they are all going to get to live if everything goes the way it did the first time around. Instead, he settles for, “Yeah. I don’t want to get your hopes up too high, but where I come from, he’s very much alive.”

Dustin’s shoulders set and he tips his chin up, looking determined. “Then let’s go get him.”

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pullhisteeth · 1 year

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(Possibly Triggering) Kind of a self comforting request, but could we get a story where the reader has bulimia and Eddie kind of puts the pieces together and tries to help? Like a hurt/comfort fic?

just want to say I love u and u got this <3 been there and I know u will be okay. hopefully this helps you feel a lil better for the time being x

I wrote this from Eddie's pov because I think it fits quite well. :)

cw/tw for eating disorders, vomiting, body image issues, difficult convos. Eddie and reader fight and make up. fem!reader, petnames, angst, fluff. hurt/comfort. [3.3k]

Eddie worries about you. He thinks it's normal, and he's sure you'd agree; he can't help it and doesn't wish to stop. He worries about you walking home from work at dusk, worries about you when you're out with friends, bar-hopping in downtown Hawkins, worries about you when you don't get dinner because work ran over and you want to sleep. He also knows you're an adult who can take care of herself so he worries from afar most days, but today he can't let it go.

So far, since you arrived at his trailer four and a half hours ago, he's asked you if you're okay seventeen times. The last one was an hour ago, when you snapped at him to stop.

You've just finished a six-day work week and now you're dozing on his lap while he reads a book, fingers carding through your hair. He's soothed by the almost imperceptible sound of your breathing and the feeling of your chest expanding and deflating beside his thigh, so he's very content to stay where he is and let you get some rest. You never snap at him. He thinks you must be tired.

Eventually he feels you stir, twisting round so you're on your back, head still resting on his lap so you can look up at him. He peeks down at you over the top of his book and it makes you giggle, a broken, sleepy laugh that he can't help but smile at. You rub your eyes and reach past your head to stretch, arching your back off the bed and sighing.

"Good sleep?" he asks softly, turning down the corner of his page and closing the book. He drops it unceremoniously on the bed beside your hip.

You hum in response and he takes it as an affirmative. His hand, fingers splayed, moves to rest on your stomach under your shirt, and you wince and laugh again at the contact.

"Your hands are so fucking cold!"

"Sorry," he says through a grin, slightly disingenuous. "You are boiling. My own personal furnace."

"Mm," you hum happily. You're in a good mood, clearly better for the hour of sleep. "What're you readin'?"

You reach beside you and take the book, bringing it over your head to squint through sleep-fuzzy eyes at the cover. As his hand smooths up and down your stomach, he begins to tell you.

"Mike let me borrow it. It's a fantasy series, he said it's really good."

"Hm, it looks like a Mike book."

"What does that mean?!" he laughs, incredulous at your insinuation.

"I dunno, it just looks like those graphic novels you guys read."

He can't argue with that; the cover is a vibrant cacophony of mythical creatures, treasure and dungeons and fire.

"Well, it's good so far," he says playfully, snatching the book from you and hanging it out of reach. You squirm to take it back, arms extended up, giggling when his splayed hand inches up and digs into your side.

"C'mon," he says, throwing the book to the other side of the room and ignoring your teasing protests at his abuse of something so precious. "We gotta have some dinner."

You physically deflate when he says this, and the worry creeps back, settling uncomfortably under his skin. He watches your arched back lie flat against his bed and the smile lines disappear from beside your eyes. On your stomach his hand resumes its soothing, this time partly for you but partly for himself, too.

"What d'ya wanna eat?" he tries, dodging your body language and hoping he's misreading it.

You hum again, a sad and uncertain sound, before saying, "not that hungry."

"Oh, come on," he says, hoping his tone is playful enough that you don't notice that he's playing a part. "You've not eaten all day."

Groaning, you roll over and look away from him. Now he can only see the back of your head and the side of your face, but even then he can still make out the disgruntled look on it. His hand is on your side, where it slid as you turned over, so he continues his attempt to soothe you while he tries again.

"How 'bout some fries? Got some in the freezer, I can just shove 'em in the oven."

He listens to your breathing as you fail to answer him, and wills himself to not get frustrated. This has happened before, your tendency to avoid this conversation, and even when he's tried to ask why he gets nowhere. Over the many months you've been together, plenty of which you've spent almost living with each other, he's not failed to notice the strange ways you interact with food, and slowly but surely he's been piecing it together.

He also knows this is something you have to come to him about, so he'll wait for you. Forever, if he has to. And while he does, he just wants you to get some decent meals in.

Finally, you roll back over and look at him. Your expression is strange, almost sad but also smooth and there are no worry lines. He hopes this is because he's calmed you down.

"Okay," you say, smiling, and his heart does a skip. "Fries sound great."

He leans down, one hand back on your stomach and the other in your hair, and kisses you. It's stilly and awkward because you're at a ninety-degree angle, but he dots more up your nose and across your forehead, relishing in your light giggles.

"Up ya get," he demands, hands creeping underneath you to push you up and off his lap. As he slides out from under you and swings his legs round to stand, you let yourself flop back down onto his bed, into the warm indent he left behind. He watches you curl up in a ball on your side and dramatically shove your face into the comforter, sniffing loudly with your nose scrunched.

"You're so fucking weird," he declares as he stands over you with his hands on his hips. You look up at him, pouting, batting your eyelashes. "And beautiful, of course," he adds, grinning. He leans down again and kisses your cheek, lingering for a second to feel you smile. You reach up and hold the side of his face, thumb on the apple of his cheek.

When he stands back up, he shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and says, "you stay there, I'll give ya a shout when they're done, okay?"

"Okay," you respond, wriggling to get comfortable and shutting your eyes again. He leaves you be, closing the door softly behind himself, though not before stealing a look at you splayed on his bed dozing off.

He busies himself with dinner, putting some fries from the freezer into the oven. He tries his hand at cooking some vegetables, too, because he wants you to have some balance. As he chops carrots and broccoli and fills a pan with water for boiling, he thinks about the fact that he has never before in his life felt this dedicated to another person. He doesn't feel like what he imagines parents feel like, but he does want you to have the best of everything, all the time. It's a strangely comforting realisation.

As everything cooks, he creeps back across the trailer to his room, where he prises open the door and treads inside quietly. You're asleep again, uncurled somewhat from the ball he'd left you in. He watches you for a moment, enjoying how peaceful you are, face squished into the comforter and hair all over the place.

He steps over to the other side of the room and finds the book he'd thrown earlier. Picking it up, he leaves the room and retakes his spot on the counter by the stove.

He only gets one more chapter in before the timer dings. He drains the vegetables and plates them with the chips on two plates, giving you a few more for good measure, and then he returns to his room to gently shake you awake.

When you stir and attempt to grumpily protest, he says, "food's ready, c'mon."

You stretch again, like a cat basking in the sun, and get off the bed slowly, rubbing your eyes. You follow him to the kitchen and he watches you as your hunger seems to take over. Sitting down at the table, you say, "thanks, Eds," and start eating, seemingly without thinking – vegetables first, as always. He eats too, though always with his eye on you.

When you get halfway through the chips, he sees your expression change. It shifts from a peaceful one to one that is unmistakably uncomfortable, though you carry on, stealing worried glances at him every now and then.

"Okay?" he asks fondly, hand laid on the table for you, an offering. You don't take it, though.

You hum and put your fork down. Wordlessly, he takes both plates and sets them on the side, while you get up and take a seat on the couch. He can tell there's something bothering you but chooses to let you come to him, so he just joins you, switching the TV on as he passes it on his way. He wraps you in one arm and you settle, still silent, into his side, watching whatever mindless show is playing.

A few minutes pass of this quiet, and though he doesn't mind, he, of course, worries.

You wriggle out from beside him and stand, saying "be back in a sec."

He watches you head to the bathroom and shut the door. Willing himself to leave you alone, he tries to focus on the television. But you don't come back, and after a few minutes he decides he'll busy himself with the dishes.

And then he finishes the dishes, and you're still in the bathroom, so he reads some more, perched back on the kitchen counter.

But after another chapter, you're still in there.

So he gives in.

Knocking softly, he murmurs, "you okay in there?"

He hears some shuffling, and the sound of the toilet lid closing and the flush. And then you say, loudly, "yes, Eddie, I'm fine thanks," with a sharpness that makes him wince. That same sharpness as earlier, when he'd asked you if you were okay for the seventeenth time.

Except this time, he's not taking a lie for an answer.

"Honey, I know something's wrong. Talk to me."

You're silent on the other side. He knows this silence; this is you thinking.

He waits on the other side of the door for you. It takes you a couple of minutes but he breathes a sigh when he hears the lock click. You peek out from behind the door and he feels his stomach drop when he sees your eyes.

You're all blotchy, skin wet and raw, and it's very clear you've been crying.

"What's going on?" he says quietly. "Please talk to me."

You sigh, close your eyes, and open the door slowly. He makes room for you to come out and, turning the light off on your way, you stand in front of him and look down at your hands.

"I can't," you say, voice pained.

"Why though? It's only me," he responds, voice equally as sad.

"Eddie, I just can't, I don't know, I-"

"I'm not taking that. It's what I'm here for, I want to look after you."

"I don't need you to look after me," you say coldly.

"Oh, don't give me that."

"I don't, though."

"Yes you do," he insists.

"No, I don't."

"You clearly do."

"Stop being mean."

"It's okay," he urges you.

"No, it's not."

"It's okay," he repeats.

"Eddie, stop it."

"It's okay to need looking after, you know."

"No, it's not! I'm an adult, I should be able to eat a fucking meal and not throw it back up afterwards," you snap.

Eddie doesn't say anything. He can't, too stunned by your confession.

Scrunching your face when you realise what you've admitted, you push past him with your shoulder and a groan.

"Stop," he says, holding his arm out for you but you're too quick for him, striding through the living room to his bedroom. Hot on your heels he follows you and wedges himself between the door and the frame as you try to shut it.

You're crying now, and he's nearly there himself because this is his fault.

"Please just let me help," he pleads, letting himself in and standing on the side of the bed closest to the door. You're around the other side, facing him, hiding your face in your hands. "I want to know what I can do."

"There's nothing you can do," you say through wet hiccups.

"I can listen," he tells you. And he means it – it's all he wants to do.

You heave a deep breath and lower your hands. He nearly falls to his knees when he really sees you, your tired eyes and wet face, but he holds his resolve and stands patiently.

You sit, giving up, back to him. He sits too, with his back to you, knowing that if you wanted to you could ask him to turn around, or sit next to him. Perhaps not having to look at him will make it a bit easier for you.

"I can't do this," you sigh behind him. He feels his heart break at the break in your voice, but focuses on listening to you.

"It's just me, baby," he says. "I'll wait here 'til you can."

The bed bounces beside him as you flop down on your back, the same way you did earlier – only this time you're exasperated, groaning. There's no giddiness, no giggles. He hates it.

"It's been happening for years," you tell him.

"What has?"

You're quiet for a minute, before you say, "me being sick after I eat."

"You make yourself sick, right?"

He's been looking straight ahead, but now he twists to look down at you. Around your head your hair's splayed everywhere and even when your eyes are all red round the edges and swollen, he thinks you look like an angel.

Toying with your hair, his fingers dance their way to your scalp, where they rest on your forehead. Between your brows he smooths the skin that's scrunched in concentration and feels you relax ever so slightly under his touch.

"Yeah," you sigh. "I wish I could stop."

"How long's it been goin' on?"

"A few years. On an' off since I was, like, fourteen."

"That's so long," he says. And then he tries, "Ever had help for it?"

"Once," you answer, "in high school. Worked for a bit but it started again when I left."

"I love you," he reminds you.

"Love you too," you say back, letting your eyes close and keening into his hand where it now rests on the side of your face. "Sorry I never told you."

"It's okay," he assures you.

"I shoulda said something, instead of sneakin' off after meals."

"It's okay, really. Just glad I know now."

After a beat, you say, "I've never told anyone before. Except the therapist, obviously."

"I'm honoured," he says with a low laugh, though he means it. "You're the most important thing to me, ever. I'll do whatever ya need."

You reach up and hold his wrist, and use it to pull yourself up to spin round and sit next to him. Resting your cheek in his shoulder, you hum, and he brings his arm around you, smoothing it up and down your arm.

"Wanna eat anythin' else?"

"Hm, no. Can we go out for breakfast, though?"

"Sure can, sugar. Benny's?"

"Yes please," you say, grinning. Bringing your legs up, you swing one over Eddie's thighs so you're straddling him, and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Thank you," you murmur into his neck. The vibration tickles and he squirms underneath you. Bringing his arms around your middle, he squeezes back.

"Nothin' to thank me for, baby."

You pull back and hold his face in your hands, surveying his face with a funny expression.

"What?"

"How'd I land such a handsome-" You kiss his face to punctuate each word. "-Smart, kind, brilliant boyfriend?"

"Dunno," he responds, kissing back. "Same as I dunno how I landed a gorgeous, brave, perfect girlfriend."

You kiss the skin under his ear and again on his jaw.

"Wanna go to bed?" he whispers as you look at him. Your faces are an inch apart, so you rest your forehead on his and close your eyes.

"Yeah," you breathe, the air warm on his face, and he can't help but chase it and lean in to kiss you. He does so softly, feather-light, and when you break away you say, "don't, I probably taste gross."

"Don't care," he replies, kissing you again, warm and like home.

"Seriously, Eds," you giggle against his mouth, pushing firm palms on his chest. "I gotta brush my teeth."

"Nuh-uh," he says loudly, gripping you hard around your waist with his arms. "Hold on," he warns. With all his might he lifts you, with his hands slid under your thighs, as he stands. When he does he wobbles a bit, making both of you laugh into each other's mouths, and as he regains his balance he walks you across the room. You kiss sloppy, happy marks down his neck and across his shoulder through his tattered old t-shirt, while he makes his way to the bathroom where he sits you on the lid of the toilet.

Once he's rinsed it and added toothpaste, he hands you your toothbrush and does the same to his own. You stand there in relative silence, brushing until you're satisfied. When you spit in the bowl he jabs your side and you make eye contact in the mirror, where he makes to spit into your hair. You wriggle away, squealing, hands covering the crown of your head, and he laughs as he stands back up, rinsing both brushes again and replacing them in the cup. After a routine splash of water to your face, which you swat away as always, he takes your hand and follows you back to the bedroom.

"Love you," he tells you as you lie in bed, slotted into one another.

There are a thousand other things he wishes he could tell you, too, like how he's pretty sure he'd be dead in a ditch somewhere if it weren't for you, because he can't seem to keep his own head screwed on right most days; like the fact that even though you hate him telling you this, he loves nothing more than when he comes home from a gig to find you asleep, mouth hanging open, drooling all over his pillows; and like the fact that he's certain now that this is all that he wants, forever, and that he knows he's gonna marry you.

Maybe he will tell you that one. One day.

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youphoriaot7 · 8 months

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The familiar warning ripple of the warpstone sounds through the silent bedroom and Richas darts back under the covers, pulling them back over his head as quickly as physically possible. He knows it's only about five seconds until whoever warped inside can move around—he's timed it before; don't ask why—so he uses all of it to his advantage, making sure every piece of him is curled up under the blanket. He can feel his shallow breaths against his arm as he waits, blinking into the darkness.

He can hear two voices slowly coming towards him—familiar voices, of course. Forever keeps his voice low, though his deeper timber echoes whether he wants it to or not. Pac is much quieter, nearly a whisper, almost impossible to hear at all.

Moments later, there's a gentle hand on his leg, giving him a careful shake. Richas has to force himself not to react, to stay unmoving, despite his pais' calls.

They can't see him like this. Bruises line his arms, dark spots on his skin still visible even in the pitch black under the covers. His shirt is torn, the hem unraveling—he can feel the loose thread tickling his stomach. Not to mention the dirt caked on his shoes and in his hair; the dirt he knows he's getting all over his bed right now.

Where did it come from? It's not the first time he's woken up with injuries, it's not the first time he's had to handle things before anyone could see him. But something about it felt...different. Worrying. Ominous.

Pac's presence is a surprise. Richas fully expected him to still be holed up inside Chume, staring at the remnants of Mike left in every room. Forever's isn't, though, and a large portion of the reason he wants to stay hidden under the covers. The man would never let him go outside without armor again. (Despite the fact that Richas still didn't know what had happened. He had a suspicion, but no proof. Plus, his whole body was aching, and that wasn't normal.)

Eventually, the concerned whispers subside, and the familiar warp of the stone blares out once again. Richas takes a deep breath, trying to hold it together, trying not to burst into tears. It's not that successful.

#qsmp #qsmp fic #qsmp drabble #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp theory #ev;hatch #this was from the day before the eggs disappeared #i just...forgot to post it #so um. yeah #qsmp pac #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp forever

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castleclerics · 1 year

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mike going blind in s5 theory

i've had this this very weird gut feeling since s4 came out that mike is going to go blind to some extent in s5......

mike and blindness is mentioned a couple of times (but not too many for ga to notice) and idk why but i can really see mike becoming physically disabled in some way by the end of the show. maybe that's because i'm projecting but idk i can't let go of the idea for some reason it just feels right to me???

not only does lucas tell him that he's blind but he needs to "wake up" and if you take it in a literal sense it sounds so vecna’s curse-y

it's interesting that he's also literally blinding himself in s4 but in s3 lucas blinds him

(gif credit to emblazons)

literally why is it always lucas. even the “did mike see it? then it doesn’t count.”

and in s2 after will gets possessed lucas asks the party “do you think it’s true sight?” and later in the same episode mike brings up will having true sight in the av room.

also in s1 lucas has his wristrocket and says “the demogorgon’s not real. but if there’s something out there i’ll shoot it in the eye and blind it.”

maybe it’s lucas’ bridge to max and mike, them both having dealt with blindness to some extent ? and mike is super paralleled to max and max couldn't see anything after getting vecnaed. and he's obviously screwed next season with henry so i could see them healing max and making you relieved she's ok then throw you for a loop and pass the concept of her being blind onto mike.

eddie also says vecna is "missing" his left arm and eye but our vecna isn't missing an eye, it's just blindness. and it’s also the wrong eye.

and it just reminds me of “oh no lucas my arm lucas look my armmmm” and mike is grabbing the opposite arm that vecna is missing/is his claw hand... mike wheeler blind in left eye s5 real i'm calling it

(and i know these mentions of blindness are probably all a metaphor for mike's deal with his sexuality and being blinded by internalized homophobia but they usually never stop with just one meaning, these writers love their double and triple meanings/foreshadowings and making them literal lmao)

this part is just me rambling but thinking about how this could relate the queer aspect of mike wheeler; will being gay but also having his supernatural problems add so many layers to his character. so mike being queer and blind possibly because of the supernatural forces would be so interesting and add a similar level of depth to his character like will being tied to other planes of existence and henry do. and since the supernatural things in this show are literally a metaphor for forced conformity, mike and will's issues outside of their sexualities are both caused by this metaphor for forced conforming that they will accept and understand how to live with once they accept their queerness.

the forced conforming is seen in every character on this show and by the end of s5 i believe they'll be released from those societal expectations, and for mike that means sexuality-wise like will. his possible blindness could be the visual and physical representation of the damage of that conforming.

also just one last fun thing: there's a really small band called mike wheeler band that have these songs (the first one reminding me of "only love makes you that crazy") but look at the other one :O

#i have brain fog thsi took so long im sorry if theres typos or things i missed that sou d weird enjoy #mike wheeler #mike wheeler theory #mike wheeler analysis #madwheeler #stranger things theory #stranger things #vecna/henry/001 #vecna #st season 5 #stranger things s5 #jay theories #byler #mike wheeler i know what you are #blind mike wheeler

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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MISS GIRL YOU HAVE BECOME MY FAV ACCOUNT OMG!!!

Unfortunately I have fallen under Michael Bunting’s spell so can I request something angsty “you win, I’m done” with him ?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Hope you have a great day/evening <3

OMG I'M LITERALLY IN LOVEEEE WITH BUNTS!!!

Angst: 26. "You win, I'm done with this" w/ Michael Bunting

Two Years

Michael and I met when I first moved to Toronto a little over two years ago. It was almost like love at first sight because we Started dating around a month or two later. One thing about Michael, as he gets heated very easily on the ice, luckily, I have never experienced this. Michael firsthand.

Today was our two year anniversary and I already know that Michael forgot. I don’t know how he could’ve forgotten since last week. He told me that he was going to take me to the nicest places in Toronto for dinner after his game.

All day he said nothing to me about our anniversary, and I was going to hold off on saying it first. As he made his way to the door, I followed him, and he turned to press a kiss on my lips.

“Okay, bye babe. Love ya“ he says, as he gets to shut the door.

“bye Mikey, and oh yeah, happy anniversary to you too” I tell him that he stops from closing the door and re-opened it

“oh my God” he says, seeing I wasn’t amused, “fuck”

“it’s fine. See you after the game“ I say to him. He pulls out his phone to check the time.

“fuck, I’m already late” he says under his breath, “I’ll make it up to you I promise”

Even leave, shutting the door behind him, and I make my way up to our room. I open the closet and grab my leather pants and a white leafs jersey with his last name and number on the back.

After I’m ready to go to the kitchen and heat up something quick before receiving a text from Steph saying she was here. I take a couple of bites before realizing I wasn’t very hungry, then throwing it out and making my way out to her car.

“hellooooo” she says, excited to see me

“Hey” I say back trying to sound as excited

“wait, what’s wrong? you look sad”

She pulls out of our driveway and begins driving into the city.

“no reason to be sad, it’s Mike and I’s two year” I say, then look at the window as I hear Steph gasp

“he did not forget”

“he did”

“oh, my god no way. What an ass”

“oh, but he said he’ll make it up to me” I say, looking back at her as we drive through the busy streets of Toronto, “I really don’t wanna go to the game tonight”

“I don’t blame you” she says she turns into the parking garage.

We made our way into our seats with the rest of the wags. Steph was telling everybody that Michael forgot about her anniversary just out of the conversation we were having.

As the game went on, I noticed Michael was not having it. The team was losing and they were currently playing the Oilers who are typically a pretty tough team. I usually hold my breath whenever he plays the more rough teams because I know one day he’s gonna do something so stupid and possibly get himself hurt.

“I seriously cannot watch this“ I say to Gio’s wife and she giggles a little

“oh, I thought you’d be used to it by now“ she laughs

“how could I get used to that?“ I say, in a silly tone as a couple of the other wags laugh along.

Then his neck shift came. And I knew something bad was gonna happen when Kane was trying to get physical with Auston in front of the net. I watched my boyfriend skate around all the other players in front of him to jump on the player, taking them both to the ground.

“oh, boy“ I say, as I stand to try and get a better look across the ice.

I watch my boyfriend, get up from the ice after the refs pull him and Kane away from each other. I shake my head as I sit back down in my seat as he was put in the box.

When the next period came along, the game became more physical for all players. He really stood out as being the angriest player on the ice as I watch him, have a meltdown mouthing off of the other players.

The game ends, and some of the wags already go down. I said with Steph and Johnny’s wife and kids before we made our way down to ice level.

When we go down there, Michael and Mitch were already out chatting with some of the other players and their wives as he waited for me. When they noticed us, Mitch went right up to Steph giving her a hug and I walked over to Michael.

He wrapped his arms around me, but only quickly giving me a hug before pulling away. “oh, so now you can’t even act like I’m a good boyfriend?” he says quietly to me as he pulled away.

“what?” I ask and he ignores as he looks back up with the group.

“all right guys. We gotta head out now“ he says turning around and I follow him as we walk towards his car. He doesn’t say a word to me the whole way there. I’m thinking it must be because of the game and he’s taking it out on me which isn’t like him.

“Jesus y/n. I forgot our anniversary I know I’m sorry. but why the fuck are you going around telling everybody?” he says looking at me as soon as we shut our doors to his car, ” I told you I’d make up for it”

“I told Steph. And then she brought it up in a conversation we were having with the rest of the wives. So go fight with Steph about it” I say, rolling my eyes at him

“No! I wanna fight with you about it!” He yells at me

I laughed dryly before looking back at him, “just drive“ I say to Michael and he angrily throws the car into drive, stepping on the gas and speeding home.

We make it home, and I walk into the house, slamming the door behind me. I hear Michael re-open the door and enter.

“what the fuck?!” he yells out, and I turn around and open my mouth to say something back, but he beats me to it, “I forget a fucking anniversary, and you start acting like a psycho?! Seriously what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he yells at me and I feel the tears begin to form in my eyes. I lift my hand up to brush underneath.

“oh, for fucks sake’s you’re not actually gonna cry?!” he continues yelling

“yeah, I am” I yell back

“holy fuck, grow the fuck up and stop acting like a two-year-old! Are you still mad that I forgot about a stupid anniversary?! Huh?” he yells even louder than before making me shake a little before the tears really start streaming down my face, “stop fucking crying! I don’t know what game you’re fucking playing but I don’t wanna play“

“you win, I’m done with this” I say, quietly before, turning and locking myself in our bedroom. I walk over to the closet and grab a bag to put a few things in to last me until he goes on the road again. I hear him banging on the door, followed by a couple curse words.

As I get closer to the door I can make out what he saying better.

“what do you mean you’re fucking done with this?“ I hear him on the other side of the door. Fear takes over my body as I reach for the door handle and decide not to turn it. I take a couple steps back and just look at the door.

“open. The door.” I hear him say again as the door knob twists, “I just wanna fucking talk. We’re not over Because I forgot about our anniversary.“

With that, I open the door quickly, and he looks at me and he opens his mouth probably to yell at me, but I beat him to it this time, “no, we’re over because you’re acting fucking crazy”

“how the fuck am I acting crazy you’re the one breaking up with me because I forgot an anniversary“

“do you even realize anything you’re saying?” I say, finally brushing past him as I make my way to the door.

“Wait, you’re actually leaving?” he says, as he finally sees the bag under my arm

“yes Michael, goodbye”

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Night Out

Chapter: Final Night Out

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Robin

Summary: You and Steve have been dancing around each other for sometime now, neither of you wanting to make the first move. All your friends decide it is finally time for you both to confess your feelings.

A/N: I am so sad to wrap up this series as it was just so much fun to write and explore the characters. Thank you to all the cuties who have supported this series and my writing. I LOVE YOU ALL !!! All mistakes are mine! My replies are still being weird so sorry if I am not responding to comments

This is the final part to the series. Hope you all loved it as much as I loved writing it.

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The adrenaline is wearing off, the buzzing that once coated Steve’s skin is replaced by a deep, empty pit that sets him on edge. A small part of the sinking feeling from the jarring driving from Robin and the other huge part of it being from the anxiety of telling you how he feels.

The remembrance of the past several minutes dies as flashes of Robin snatching Steve’s keys and forcefully volunteering on driving this little freak show to the party. The party where you supposedly were. The party where he can finally confesses his true feelings.

Nervously picking at his dry lips as he silently thanks the person who created seat belts. The packed car races down the street before whipping quickly into the driveway without a second of slowing down. With the sound of the gear shift locking itself into park and the car doors opening and closing, Steve can’t move. The air escaping his lungs, the buzzing in his head as he just stares out the front window. His eyes tracing the house as the music beats through the walls and the lights strobe out the windows.

The doubt starts to seep in and his mind lands on regret again. What if he is wrong? What if he goes into that party and you end up not liking him? Or worse? Steve’s mind races to all the possibilities of what you could possibly be doing in that house. Instantly shutting his eyes as it fears it may be too late.

Tapping on the passenger windows pulls Steve back to this hell of a reality, desperately wishing he can escape within his mind forever, “Dude, are you coming or what?” Dustin’s voice muffles through the window.

Steve nods his head, a quick exchange of reassuring smiles between the two boys before Steve hesitantly climbs out of the car. Stepping out of his safety net, his only means of escape, but unfortunately Robin stills has the keys and no way in hell would she let him leave without getting his confession off of his chest. Slightly annoyed at having such a good friend.

Robin leads the bunch into the party. Mike and Lucas are in awe as this is their first high school party, lightly elbowing each other back and forth at their excitement. Steve follows closely behind Dustin who every so often sneaks a glance at the older boy. Feeling sorry that this night isn’t going as easy as they all thought it would in Mike’s basement.

Steve takes a final breath before entering through the door, the music beating through his body, enough to increase his heart rate, unsure if it is actually racing from the music or his growing anxiety with each step through the crowded house.

Steve has been to many parties during his high school career, has hosted many parties, yet he feels so out of place. Combing his fingers through his hand as he looks around the rooms, barely recognizing anyone. Barely able to recognize himself when he passes a mirror.

Who is the person he’s become? He used to be so suave around other girls, but you, you were different. Constantly going over the conversations in his head that he shared with you. Nervously fixing his hair in anything that reflects to make it look nice for you. You affected Steve on a physical, mental, and emotional level.

He just couldn’t help but feel this overwhelming warmth towards you. Steve may not admit it now but the feeling of love is definitely coming to mind as he pushes his way through the kitchen. Robin and Steve subconsciously looking for you in the sea of teenagers. While the younger boys can’t help but not be able to take their eyes off of the unfolding scene of girls dancing and drinking.

Steve herds the gang into the living room, almost pushing them so they all fall onto the couch.

Taking a breath before he anxiously speaks, “Ok, stay here and don’t touch, drink or smell anything.” Both hands in front of the boys and then his pointer towards Robin, “Just watch them while I go find Y/N.”

And before Robin can interjet with some snarky comment about not wanting to babysit, Steve is already gone. His shaggy hair disappearing within the crowd.

The party is a madhouse, barely any room for Steve to move around. Wondering how the hell he is going to find you if he can barely see a couple feet in front of him. Checking all the common areas before he reaches the long hallway full of doors that obviously lead to bedrooms.

Steve’s heart drops as he hesitates, not wanting to see if you are in any of the bedrooms. Not completely knowing what he would do if he found you hooking up with someone. But he has to know, so very slowly Steve starts to move down the hallway.

Hand shakily coming up to the first door on his left, taking a deep breath as he tries the knobs, thankfully or not, the door is locked. The tiniest amount of air escapes his expanding lungs as a wash of relief fills his body.

Moving onto the next door a couple of feet on the other side of the hallway. He can see a sliver of light coming from the bottom. Taking another breath as he reaches for the handle, but before he can turn, his attention is brought upon a door opening at the end of the hallway.

And there you are.

Steve barely noticed the way you were fixing yourself until a heavy arm is placed over your shoulder. Jason Carver, smiling wide as he practically asserts dominance over Steve. No words spoken, just the small action of letting Steve know what just happened behind that closed door.

And fuck, did it crush Steve.

Standing there, just staring at the two of you, his mind running wild of the images. Trying his best to hold himself together, hold his head up high until he finally locks eyes with you. A sharp breath and then excusing himself quickly. Regretting this night almost instantly.

Shrugging Jason’s arm off of your shoulder as you make a remark of him being an asshole. Picking up your pace as you chase after Steve. Desperately needing to explain the situation. Continuing to call out his name over the pounding music, jumping above the crowd to get a better look. Pushing, shoving, bumping into anyone who got in your way.

You aren’t going to let Steve go. Not until he understands, not until he hears you out.

But Steve ignores you as you call his name. Ignores the pain that coats your voice over the loud music because he can’t seem to ignore the crushing feeling in his chest. Knowing that this idea of coming to find you, of professing his love for you was so beyond stupid that he almost can’t handle being around himself.

Finally breaking away from the party as you stop for a moment on the porch, your chest heaving rapidly as you see Steve walking across the yard, rubbing his hands up his face and through his hair.

“Please,” Jumping from the stairs to catch up to him, “Please stop.” You reach out to grab his arm but he immediately pulls away from your touch. Your electrifying touch.

“Why Y/N?” He stops, turning around to face you. “Why would I stop? So you can tell me that you just hooked up with Jason Carver?” His words scream anger but his eyes are soft, “You think I really want to hear that?”

Steve’s voice is strained as the tears begin to build, “I like you, Y/N. I really like you. An-and I don’t care if you don’t like me back. I just thought you have to know how I feel about you, because I can’t keep living this way.” And Steve rambles on, like his mind and mouth are no longer connected. And you just stare at him.

Can’t move, can’t talk, as hearing the words fall from his mouth flutter your heart. Obviously you knew Steve liked you but hearing him actually say the words, right in front of you. It feels like a dream.

“I didn’t hook up with Jason. I couldn’t. I couldn’t go through with it.” You explain quickly. “I couldn’t go through with it because I like you too.”

The three words making the air around the two of you heat up.

Steve’s voice is low, steady, “You like me?”

“I just need you to know that before you hate me forever.” Several tears slip down your cheeks, fingers playing with the hem as your shirt.

“I don’t hate you.” He takes a step closer towards you, his cologne filling your nose, “I mean I came to this stupid party because I like you so much.” Steve takes another step, closing the gap between you two even more, “I could never hate you.”

The sound of your heart pumping clogs your ears as your breaths become uneven. The brown haired man is standing just a little too close for you to properly think straight. The effect that Steve Harrington has on you is overwhelming.

“Oh my god just kiss her already.” Robin shouts.

Collectively pulling you and Steve from this little staring contest. A giggle escaping your lips as you lick your lips, eyes shifting from Steve’s eyes to his mouth. His fingers reach out towards you, lightly gripping the hem of your shirt to pull you closer to you. Steve looks into your eyes as his hands cup your face, sinking into his kiss as your lips meet.

“Finally.” Dustin shouts.

Quickly prompting Steve to flip off the younger boy as he continues to kiss you.

~~~

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Another Byler-Jancy parallel

Hmmm…

I’m partway into Dig Dug (S2, E5) and I noticed another Byler-Jancy parallel mere minutes apart.

A few minutes in we get the legendary *Mike takes Will’s hand* “We won’t let him” moment. Then the camera spends a few minutes on Hop exploring the tunnels (which, btw, was reaching levels of ‘You are made of stupid’ that shouldn’t be possible. The second Hop saw that shit he should’ve gotten on the phone with Dr Owens and told him to send a team over. Hop’s unbelievably lucky to have a step-son to-be who could give Bob, his wife to-be and his son-in-law to-be what they needed to find & save him. But that’s enough ranting from me for today).

So, um, where was I?

Right, the parallel. So, literally a few minutes after the Byler hand scene, we’re shown Jonathan and Nancy comparing hand scars from S1. Nancy, the Wheeler, the one supposedly in love with someone else, initiates the physical contact – just as it’s Mike Wheeler who takes Will’s hand.

And this is more of a sidenote, but whatever – I think it’s kinda sus how, when he’s with Nancy, Jonathan always sleeps in a sleeping bag or on the pullout or, in the motel, in a separate bed. And when Mike’s with Will, he sleeps on the floor beside his bed (in a sleeping bad) and in hospital chairs when Will’s in hospital. Contrast this with El, who always slept completely separately to Mike in his basement den while he went upstairs to sleep in his bed in his bedroom.

Now I know this is honestly a stretch because Mike sleeps on the floor at Will’s because he’s at, well, Will’s and back at home he sleeps in his bed because he’s home. But I still think it’s interesting how the writers chose to set the story up that way and create this parallel between Mike and Jonathan where they’re the ones staying with their love interest to provide support, as opposed to how Mike consistently slept as far away from El as possible.

And let’s not forget – in S1 Jonathan was gonna spend the night in a sleeping bag by Nancy’s bed before he ended up outright on her bed. And she was cool with it because her door has a lock. It’s shown Mike’s door has a lock too, so there’d be no risk of Karen barging in on El had she slept in his room. So why’d Mike deliberately have El and himself sleep basically as far away from one another as possible in S1 when he didn’t have to? Could it possibly be that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want to spend the night in the same room?

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bunting27 · 1 year

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hey hey heyyyy would it be possible to get a good dose of angst with michael bunting using the prompts “who did this to you?” and “it’s just a scratch, don’t worry” 🪐? i’m thinking something where they’ve been pining over each other for years but never acted on it until now 👀 (but pls make it a happy ending i can’t cope when it isn’t lmaoo)

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“come on, mikey, i’m fine” she had fallen and scraped her knee, and had been ignoring it completely, until today rolled around, and michael had seen it.

when he did, he immediately dragged her to his bathroom and got out his mini first aid kit, that was usually for whenever he got a paper cut or nicked himself on something. “just let me clean it up, yeah?” she rolled her eyes but agreed nonetheless, knowing he wouldn’t drop it no matter how hard she persisted that she was fine

“who did this to you?” he looked up at her from the stool he had set on the ground, since she was on the edge of his counter for the purpose of cleaning her gash.

“nobody did anything to me on purpose, mike, it was an accident” he hummed, getting a cotton pad wet with saline solution and dabbing her leg gently. she grimaced, the pressure against a day old injury not exactly ideal, but she stuck it through

“well, what happened?” his eyes held a look she knew well enough, one that he had on the ice when he was pissed off enough to maul someone, and the look he had all throughout their teen years when she’d get hit on.

“it’s just a scratch, don’t worry” she ruffled his hair and allowed him to put on polysporin and a bandaid, then hopped off the counter as soon as he would let her.

“how am i meant to not worry when you’ve got a gash on your knee like you’re just a kid again and you got pushed off your bike?” she smiled at him, shaking her head to herself at the situation.

“are you really worried? or did you just wanna take care of me?” he paused, the open wrappers and wet cloth in his hands promptly dropping back onto their previous spot on the counter.

“that’s not fair,” her hand came up to his face, and he couldn’t find the words to explain himself, but he didn’t need to.

“just like when we were kids, i missed you taking care of me” he clenched his jaw slightly, trying to mask his physical reaction to her words so he could have the time to gauge his mental reaction.

“you grew up. we grew up,” he corrected himself quickly, going back to cleaning up his small mess and then making his way out of the bathroom and back into his living room.

“we grew up, michael. not apart. never said i wanted you to stop taking care of me, and i know you didn’t do it for your sake,” she followed him back to their paused movie, grabbing his wrist so he’d look at her

“so why?” he sucked his teeth, pulling his wrist from her hold but keeping his eyes on her.

��i shouldn't have stopped. you take care of the people you love. but i was worried if i took it too far you’d see that, n’ you wouldn’t love me the same” she smiled sadly, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“i love you the same. always have,”

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The Vanishing of Mike Wheeler: a role reversal needs to happen for the series to come full circle

An interesting idea struck me recently:

What if the title to episode 5x01 turns out to be “The Vanishing of Mike Wheeler” as a direct callback to “The Vanishing of Will Byers”, the pilot and starting point for everyone’s journeys in relation to their efforts to bring him back, but more specifically as the kickstarter to Mike’s main character and hero arc towards finding him in that season, because Will and Mike need to literally switch roles to complete their character arcs?

For various reasons I think that Mike Wheeler needs to become a “victim” (either as target or bait) and vanish in order to force Will’s own hero arc as the main POV into motion, simply because both of their individual arcs have been deeply intertwined from the very beginning. They mirror each other’s motivations continually as a function both of their bond as a running plot driving force and their coming of age arcs; Mike and Will are among each other’s main motivators and it’s been portrayed as such at multiple points throughout the show: in S1-2, Mike’s personal driving force was getting to Will whether physically or mentally; in S5, Will’s personal driving force would be getting Mike back from the Upside Down.

Since it’s been personally established by the Duffers that the series is a five-act story, with S3 as its middle point, and S1 and S5 have been confirmed as being direct parallels to each other (like S2 and S4 are to one another), in order for the narrative to truly come full circle I think Mike’s vanishing, if it does happen, will need to happen early on in the season, maybe in the very first episode—just like Will’s. This is the most logical path to exploring multiple plot points that were hinted at and foreshadowed along the course of S4 but which were left purposefully hanging, and I’ll explain why.

warning: long post ahead!

Mike, Will and their conversation on the upside down couch as foreshadowing

All the possible lighting symbolism and significance surrounding Mike and Will’s last private conversation of S4 taking place while they’re sitting together on a couch that’s turned upside down has already been discussed and analyzed a lot in S5 theories, so I’m going to try to cut to the chase here. I do think it’s inevitable that Will and Mike are going to finds themselves together (or even alone together) in the Upside Down in S5 because to come full circle to S1: 1) Will needs to get back down there one way or another, 2) in doing so, Will is going to need to become a savior and 3) all the seeming foreshadowing that Mike (or the Wheeler family in general) is going to be targeted next because he’s the most strategic bait to weaken the Party and get to Will and El, possibly Vecna’s main interests within the party.

However, as much as it’s inevitable that Will and Mike meet at the UD eventually, I don’t think they’re going to be together the whole time—they’re likely going to get separated again so that Will can have room to grow into his hero arc.

Mike’s plans have time and time again prevented Vecna’s (or the UD’s or whoever’s is in charge over there) from being successful (which is now pretty much general consensus that’s why Vecna waited until the night before Mike was off to California to enact his grand apocalyptic plans), so the UD needs him out of the picture again. On the other hand, Will needs to become a savior and the hero, as is foreshadowed by the intentionally ethereal and angelic lighting placed specifically over his head during their conversation on the couch, while Mike is also intentionally kept in the shadows and then shown reaching out to Will in the light. This is foreshadowing that Mike is ultimately going to need to be saved by Will in some way.

Mike’s coming of age in S1 was geared into motion by getting himself out there with the end goal of saving Will, so it’s very much a possibility that Will’s coming of age in S5 is getting himself out there with his end goal being to save Mike—and Max and the world in general. But heroes need personal motivations to deeply compel them into action and get their coming of age started, so losing Mike again due to him vanishing into the UD should act as Will’s personal motivator, as the teased main character of next season, because both of their personal arcs and growth are so deeply connected to one another’s roles in their lives.

What I really think, and my visions/theory are explained further over the next topics, is that Mike is going to be entranced and kidnapped by UD forces at some point in S5, probably somewhere around the first two episodes. In S4’s final scene, Mike and Will are placed at the center of the scene under a dark cloud being shattered by red thunder, which then cuts to Siouxsie and the Banshee’s Spellbound playing over the credits, and those lyrics are so very suspicious. I think that Hawkins either already is under some kind of a collective trance or Mike, at the center of the shot with Will, is going to get entranced and taken, since it’s been talked about officially that 5x01 starts right where 4x09 left off.

I mean, just look at this. It’s mise en scène, all deliberate CGI work and directing choices: Will and Mike are deliberately placed at the center of it all and the big red gate’s opening leads directly to Mike, touches him in a way that it doesn’t with any other character in the frame except Will, who’s right next to him.

The UD is definitely coming for Mike Wheeler because he’s a threat to Vecna’s plans since the start and is simply the best possible bait to get to Will Byers.

Karen’s “forget about college” speech to Mike in their reunion as foreshadowing

No throw away lines. Karen and Mike’s emotional reunion after the gang’s arrival in Hawkins probably flew right over most of our heads and stood out as just another one among all the sweet interactions in that sequence, but after some thinking I’ve come to suspect that it could all have been even more foreshadowing to Mike’s abduction by Vecna or some other UD force next season, much like Mike and Will’s last conversation on that upside down couch at the cabin.

Karen’s exact words to Mike, followed by a long hug and Mike smiling seemingly happy and relieved to be in the safety of his mom’s arms, are: “You are never going on vacation again, you hear me? In fact, you can forget about college. You are staying right here.”

Like I said, this could have been just a sweet familial moment with no plot significance or foreshadowing, mainly because Mike’s S4 arc is pretty much him at the lowest he’s ever been, most of his conflict revolving around his very human insecurities, fears, wants and needs. Mike’s unchecked trauma made it so that he needed reassuring throughout S4 and he mostly got it from rekindling his friendship with Will and their heart-to-hearts, but it’s also common knowledge that Mike has some severe middle child syndrome, and as much as Karen is portrayed as some kind of overbearing mother and the closest emotional bond Mike has within the family, his interactions with them are generally very detached so it’s implied that he feels unloved, unheard and unnoticed—some of the reasons why he acts like a brat constantly; a defense mechanism of sorts.

The Party very much act as Mike’s found family and the most important people to his character because Mike’s dysfunctional relationship with family has gone mostly unresolved throughout the series and has never been much of a focus to him, so maybe this short moment with Karen—a lighter parallel to all the other times he got physical comfort from her (i.e. all the times he felt like he lost Will), which were significantly gloomier—can be seen as simply a positive hint for the Duffers to finally tackle the lack of intimacy and emotional vulnerability in the Wheelers’ dynamics and the familial core of his issues in concluding his character arc.

However... I don’t think Karen’s line meant just one thing, as we know that lines in Stranger Things often convey multiple meanings and there are few things said by characters on the show that aren’t called back to later on. Because it’s common foreshadowing in fiction for characters to make one-sided promises to others about not letting anything or anyone separate them, only for that promise to not hold up at all. This kind of plot device has happened lots of times in the series already, e.g. when Mike said he couldn’t lose El again in 2x08 and 3x06, but did anyway at the end of S3 when the Byers and her moved out of state.

Karen feels like she just got her son back so she’s not losing him again, except I think that she most likely is, because Karen is likely powerless and oblivious to all the supernatural stuff going on (unless the “Karen is actually adult Alice Creel without her memories” theory comes through and turns out to be canon?), so she has no control over keeping Mike safe or not and it’s just plain wishful thinking—which I’m inclined to believe it is, what with all the documented fucked up foreshadowing that’s been following Mike around everywhere. Everything around him screams that Mike is not, in fact, going to remain safe for long.

This line feels very intentional in all the things it could mean for what’s next for Mike and the Wheeler family, and the focus it got definitely could have been to foreshadow the emotional weight in Karen’s reaction when Mike goes missing and everyone has to work together to get him back from the UD (or, that is, if the Wheelers as a whole aren’t abducted together...? 👀). Also, considering Nancy’s vision about her family being targeted, everything to do with the Wheeler interactions especially in relation to Mike feels very suspicious and I think more people should keep note of this.

Max and Mike’s absence as set up for them to be direct parallels in their importance to El, Lucas and Will

Max had to be targeted and die to further El’s and Lucas’ roles in the narrative, so it’s only logical that the same happens to Mike for Will’s, in the same vein that it happened for Mike with Will’s abduction. This, to me, would be what “coming full circle” entails.

Essentially, Max’s relationships to and dynamics with El and Lucas are the most pivotal, significant and representative to the development in both of their personal identities and growth (albeit for different reasons), just like Mike and Will are also the most important and play the most influential roles in relation to each other’s growth.

(On a side note, I’d also argue that everyone in the Party has at least two characters whose relationship to them is most representative of their personal identity and growth: Max, Hopper and Terry are the most influential to El’s; like Mike and Jonathan are the most influential to Will’s, like Will and Lucas are the most influential to Mike’s, like Max and Mike are the most influential to Lucas’, like Steve and Lucas are the most influential to Dustin’s, like Lucas and Billy are the most influential to Max’s, like Dustin and Lucas are the most influential to Erica’s etc. etc. etc.)

By getting abducted, Mike and Max would essentially be under the same circumstances because they’d both be missing in some capacity: Mike would be physically missing, while Max is physically stuck in a coma and her soul/mind is missing from her body. On the other hand, this is the perfect setup for how Lucas’ friendship with El and Will and Will/El’s sibling bond would finally be highlighted in the plot while they, along with what’s left of the Party, work together to rescue Mike and Max: the trio would have temporarily lost not only two mutually important persons to all of them, but individually the most pivotal persons to their personal character arcs.

More than that, it’d also entail coming full circle in relation to Mike and Lucas’ extremely complex dynamic and how this dynamic informs their character developments. Being the two main leadership figures within the Party, Lucas and Mike have clashed, antagonized and hurt each other (and Mike did hurt Lucas more so than the other way around with his general attitude and terrible coping mechanisms) the most since S1, but despite all that I think people often gloss over the fact that they’re the closest thing both have to actual platonic best friends. Because, as much as Will/Mike and Lucas/Max are essentially best friends in their own ways, both dynamics are actively not platonic.

Much like Max is the most pivotal to El’s path to an independent sense of identity and exploration of her wants and needs, Lucas has actually been the most pivotal character to Mike’s issues related to his performance in masculinity and sexuality from the very beginning, even though this influence was most highlighted during S3, because Lucas (who’s very much bisexual, going by his book canon, but Mike doesn’t know that lmao) is the friend which Mike looks most up to regarding how to perform self-confidence and fit in with patriarchal/heteronormative expectations. Lucas is confident, logical, levelheaded, able to balance his nerdy and athletic interests and genuinely interested in girls—I’d argue that Lucas is everything Mike wished he knew how to be naturally. Mike does look up to Lucas, seeks his validation and is influenced by him in a variety of ways, much like he looks up to Will, Dustin and El to varying degrees too.

On Lucas’ side of things and unbeknownst to Mike, over the course of S4 he’s very much been actively mirroring Mike’s struggles with juggling loyalties, wants vs. needs and relating to normalcy, only to find a hatred for it.

With Max and Mike’s absence, once again the Party are going to be forced to juggle having to spread themselves thin to try and save two people and it’s probably going to cause not only a lot of reconnecting and focus between Lucas/El/Will’s dynamics, but also a lot of conflict re: priorities, which leads us to...

Foreshadowing to the plot relevance of King and Straub’s The Talisman

If you’ve never read the book, I highly recommended this godtier masterpost about all the implications of Lucas reading it to Max in 4x09 and how The Talisman’s plot is probably the most flagging hint to Will’s S5 hero arc so far. Personally, this easter egg is one of my biggest reasons for believing that the Duffers plan on connecting S5 to S1 by making Mike and Will switch places, because Will and Jack, both Stranger Things’ and Talisman’s main teen male heroes, need to discover their powers and travel to an alternate dimension in order to save a loved one’s life while discovering themselves along the way.

On top of that, as much as Will is arguably the most selfless character in the show I really don’t think Max is going to be enough of a motivator to kick-start his individual hero journey and for him to explore his possible powers to try and save her (El already is going to be doing all that!). Max and Will have barely had interactions throughout the show despite seemingly being friends too (Max did leave him a letter, after all), so Mike needs to be the one that Will goes on a personal journey for and saves, but for that he needs to vanish and be abducted into the UD in the first place.

I’ve mentioned in the previous topic that I feel like Will and El’s sibling bond and teamwork is going to be highlighted if Mike becomes a target and goes missing, because if The Talisman really is the biggest influence to S5’s general plot then it heads both of them to paralleling Jack and Speedy’s (kind of Luke and Leia’s too) mentorship in harvesting his magic powers to go into the UD, take Vecna down and bring Mike and Max back—much like how Jack had to harvest his magical abilities to save his mother Lily and take Uncle Morgan down.

The last missing piece of proof for Byler’s endgame to a mostly unsuspecting general audience

Ultimately, Mike being abducted and put in the same role as Will was at back in S1 seems essential to me in walking the audience at large through the real possibility that Mike and Will’s bond has always been set to be built up to turn romantic at both ends and that they’ve always been planned as the main endgame couple in Stranger Things. The theory that Mike is getting Vecna’d in some capacity makes so much sense because Vecna is a villain that gets to people through their minds and Mike needs to become a victim (and not only someone else’s savior) for the audience to get to the bottom of his personal issues and trauma.

As has been pointed out by Finn himself (see video below), Mike is probably the most emotionally repressed character among the main cast: the most confiding in someone else he’s ever done always came down to him either seeking out Karen for physical comfort in hugs, the coded conversations he’s had with Will so far and crying in Nancy’s arms in the D&D comic (which isn’t even on the show and I’m not even entirely sure counts as canon content), but as an audience we don’t even know when he’s being fully open/honest or not because it’s directed and scripted to be intentionally unreliable and vague. So he needs to be entranced in some way for the audience to finally get what’s going on inside his head, similarly to how it happened to Max in S4.

The most obvious conflict left for Mike’s character to deal with has to do with his love triangle and relationships with El and Will, but there has to be more to the wrap-up of his character’s arc than choosing between love interests and calling it a day without ever looking back on his trauma and how S1’s events impacted him negatively. I believe Mike’s monologue was a plot device to mislead us by having him be misled (by Will) into thinking that he needed to try and get back together with El after she from, El’d him in 4x03, and that they need to be stuck in a romantic relationship with each other, because otherwise they’d lose any semblance of friendship or closeness forever. All the directing choices made to be subtle and the subtext that surrounds his character only make sense if we as an audience are to get acquainted with Mike’s innermost, honest, open thoughts again.

I’m not exactly sure about this but IIRC it’s been mentioned officially that S1 is regarded as Mike’s coming of age since the season is so heavily centered around him and the changes he goes through, so his and Will’s own coming of age trajectories definitely are going to be heavily paralleled either way. If S5 really is to come full circle to S1 and its dynamics, with Mike temporarily “out of the picture” I also believe that Will and El’s closer bond could become central focus to the plot progression, maybe even parallel El and Mike’s initial dynamic back when they first met and became friends and how they worked together towards one goal—getting Will back. Except this time the goal would not be to save just one person (Will), but saving Mike and Max, making the stakes significantly higher for the final season.

Everyone’s expecting Mike and El to have the time to sit down and directly breakup early in S5 (even though we’ve never gotten anything but “grey area” breakups except for when El said “I dump your ass” to him in S3, which was mostly played for laughs), but personally I’m of the opinion that they already did that in 4x03 (and I highly recommend this godtier post pointing out all the evidence that Mike and El both already accepted that their romantic relationship is unsalvageable) and also that Mike’s monologue was a plot device to actively mislead the audience into thinking that they’d get back together after (which they most likely won’t, going by El barely speaking to and ignoring him at the end of 4x09). Maybe El and Will will actually be the ones to connect and talk about the fact that she’s over the relationship and wants to move on—regardless of how Mike may feel about it.

This means tackling the issue of the love triangle itself, meaning that it’ll likely give the Duffers time to 1) make El’s actual feelings and resolve known to the audience, showing that she’s likely chosen to get over Mike and romantic plans with him and 2) decide how to settle the nature of El and Mike’s relationship.

Were they even really romantic to begin with? Was it really puppy love or just heteronormativity, both of them internalizing all the peer pressure to think they needed to promise romance to each other (for him, by Lucas, Dustin and Nancy; for her, Mike and El’s year spent watching romance tv shows) because they were boy meets girl and none of them knew any better? Are they reflecting back on all the Elliot/Et and Mike/El parallel talk to further the fallout of their romantic relationship and recontextualize it in parallel to Byler’s slow and steady development throughout the entire show?

I’m really, really interested in how they’re going to reflect back on El/Mike’s S1 dynamic, because it needs to be done in order to take a clueless general audience by the hand and walk them through a satisfying Byler endgame.

Either way, Mike Wheeler needs to be taken into the UD so he can be found again and Will should be the one who goes back there and saves him.

#mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things theory #byler theory #byler #(help this took so much work and willpower to put together and write)

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TO CATCH ANYONE UP that doesn't wanna read the fucking novel of yesterdays post (sorry) a break down of what happened last night

They met at 10pm, McCarthy looking smug and assuming he had the votes

Nomination speeches as per usual, McCarthy's BESTIE (apparently) McHenry came up and nominated him. Tried to be a jokey dude but the jokes almost all fell flat, haha. Dems sent up Aguilar for the 9th time, basically insinuated the Repubs. can't lead cause of the infighting. No Far Rights came up.

with all Representatives present he needs 218

Round 14 of voting, only votes that went to not Jeffries or McCarthy were

Biggs - voting for Jordan

Boebert - Voted Present (lowering the needed votes for McCarthy)

Crane - Voting for Biggs

Gaetz - Did not vote when called first round. Did vote Present on second call (with two Presents the count needed lowers by 1)

Good - Voted for Jordan

Rosendale - Voted for Biggs

SO with the two present votes the threshold for winning is 217. BUT with the 4 holdouts that still voted for others McCarthy only has 216.

While tallying of the votes occurs, all hell breaks loose. Republicans have realized they still wont win.

You CAN change your vote, if you voted in error, while they are tallying and before they announce the official results.

THIS MEANS a group of Republicans DESCEND on Gaetz and Boebert to desperately try to convince them to switch to voting for McCarthy. McCarthy himself goes up to talk to them. Gaetz does some aggressive pointing and McCarthy walks away. Alabama Rep, Mike Rogers, who is most likely CRANKY and TIRED and feels like they've been yanked around by a small group of people, goes to, I'M HOPING, lean in and yell at Gaetz and possibly Boebert. North Carolina Rep, Richard Hudson, may have misinterpreted, may have actually thought violence was incoming, and GRABBED ROGERS and COVERED HIS MOUTH (hopefully by fucking accident??) No injuries have been reported and no one technically came to blows, but it is TECHNICALLY a physical altercation, news goes WILD about it.

Tallying ends, McCArthy loses. McHenry (McCarthy Bestie) Moves to adjourn. Shouts seem inconclusive, they gotta button vote.

Button vote is going as expected and then suddenly McCarthy, Gaetz and a few other Republicans run down to change their votes w cards. Suddenly the WAIT NO DOn'T LEAVES win.

Nomination again, blissfully short from Republicans. Normal from Dems w a cheeky remark to just flip sides and vote for Jeffries. No Far Right nominations.

Round 15, 218 to win, here we go. Of the problem voters

Biggs - Flips to Present (lower win number)

Boebert - Present (2 Presents, number lower by 1)

Crane - Flips to present and immediately flees the room

Gaetz - Present (2 Presents, number lower by 1)

Good - Flips to Present

Rosendale - Did not vote when called, clear that McCarthy won before he was called a second time, Flipped to Present (2 Presents, number lower by 1)

Winning number would be 215 but McCarthy got 216 so it doesn't matter.

ofc celebrating from Repubs. Tallying finishes, it's official.

There were ceremonial speeches. Jeffries was fine, did get this huge dig section where he compared what the dems were to the repubs. Very sassy, highly recommend watching that part.

Gavel is handed over to McCarthy

LONG ASS SPEECH ensues. Acts like it doesn't matter what happens just that you won. But like nah brah, this was crazy and bad. Goes into far right conspiracy theory talking points. Basically promising to just be obstructionists and time wasters to look good to their constituents. Then goes into a buck wild analogy fever dream about paintings in the capitol???? Pretends he's gonna be bi-partisan. Thanks his family. Ends the speech.

He is sworn in, he FINALLY SWEARS ALL THE REPRESENTATIVES IN AFTER 4 DAYS. They do basic shit and like electing clerks and workers and etc etc.

They can't make bills until the Rules of the House are agreed to. But it was also 1 AM their time. McCarthy tells them to adjourn till monday and the night finally ends.

TAKEAWAYS

McCarthy won by promising wild things that will make his speakership shitty for himself

Republicans have some serious infighting issues that may effect how they make laws and run the country

This was an absolute embarrassment and don't let McCarthy pretend otherwise

The final Present voters looked absolutely MISERABLE when doing so

If they can get together to send things they want into action, it's gonna be a shitty time, so be prepared (ie investigations and spending bills)

This may weaken peoples belief in Republicans and effect voting, but it's TWO YEARS before anyone can vote again so don't hold out hope

#political o'clock #politics #us politics #speaker of the house vote 2023 #a shit show #sorry this is long as well #but i feel bad about how long the other one was #irl shit #mel babbles #mel hyperfocuses

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