#something about the way he's the only one to call mike 'michael' in the whole movie!

[bravevolunteer]

VERSE — MOVIE ( CONTAINS SPOILERS & CANON DIVERGENT, tw for canon-typical themes & suicide mention )

just to get straight to the point : it's mainly canon divergent in the sense that i will be altering details in order to make mike an afton. do i think this is going to happen in the movie timeline? no. do i think it's more likely that they're going to explain the oddly personal kidnapping through mirroring the emilys? probably. but it's MY michael afton blog and i can put on my tinfoil hat as much as i want about it. of course i am willing to adapt based on other's info / preferences but given that this isn't my main canon anyway it is meant for those that are interested.

Mike thought he knew everything there was to know about what happened to his family: what he was never told is who his real father was. He was too young to remember anything about William Afton before his mom separated herself from him entirely ( one night stand, breakup, what have you, i'm not picky- ), so he always thought of the father he grew up with as his dad, the reality never changed anything about that.

Until he was twelve years old and Garrett went missing, and everything fell apart. William followed the Schmidts there, taking Garrett in a targeted attack ( whether or not he was trying to grab Mike, took him out of spite, anything else is also flexible ). Everything grew solemn and tense, each of the Schmidts lost in their own individual grief. Slowly, they stopped having dinners together, stopped going out as a family, stopped being able to feel like things were normal. The grief and guilt only added to Mike's developing anger issues and depression. Although it wasn't on purpose nor with any malicious intent, his dad was the more distant of his parents at the time, serving as the first hint towards his biological parentage and simply because as much as he cared for mike, he was grappling with losing his biological kid ( think tse henry- well meaning but drowning in grief enough for the child to pick up on it ).

This is where Abby comes in, where the Schmidts have another kid in an attempt to feel like a normal family again. It almost seems to work, although there is still that underlying sense of collective grief. Mike was older by then, too ( while he graduates high school, he either doesn't go to college at all or doesn't finish it ).

Their mom dies and the brief sense of possible stability disappears again. It's when Mike is staying at home again for the funeral/to help with Abby that their father commits suicide, unable to take the grief. Mike has had custody of Abby since then.

The events proceed as they did in the movie, William's recognition of Mike in the office not only stemming from the kidnapping but the fact that it's his kid, although Mike doesn't find anything out beyond the fact that it's the man who took Garrett. There is potential for more hints towards this in past interactions with his aunt or birth records or even his dynamic with Vanessa, but for the most part this specific realization is left open.

Following the movie's events, he... does come home to his aunt in the living room. After reporting her death, Mike actually goes back to Freddy's one more time to get security footage in order to prove his innocence. Afterwards, he does his best to hold down another job to keep taking care of Abby in peace, but something about Freddy's gives him the sense that he'll come back to make sure nothing like this happens again.

#⁂ ･ﾟ: the secrets that you keep when you’re talking in your sleep ➛ movie #fnaf movie spoilers #this is waaaay longer than it needs to be i have got to shut up #so i'm cutting it here despite having more thoughts those can be hc posts #ANYWAY YEAH. GOING WITH A.FTON THEORY. HONK HONK #i do really like the idea of them mirroring the emilys and i KNOW this barely changes shit but #i am just trying to find a way to Combine The Two in my brain and keep the general basis i've been working with for so long #it's like... he's michael but grew up under completely different circumstances. why he didn't treat his brother the same way. #he has completely different experiences but they resulted in a similar guilt. similar reactiveness. similar protectiveness. #so the a.fton thing just helps me tie them together even if it doesn't *really* come into play #'oh william pausing was because he recognized garrett's last name' mf why would he KNOW that if he just took a random kid. #'mike looks similar' that was a BABY. why would he go all the way to nebraska to kidnap some random kid it's so personal! #something about the way he's the only one to call mike 'michael' in the whole movie! #fnaf is all about going wild with it it's fiiine

[meggtheegg]

FNAF Movie Theory...

I'm pretty sure there's still one major plot twist in the universe of the movie that's been set up for a sequel but hasn't actually happened yet. Heavy spoilers under the cut:

After watching the movie in theaters and then revisiting a few scenes on Peacock, I'm still kind of convinced that Mike Schmidt is Michael Afton.

Here's my reasoning. A lot of the characters spend time acting like they know something the audience/other characters don't, and those things are...mostly resolved. But some of them just...kind of aren't.

The main thing that sticks out to me is William's whole storyline. Starting with the scene where he offers Mike the job, his behavior is almost explained by the movie's logic. He sees Mike's name, seems...kind of deeply upset, looks at him very closely, stands to get coffee, and has a moment of visible internal conflict. Then he instantly offers him the Freddy's job. The way the movie frames this, it seems to be saying that he recognized the name of one of his victims, realized this was the kid's brother, and decided to kill him right then and there. Which is passable as an explanation, but it has a lot of holes, if you look deeper.

Why would William so instantly recognize a fairly common last name as the brother of some kid he killed that wasn't even anywhere near Freddy's? Why did he kidnap/kill Garrett in the first place, in some random forest in Nebraska? Why did he see the name on the file, then immediately stop and examine Mike's face so closely, when Mike's memories/dreams pretty clearly show that they never saw each others' faces when Garrett was taken? Why did he send Vanessa to "keep Mike in the dark" if he purposely gave him the job to get him killed? Why not have the animatronics kill him right away? He didn't know that Mike was searching for the man who took his brother, and while he could have maybe guessed he was still actively haunted by what happened based on Mike beating up a guy that he thought was kidnapping someone, it still feels like a weird choice to go and hire him, then just have him do the job with no issue for a few days.

As for Vanessa, we see that she's been cleaning up William's messes for years. Why is Mike the one she changes her mind and stands up to her father for? There's no implied romance between the two and no particularly meaningful connection beyond them both having family issues. I guess she cares about Abby because she's a kid, but kids getting hurt clearly never stopped her from helping her father before.

And, on a more meta level, this is Scott and his storytelling style we're talking about. The man puts plot twists inside of plot twists and everything always ties back into the Aftons, somehow.

So, here's my theory: I think that Mike is William's kid, but Mike's mom left Afton when he was young and remarried the man that Mike thinks is his father.

It seems convoluted and maybe cliche, but if it's true, then suddenly there's an answer to all of those questions. "Michael Schmidt" isn't exactly an eye-catching name, unless you had a kid named Michael and your ex-wife married a guy with the last name Schmidt. Garrett's kidnapping, then, becomes an act of intentional, petty revenge rather than an extremely random coincidence. Giving Mike the job and sending in Vanessa suddenly becomes about piecing together how much he knows and figuring out if he's worth trying to reconnect with or is just a threat that needs to be killed. (It feels worth noting that William is as far as I can remember the only person to call him Michael in the whole film. He also very pointedly never says "Schmidt" until he's decided to kill Mike and suddenly announces his full name out loud. If he went by Michael as a little kid, that is what William would default to calling him, but if he took the new husband's last name, that would be like like salt in the wound that he wouldn't want to voice. By finally saying it out loud, it feels like he's making the decision to fully separate himself from Mike.)

As for Vanessa, if Mike is her brother, it makes sense that he would be the person she'd turn against William to save. It would be weird for her not to tell him, but she could also be trying to protect him, in some way. There's never any mention of her mother, and it seems like it's just been her and William for a long time. Also, ending the movie with her in a coma feels like a strange narrative choice, but it makes sense if she knows information that's purposely being kept hidden for the sequel.

Of course, it could just be that the movie has kind of messy writing and I'm trying to fix it because I want there to be a deeper reason for it. Maybe there is no Michael Afton in the movies, or maybe he's off chilling and doing his own thing somewhere and we'll see him in the sequel. Only time will tell.

#fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's spoilers #michael afton #mike schmidt

[bunnybunbun0]

Can you please write a Michael smut where he takes readers virginity with a lot of praise or mutual masterbation please plz

TO DE-STRESS A FRIEND

Anon,that ask rocked my shit! and lucky you i love writing about virginity loss! hope you like it! <3

Summary: Living the life of a young adult was stressing you out,you needed your best friend Mike to help you relax

Warnings: Smut , minors DNI,unprotected sex,fingering,virginity loss,mutual masturbation,afab!reader,let me know if i forget any.

You are responsible for your media comsumption.

You swear that one of these days you will make it to the front page of the news,the headboard will say "local college girl goes insane".

The stress were just over the board for you,the pressure at college,maintaining a minimun wage job to pay rent of the cubicle appartment you called a home. You needed to relax. So you just did the best thing you thought off.

"Hey,i picked up pizza!" Mike greeted at the door with a smile as you let him in.

Mike has always been your best friend,he was the only one that would be kind to you when you had to change schools for junior year,and youve been inseparable since,it was weird to see one without the other,and all you needed to calm yourself down were your best friend.

"Thank god you´re here! i think i´m gonna explode!."

You sank yourself on your old couch on the small living room sighing deeply,hearing Mike´s chuckle from the kitchen as he fetched you both plates for the cheesy delight.

"Relax,two more years and youll have your degree." He smiled at you with those sweet brown puppy eyes that could easily melt your heart.

You´ve been into Mike since the first homecoming you two attended together,its been you two in all events since,graduations,proms,homecomings,halloween parties,always matching outfits and always glued to one another.

As just friends of course! It´d be way too awkward to ruin the best friendship you ever had,but the caring way mike always made those nights special for you,even tho he thinks they´re lame,he always proteced you from creepy guys and mean girls at school,he listened to you ramble about your interests,he made you feel confortable and safe,and happy...

...but just as friends of course!

"Ugh,all that suffering for a lousy piece of paper!" You reflect while getting your plate of pizza (your favourite flavour of course,mike always remembered which one it is) "Just pop in the movie already!"

You took a bite of your dinner and watched as mike popped the cd on,then sitting by your side while the movie started.It wasnt a very interesting one but it was good enough to keep you both entertained. Your leg lazily hung on top of michaels and the mood was peaceful,until it wasnt.

You knew this movie were r-rated,but you didnt expect to see that,that one hot actor that been distracting you the whole movie is the one getting it on in the scene,you squirm a little,wishing you could excuse yourself to your room and let your toy do the job of settling the throb between your legs.

Mike´s eyes on you were´nt helping said throb either,you knew he could tell what happened and weirdly enough the shame of it was thrilling you more.

"You okay?" He asked suspiciouly

"Huh? Uhm,sure...." Making eye contact with him while the moans kept going on the background proved to be a hard task.

"Really? You seem...agitated" To say that was an understatement,your thoughts of mike were running wild,to the point where you could feel your underwear cling to your soaked heat.

"I´m...uhm...i am...." Mike´s sincere concern about your well being and how sweet he was about it were thriling you on even more,to the point where you couldnt muster up any words.

"I get it,you´re into that short guy on the screen" He said jealously "The scene clearly messed you,its okay if you need to...yknow...reliev yourself"

You were mortified by his words,but something about the thrill of being watched by michael´s sweet puppy eyes were making your fire burn higher.

Without taking your eyes from his and unsure of how he´d react,you slowly slid your hand into the hem of your pyjama bottoms,his lustful eyes following every movement of yours carefully,his breathing getting heavier by the moment.

"Fuck..." He whispered when you let out a low whimper as your cold finger finally found your needy clit.

You kept on staring at each othe while you pleasured yourself and after a few minutes the tent on his pants were hard to miss,and the way his hands tended to it were even harder to miss.

The movie behind you were long forgotten,the gasps and whimpers of you both were drowning the small space,eyes glued on one another and hands unable to stop pleasuring yourselfs.

"God,i cant wait any longer!" Mike pulled you suddenly on his lap kissing you deeply and passionately,swallowing your whimpers as you grinded on his lap,frenetic hands locked on the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head.

Your eyes lock on his shirtless figure and his hands caressed your waist below your shirt,goosebumps coming from your back. His hot lips went down with open mouthed kisses on your neck,a satisfied grin on his face as he took off your pyjama shirt and met your braless torso.

"Youre gonna be the death of me..." He huffed out in a breath.

You could´nt even think about responding before you felt his hot tongue on your nipple,he sucked on your breasts like his life depended on it,erupting multiples whines from you,the fire getting higher and higher between the both of you.

You snapped back to reality once you felt his hand grip your thigh strongly,inching closer and closer to where you were soaked for him.

"Mike wait!" You breathed out and he immediately stopped his ministrations,staring at you wide eyed.

"I´m so sorry,the sounds you were making,i thought you were liking it" his voice leaked of honesty.

"I´ts not that mikey,it feels great im just...i...never did this..."

"Oh,youre..."

"A virgin,yes,pathetic i know" The weight of being a twenty two year old vigin sank on you after that.

"Hey hey its fine!" He cupped your face gently and looked into your eyes,so tenderly you nearly forgot you were both half naked. "It´s all right...you should have told me sooner...if you wanna move on with it,i wanna make it special for you,like you deserve" He strokes your cheecks lovingly and you dont even need to think twice.

You threw your hands around his neck and pulled him closer kissing him with all the need in your heart.

"Please michael...make me yours"

He got up with you on his lap bringing you into your bedroom laying you gently on your bed,slowly peeling you off your shorts,you were only in your underwear now,laying in bed in front of your best friend.

"You look beautiful."

He dives into another deep kiss sliding his hands closer to where you need him the most.

"May i?" He asks teasing your hips with the elastic of your panties,you nod giving him acces to your whole body.

He slides a first finger into you with ease,revelling at the sweet moan you let out.

"Fuck baby you´re so wet"

Baby. You liked being called that,specially when mike did it. His kisses were growing desperate and erratic,just as the pace of his now two figers inside you.

"Mike,please,stop" You mutter almost out of breath opening your eyes and seeing his worried expression "Wanna cum on your cock,please."

Michael´s painfully hard cock nearly busted hearing those words come out of you,how could he deny anything you asked for? He was always putty to your wishes.

his hands quickly fumbled with the fly of his pants,making you giggle at his eagerness to get undressed,when he finally did your laugh got stifled at the sight.

His big red angry cock sprung free hitting him back in his abdomen,there was no way in hell that could fit inside your tiny virgin hole,he could see the worry in your eyes clear as day.

"Relax,ill be gentle..."

He kissed you again removing your panties now leaving you bare for him,the sight itself of you naked and wet for him,with that adorable blush on your face was driving him nuts. He drew his body closer to yours until his tip was teasing your entrance.

"You ready baby?" He asked,you nodded,and his fat tip was inside you.

You both gasped in unission at the feeling,his hands holding yours giving it a slight grip,signaling he was gonna push more in. The moan you let out were other wordly,busting his usually low ego and egging him on pleasuring you.

"Fuck baby youre so tight" With a final push and a guttural groan he was fully inside you.

The disconfort and euphoria were fighting to see who would take place on your expressions. Mike gave you a few minutes until you got used to the feeling of his shaft deflowering you,the pain turned into needines at any growing second,until it was unberable for you to have him inside you and not moving.

"Mike please,i need you to move" Your wish was his command.

He thrusted in you slow and deep,every time he bottomed himself you let out a moan,and each time you moaned he moved faster,making you moan more. It was a vicious cycle and before you could even register he was fucking you senseless.

You were flirting with your orgasm,only needing that one final push to send you over the edge.

"Mike,fuck,i´m so close" you whined out,only needing his sweet final push.

"Come on baby,be good and cum for me,feel good for me."

You couldn´t hold it at his praise,moaning his name loudly followed by a string of profanities. He was hypnotized by the sight of your orgasm,seeing you trash and moan underneath him,his hips moving on his own as you ride your high.

"Oh,fuck baby,watch me cum so good for you"

He pulled it out jerking off quickly on top of you painting your pretty tits white his seed before collapsing tired on top of you.

"So..." He rolls to your side holding your hand and laying close to you "Did you liked it? Are you okay?" You chuckled at the shift in his personality.

"It was amazing..." Your voice was hoarse from all the moaning "My legs will definetely be sore by the morning and i have class tomorrow" You laugh a little

"You can afford to miss class one day,you need to de-stress" He kissed your temple as you both drifted into a peaceful post sex sleep.

I guess yiu were more relaxed after all...

Gosh,i suck at endings and i´m writing this at four AM so i hope it doesnt suck!

#fnaf x reader #fnaf smut #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #michael afton x reader #michael schmidt x reader #michael afton #michael schmidt #fnaf imagines #fnaf x you #mike schmidt x you #michael afton smut #mike schmidt smut #fnaf x female reader #mike afton

[captainofthedauntless]

When Life Gives You Lemons

Rise Donatello x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Reader's at the Lair to help Mikey in the kitchen. Mikey's caught up in something else. Donatello gives Reader a way to pass the time. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader. Vague not-friends to might-be-friends with feelings. Set a few years post movie.

Commentary: He's much harder to write for than a certain blue menace. IDK if this even sounds like him.

It's easy to think Donatello doesn't care.

Well... that's not true. You've seen him unveil his latest and greatest inventions- he cares so much it's impressive.

But it is easy to think he's extremely (impressively) neutral on you.

It's a kind of intense neutral that you haven't seen anywhere else.

He's polite. Or his version of polite, anyway. It's not like he avoids you, he just is neutral in a way that somehow pulls on your attention.

You can't explain how or why.

You're just aware of it the same way you're aware of his family's fondness for you. His near-apathy has the same volume as Leo's jokes and Raph's warm support and Mikey's excited integration of you into their schedules.

You call it Hamato Intensity, in the privacy of your own mind, the way they all are. It's shapeless and beyond definition, and you really shouldn't think too hard on it because it simply is the way that gravity just is, but you almost can't help yourself.

They just have a presence.

Maybe it has something to do with that Ninpō thing Mikey and April tried to explain to you. It's like magic, but it's not magic, but it's kinda magic? But then Donnie had cut in to explain that it was absolutely not magic and he had a whole PowerPoint and everything got very derailed very very quickly.

You were more confused at the end than you were when the conversation had started.

So you try not to think about it too much. You get that they're glowy and dangerous, and it has something to do with ancestral connections, and you think April's haunted, and that's just going to have to be enough.

It's a lot like how you don't quite get Donnie.

You're pretty sure he doesn't dislike you. Over the few months you've known the family, you've seen him dislike several people, and it is always extremely clear. It's sharp and hazardous and can be a little (lot) intimidating- and he's never been like that with you. He's just dry. A little reserved.

The weird part is that it isn't really... awkward?

Like, it should be. It so should be. Right now, with you sitting at their kitchen table waiting for Mikey to get home so you can help him with his latest culinary adventure (per his request) and Donnie silently brewing coffee and typing away at his gauntlet, it should be awkward.

It isn't.

It's comfortable, in a strange way.

The realization is a surprise- one only trumped by the surprise of him speaking.

He says your name in way of greeting, and your head whips around like he'd screamed.

"Yeah?" You say, confused.

You think it might be the first time he's said it to you.

He stares at you for a beat like he's studying you, just long enough for you to start to feel out of place. "Still waiting for Michael, I presume?"

"Yeah," You repeat, no less confused. More confused, you think. "He's grabbing ingredients. Apparently Leo ate the end of something and Mike's making him portal them around to replace it," You explain (over explain? You can't tell) with a fond amusement. "Said they couldn't find it at the first place they tried, so they're making extra stops."

Something dings on his wrist, and he drops his eyes to type something into his gauntlet again. "Excellent," He says neutrally, still typing. "That leaves you free to assist me."

You blink at him, confusion growing. Again.

He seems to notice, his hand stilling on his keyboard for an almost imperceptible moment. "If... you are not otherwise occupied, obviously."

"Um, no. Nah, I'm free," You respond, finding your footing again and deciding that much stranger things have happened, really. "What's up?"

"I require an extra set of hands in the lab, to hold a circuit board in place while neither crushing nor breaking it, which- despite his best efforts and gentle demeanor- makes Raphael a less-than-ideal candidate," He explains, his typing hand coming up to twirl once in midair in a very Donnie motion of simultaneous acknowledgment and dismissal.

It occurs to you that this is the same lab that may-or-may-not have some sort of nuke tucked away in it, depending on who you listen to.

The thought is brushed away by the realization that your curiosity outweighs your caution (again).

You slip out of your chair, nodding at him. "Sounds... uncharacteristically simple," You say, testing the waters with a gentle joke at his expense.

It seems to pay off as he nods. "I assure you, the end goal is extremely characteristic," He says, and it takes you a second to realize he's- it's not joking, but it has a self-aware, playful edge to it. It's subtle, but it's there, and it catches you off-guard as two robotic arms reach out and pour a mug of coffee without him looking.

"Then lead the way."

He turns without a word, retracting one metal arm as the other brings the mug to his hands before disappearing into his shell.

You follow him to his lab, hesitating just outside as he slips right back into his element.

You've been in the lab before, but it's rare, and usually with the company of his entire family. Here, you have no cues to follow.

He glances back at you and raises a brow.

"Do I... need to take off my shoes or anything?" You ask over the synth and bass filling the room, only half joking. It feels like walking into an operating room, like you need to sterilize your entire being before you breathe on any of the impressive technology.

"No," He says simply, turning back to his workbench, "The floor is cleaned bi-daily by SHELLDON. Bi-daily, in this case, being twice-per-day- not every other."

You nod at his back. Of course it is.

You walk towards him, not quite able to resist the urge to look around. You settle for keeping it subtle.

"Here," He says, pulling your attention from an organized mess of cables and metal hanging on the wall like technologically-advanced macrame. "Hold this over here, at roughly a 59.6 degree angle."

Taking the circuit board- a foot square and heavier than you expect- you nod again, trying not to laugh as you step to his side and lift it up to rest against yet another unintelligible pile of technology. "Right. 59.6 degrees."

"Roughly," He amends, the start of a smile visible in your peripheral. He reaches out- into your space- and nudges the board into a sharper tilt, presumably finding that approximate angle for you as his metal arms grab things from the tool chest behind him.

"Like this?" You ask, trying to hold still as he pulls away.

Oddly, you almost miss his space in your own.

"Roughly," He repeats dryly.

That's alright. You aren't striving for perfection.

Roughly is fine.

You feel compelled to strive for perfection.

You swallow the urge.

He's back, hands full of drill and screws and metal hands holding more metal pieces that you can't quite see around his battle shell as he crouches slightly to look at the underside of the board in your hands.

"Slide it to the left- your left, not mine."

You nudge it gently.

"More."

You nudge it again.

"More- too much, back the other way."

You cock a brow at him- or more accurately, at his red-and-blue goggles, which show you your own reflection. You can't see his eyes, but he must see you, because he mimics your expression.

You nudge it back the other way.

"Adequate," He says in something close to approval.

It's nicer to hear than it probably should be.

"This will be an unpleasant sound. It will jostle the board. If it slides out of alignment, we'll have to reset you."

"Alright."

He's correct- as per usual. It's a very unpleasant sound, metal on metal combined with the whir of the drill, followed by clanging as his battle arms hand him extra pieces and parts.

He ends up entirely beneath the metal monstrosity, supported by the two metal arms as he leans back to look up at the machine's underbelly.

You end up in a long-abandoned rolling chair. You tell yourself it's just because Mikey isn't home yet.

Eventually, Donatello calls your name.

"Yeah?"

"Four-point-five millimeter hex key."

You glance over at the little work table he'd rolled over earlier, and spot a tray of neatly organized hex keys. A closer look reveals perfectly placed labels.

One reads 4.5, so you slip it out of its slot and roll forwards to pass it to him.

"Thank you."

You hum a little acknowledgment, and kick your chair back slightly.

"-and for some insane reason, he decided to catapult himself-" You wave an arm out in emphasis, mid-story as Donnie meticulously wires together the plates you had installed, and a third metal arm darts out to gently catch your wrist.

You stop speaking, and you stare at each other.

"Hotplate," He says after a beat.

You glance over your shoulder, and your hand is being held just shy of a metal platform on the desk behind you. There's a little red light on the front, and a bright purple sign plastered neatly below it, warning Hot. Do Not Touch. Do Not Use As Microwave.

"Thanks," You says softly. You can feel heat wafting off it now, enough to give you the impression that had he not interceded, you'd be nursing a nasty burn.

He hums and retracts the hand, tucking it neatly into his battleshell. "You were reminding me of Nardo's foolhardy ways?" He prompts, attention already returning to the project in front of him.

Eventually, you hear Mikey holler from outside the lab, calling you.

"I guess that's my cue," You say.

Donatello does not look up. "Agreed. I appreciate your assistance."

"Any time," You say casually.

As you turn to leave, you're absolutely dumbfounded to realize you actually mean it.

You've enjoyed your stint as his lab assistant.

"How was the lab?" Mikey asks, a little too playful for your tastes.

"Hazardous," You quip dryly, replaying the hotplate incident. "No wonder he's so protective of it."

You miss Mikey's response, mentally counting metal hands.

Donatello's battleshell has more than two.

You're pretty sure you've seen him with five before.

...So why did he need help?

"Hello?" Mikey asks gently, an innocent- too innocent- smile on his face.

"Sorry, flashbacks to my near-death experience." It's not quite a lie.

He doesn't quite buy it.

"I said if he asks you to test fit a helmet, say no," Mikey repeats.

You nod slowly. "Speaking from experience?"

"Don't worry about it," He chirps, slipping an apron over his head. "Speaking of experiences, are you ready for Angelo's All-You-Can-Beat Eggstravaganza?"

"Absolutely," You grin, happy for the change of subject.

And excited for lemon bars.

Win-win.

"You're telling me-"

"Nardo, don't-"

"I teleported all over New York and the Hidden City-"

"You are in the way-"

"So that you could get your wrenches passed to you?" Leo exclaims, the picture of incredulity as he stands between Donnie and the equipment you'd helped with. "That was your grand plan?"

"I had no grand plan," Donnie responds, stubbornly sidestepping his twin. "Michelangelo had a grand plan. I was a victim, dear brother, same as you."

"Oh, of course, of course," He says, hands coming up in dramatic surrender. "Because spending time with someone you have the hots for-"

Donnie taps at his gauntlet, turning his music up over his brother while sliding back beneath his newest baby.

"-Is exactly the same as stopping in thirteen stores-" Leo continues louder, undeterred- "for a niche lemon species you eventually start to think Mikey made up!"

"And did he?"

"He might as well have, for how deep into Witch Town we ended up!"

Donatello rolls his eyes sharply, adjusting bolts above himself.

They don't need adjusting.

"If you don't come out to try their lemon bars- and sing their fucking praises- I will come in here and haul you out myself," Leonardo proclaims, ducking into Donnie's space. Persistent, unyielding, obstinate. "And I will tell everyone- everyone, you heard me- about last month and the rollerskates-"

"You are a monster."

"And I will do so in detail," Leo finishes, a smug grin on his face.

Donnie glares at him.

"We're not kids anymore, hermano," He says matter-of-factly. "You've taken on supervillains, aliens, ancient mystic entities, and all of NASA's cybersecurity-"

"Allegedly."

"-You can handle a direct conversation without hiding behind your tech."

Donatello does not respond.

Leo pats the metal chassis they're hunched beneath in lieu of touching Donatello himself and takes his leave.

The kitchen is loud when you and Mikey present a tray of perfectly sliced, perfectly proportioned lemon bars, each presented in an adorable white paper liner and covered in a light dusting of powdered sugar.

It's loud and happy and sounds like love, and you find yourself marveling at that Hamato Intensity again as Raph and Casey bicker about the wrestling match they both watched the night before and Casey Jr excitedly asks Mikey all about the bars and April and Leo and Splinter sneak in closer to the tray, only freezing when Mikey fixes them with a dangerous glare over Junior's shoulder.

It's a lot. They're a lot.

It smells like citrus and sugar and coffee.

The coffee reminds you of the smell of steel, which reminds you of the clanging of metal, which reminds you of whirring drills and gentle nudges and self-assured sass from beneath a machine you still don't understand.

And then you're jolted from the surprisingly warm memory by Mikey sliding a lemon bar just under your nose, happily saying something about chef privileges, and the bars taste every bit as good as they smell and he's grinning broadly and your heart feels warm all over again at the happy sounds from the group you love so much.

Metal claws dip into your vision, dangling your keys in front of your face like a worm in front of a fish. "Missing something?" Donatello asks dryly, quietly, from behind you.

"Where were these?" You ask, cupping your hands beneath them and catching as the metal claw releases.

"Workbench," He says simply, his claw- and another- darting forwards and grabbing two bars by their liners. He drops one in your hands and takes the other, tucking his metal extensions away. "How did these turn out?"

"Why don't you try it and find out?"

"I like to know what I'm getting into."

"I'm biased," You shoot back, your voices similarly amused. "As a man of science, you recognize the issue here, no?"

"Touché." He takes a bite, chewing slowly, thoughtfully.

"...So?"

"It appears you are more-than-adequate in the kitchen as well," He says, and it feels like a compliment.

It feels like a big one.

You nod, playfully smug. "I'm happy to hear it."

You are.

The realization makes you feel a little brave. "If you find yourself needing an assistant again..."

"I'd have to be able to steal you away from Mikey."

"I think he can share."

"In that case," Donnie says, amusement in his voice as he speaks beneath the noise of his family, just to you, "I will keep you in mind."

It doesn't sound half bad, really.

#*writing #tmnt imagine #tmnt x reader #donatello x reader #imagines #donatello #2018 #rottmnt x reader #x reader

[princesssmars]

plsssss do something for michael munroe im so starved

i could change your mind

some college football player mike headcanons.

contains: fluff. some nsfw. american football gross. mike is cocky whats new. fem!reader. hair nor skin color described.

a/n: anon i lowkey miss him too so i'll do a few headcanons for you anon. sorry that my until dawn rewrite is like on hiatus I just feel like it's gonna be such a flop so my brain says it cant be bad if I don't write it ??? idk. ty for making me do this. set in college but i've decided to start a year late so if i get shit wrong sorry scholars. (heart fingers emoji I'm on desktop fml.)

idk why but the first thing that popped into my head was him loving a sport...like he gives smart but also dumbass jock to me we let's go with he did football in high school and he's at college on a scholarship.

if you're like me you don't give two shits about the sport you probably would not like twice in a football player's way, which he definitely sees as a challenge. he'll come up to you in the dining hall and try to hit on you in front of his jock friends, spouting a "whatever you say, sweetheart" when you reject him with a grimace.

to your surprise and horror he's in one of your advanced classes in your second semester, sitting with his feet up next to your seat with a smile when you walk in. you do call him troglodyte for having his shoes on the table but he says with an easy smile that he's in with the teacher who said it was alright.

great.

for the first three weeks, you try to ignore his questions and poking at all costs, but when you get paired up on an important assignment you decide to hold your disdain on pause. he invites you to "study in his dorm" which nearly gives you a migraine, until he chuckles and tells you he's joking, telling you you can meet at common ground and study in the library.

you hold your tongue instead of giving a quip about how he probably won't be able to keep his mouth shut, but once you actually get there you realize the worst thing ever: mike munroe isn't a moron. he's actually pretty smart, maybe nearly as smart as you, and shows pretty good leadership with how he takes in both your academic strengths and divides the workload based on them. its not hard to see why he's the quarterback.

after you get an a+ on your project, you start to warm up to mike. his stupid quips in class start to actually become funny, leading to numerous moments where he makes you snort in class and the professor rolls his eyes.

your friendship soon grows enough that mike has the confidence to invite you to one of his games while you're walking around campus, and if you start to say no he informs you that he will not hesitate to get on his knees and beg in front of everyone. that makes you feel a little weird so you groan and tell him fine.

the whole time you don't really know what's going on, even though ten minutes before he had to get ready he tried to cram all of the rules into your head. even though you don't know everything you can tell when something good happens, like when he makes the touchdown that wins your school the game. he celebrates with his team members and his crowd of fangirls before coming over to you, clearly waiting for you to say football is fun or something,

you don't. but the after-party definitely was. you don't know what that frat guy put in the punch but it was good, and had you nearly drunk in only two hours. nearly being a keyword, because someone who was past the point decided to do a childish game of seven minutes, and you decided to play along for fun.

but it wasn't so funny when they spun the bottle and it landed on you, then the next turn between two people to point towards the couch where mike was watching with his friends. they both burst out laughing at the horrified look on your face as you reluctantly follow him inside the closet.

for the first minute it's quiet, soft noises from the two of you adjusting your bodies in the quiet space and "sorry"'s when you bump into the other.

he takes your silence for uncomfortableness, telling you he's alright with just sitting with you. "one of my favorite things to do actually"

you don't really know why but you kiss him after that. when you pull away you can faintly see his blank face. great. you ruined everything. you're about to give some half-assed excuse before his hand is on the back of your neck and he's pulling you back into him and pressing your body into his.

things get weird after that night.

you're still friends after that night, of course. except now its...different.

you still have your movie nights laughing at people making dumb decisions in horror movies, except now you'll sometimes wind up on mike's lap with your tongue down his throat.

you still text each other stupid pictures you found on snapchat (he insists on using it, fuckboy he is. or used to be, weirdly). except now before you go to sleep he'll send you a picture of his bulge with a smiley face at the bottom. if you send a picture back he'll send a long voice message that you don't open for your own sanity.

but you aren't like. dating. and you don't know why in passing you hear his teammate nick call you "mike's girl". because you aren't. at all.

and plus its not like you've slept together or even gone on an actual date. you're just...closer than normal friends are.

and then he leaves the next december to spend a week with his old friends, and you kind of mope around campus while he's gone. he makes sure to text you constant updates until the night where he arrives at the cabin, where he leaves you delivered for two days. he did say his ex was going to be there, so that nagging voice in the back of your head is telling you the worse.

until you finally get the call from some random number in alberta. when you pick up after some initial confusion you hear mike on the other side.

"mike? what the actual hell? its been two days, thought you somehow managed to get lost in the snow."

he laughed on the other line, able to tell you're insult at his intelligence meant you cared. his voice sounds hoarse.

"yeah, yeah i know. i'm sorry. something came up and i...i've been stuck in this damn police station-"

"police station? jesus, how hard did you guys party."

he calls your name and it's serious. he only sounds like that when something important or bad has happened.

"mike? is everything ok?"

"no, no its not. josh is...he's gone. the cabins gone. we're all pretty messed up."

you don't give a response, waiting for him to elaborate if he wants to.

"i don't know what to say..i'm so sorry."

"it's alright. i'll explain more when i get back. i just wanted to hear your voice."

"now you're really scaring me."

he laughs again, the scratch of his voice returning.

"thank you."

"for what? constantly insulting you and bringing you back to reality?"

"for making me laugh. haven't done it in a while."

"yeah, well...i'll make sure your roommate hasn't completely trashed your dorm. and we can get some takeout. on me, because i'm polite."

"screw that, we're going on a date."

your heart skips.

"did you actually get a concussion because that's not funny."

"im serious. no more being a pussy. time to start getting serious. plus we're basically already dating, so."

"god, why does everyone keep saying that?"

"i'll see you soon."

the phone hangs up and you toss the phone to the side with a slight smile.

#until dawn #until dawn x reader #mike #mike munroe #mike munroe x reader #mike munroe smut #minke munroe fluff #football player!mike #college!mike

[paganminiskirt]

I love the third therapy appointment where Michael asks Dr. Friedlander if he believes in pure evil, referring to Trevor, and then rattles off some of the horrible stuff he’s been doing since Trevor re-entered his life to prove the point. Michael admits that violence feels good, that he’s a “hypocritical f*ck” and that doing these things is making him feel bad about himself… all for Friedlander to prevaricate to keep Michael talking, telling him that he needs to bulk-buy more sessions if he ever wants to fix himself, continuing to hurt people while putting money in this psychologist’s pocket. He outright encourages Michael to obsess over his inadequacies, actively making Michael’s mental state worse so he’ll keep coming back, right after hearing him admit that he’s been committing random acts of violence - and then he laughs about the fact that Michael’s crimes make it so he’ll be able to pay him in cash. He’s killing people! And his doctor thinks it’s funny!

Friedlander ends the session suggesting that Michael is “a weak pup who was weaned too soon by an angry mother,” reminding us of the language Mike used when he called Trevor a “sick puppy” - as well as of something much darker about Trevor, the most overtly Freudian character in the game. His incestuous relationship with his abusive mother gets brought up constantly, with special emphasis placed on the contrast between how frightened Trevor becomes once his mom reappears & how domineering he is with everyone else. He’s tough with everyone else; he’s weak and docile with her.

So naturally, the little boy/dog language gets reused when Michael’s own issues with intimacy come up in the therapy session, and he calls himself a “good boy” for abstaining from cheating on his wife. Later on in the story, Trevor mockingly says “daddy’s been a bad boy” when Michael calls his family to apologize in front of him; and that isn’t the only time Trevor invokes the “bad boy” label! He uses it on the “reprobates” he captures for Maude in the bail bonds missions, men he’s also in the habit of intimidating with the prospect of sexual abuse in prison, the same kind of abuse that would’ve taken place between him and his mother.

They were tough with everyone else; they’re weak and docile now that they’re going to jail. Michael’s tough with everyone else; he’s weak and docile with his family, at least in Trevor’s eyes. The familial bonds that are meant to be an escape from the criminal life become enmeshed with the life itself, one form of exploitation interchangeable for another.

And jesus, the little face-journey Michael goes on if he chooses to accept Friedlander’s advice. I don’t think for a second that Mike buys into this, that Friedlander has unlocked some grandiose epiphany by telling him he needs to get his temper under control/spend more money on therapy. You can see it sink in, that this person who occupies a trusted, intimate position of power within an epicenter of American culture is just as big of a crook as he is, taking advantage of Michael’s mental and moral weakness for his own gain like a parasite. (Or a dog picking on a puppy. Or a big man assaulting a smaller one. Or a parent exploiting their child.)

But in a perverse way, it’s still exactly what Michael wanted to hear. Michael does take Friedlander’s message to heart. He just accepts it as what it is, rather than what it’s advertised as. He takes to heart that everyone is like him, in some way or another, and that the only way to reach the upper echelons of society is by being like this, whether you’re willing to admit it or not: that if he didn’t take advantage of people himself, he’d still be sitting there getting taken advantage of, with no possibility for benefit or reward. He takes to heart that he’s not that bad. His behavior isn’t that unusual. He’s got no choice, when you think about.

If Michael’s doctor is like this, then it becomes that much easier for him to convince himself that the whole world must be like this, the privileged and the downtrodden, the sacred and the profane. And what are him and Trevor? They’re dogs, tossed in a sack at birth and left to gnaw their way out or drown. At least they’ve got an excuse.

#michael de santa #isiah friedlander #trevor philips #gta v #gta 5 #sa tw #ask to tag #inc*st tw

[kiirotoao]

Awkwardness, tension, and lies part 2: Michael, I damn well know who you are.

I’m trying to be funny with that title, but I’m also so not. It’s crazy that we have the airport scene at all to highlight tensions, but the fact that Mike acts the way that he does around Will astounds me most about that whole situation.

Here’s why.

Mike argued in the Rink-o-Mania fight that he focused on sending letters to El, that Will should have reached out if he wanted to talk, that it was Will’s fault that they drifted apart. Once he blamed his prioritizing his girlfriend, twice he blamed Will. He never blamed himself. But then he did by episode 4. He called himself “a total self-pitying idiot.” He made up with Will. It was pretty clear that he missed Will, especially when he said that “Hawkins, it’s not the same without you.”

So Mike did miss him. Right? And if that’s true, then he was lying in that fight, right? He could have done better. Dare I say it, Mike probably wishes he could have done better.

Backtrack to episode 2 with the airport scene, the first hug. Mike misses Will. Thanks to foresight, we know this for a fact. And even if Mike wasn’t truly thinking about missing Will at the time, it’s there. It exists. Missing someone - even if it’s only realized in a short amount of time - doesn’t happen overnight. It’s a slow burn. Why then doesn’t he hug Will, say that he missed him, and let the fact settle in his mind?

The thing is that the show seems to answer this as Mike “worrying too much about El,” as said in the apology in episode 4, which leads me to believe that he was expressing indifference in that airport scene because he wasn’t really thinking about Will. But then how might Mike explain his behavior towards that painting? He takes two looks at Will and clocks it and immediately asks about what it is. He might be inquisitive for a number of reasons that we don’t get. Maybe it’s because of El mentioning it in her letter. Maybe it’s because Mike’s never seen Will brandish such a large piece before, and he’s curious. Maybe it’s because he’s trying to make small talk. Whatever the weather, Mike is interested in Will by asking. But he also doesn’t try to show it. He takes Will’s answer about it and cooly says, “cool.” Dead-faced. So, hm. Every which way you look at his reactions and composure in that airport scene, it seems like there’s no clear way to understand his motives.

Unless he’s hiding something. Because to me, this all sounds like Mike is hiding something, and him hiding something would quite frankly answer everything.

See, the thing is that for Will, he hasn’t changed so much over the seasons. He’s still sassy, he’s still strong at heart, he still fights for what’s right. And he still. Loves. Mike. I said in my last post that they both changed, but in actuality, Will was ready to welcome Mike with open arms, give him his painting, and love him no matter what, just like before. It’s Mike who stifled that by being withdrawn. Mike changed. And it’s Mike’s withdrawal that caused Will to change his attitude.

So notice how the story becomes so labyrinthine and Byler-centered at the get-go in season 4 because of Mike. I think that the show being in either El or Will’s perspective/focus whenever Mike is on screen is so interesting because we know that Mike has changed, but we never quite understand how, and it leaves us guessing.

In that airport scene, is he happy to see Will? Is he nervous to see Will? Is he trying to ignore Will? It could be, and I believe that it is, all three, but one thing is for sure: Mike isn’t truly indifferent. If he was indifferent, he wouldn’t have pulled the gayest most heartwarming apology for what he said in the Rink-o-Mania fight and basically ask Will to be in his life exactly as they were again. No, Mike isn’t one for indifference with Will. We’ve seen this in season 3 in him bringing Lucas to go biking to Will’s house in the rain to apologize. Mike pursues Will. And for Mike, that never changes.

With all of this in mind, with Mike factually and expressively missing Will, with Mike changing and being withdrawn, with Mike still choosing to pursue Will later on, in that airport scene, what could he be hiding?

To answer this, I bring back the concepts of awkwardness, tension, and lies. Guess what ties all three of those things together along with his missing, withdrawing from, and still pursuing Will; that’s right! Deep-seated, internally homophobic, hidden feelings.

Mike hugged Dustin after Erica won Eddie’s campaign. He hugged Lucas at the hospital. He’s not immune to hugging his best friends or something. This is about Will. There’s something different about him, to Mike. And I hear the question, well, wasn’t it the distance that was different? Mike stayed in Hawkins with Dustin and Lucas. Maybe he’s just more comfortable with them. But to that I say, okay, so, if we believe that, then Mike didn’t hug Will because he doesn’t know Will anymore, and he’s uncomfortable being close to him after a long time. But from the way that he chose to reach out to Will and remain close to him emotionally tells me so much otherwise. Even after all that time, Mike made amends first after their fight. He gleaned that Will wanted things to change. He knew that he was at fault all on his own. “Oh, I didn’t say it.” “You didn’t have to.”

And, mind you, they fought because of the tension at the airport scene! I think that I need to really make that clear. I’ve been using the Rink-o-Mania fight as a crutch to my case, but truly, it’s on the main page just as much as the airport scene! The tension culminated with their fight. They were mad at each other. They had reasons to be, too. They left off unresolved. Things could have soured and we may have never gotten answers as to why Mike walked away. And then that could have been it! That could have been the end of Mike and Will! The Duffers could have had their storylines no longer intersect and their chemistry fall completely flat, but no. Mike gave an entire heartfelt apology and that was one of the only times that seasons that we heard from his heart and his thoughts. And it was all to Will.

Mike undeniably still knew Will; he knew him enough to know what he did wrong and came around realizing what Will had argued to him. Mike wanted to be comfortable with him again. So no, he didn’t truly alienate Will nor become too uncomfortable with him not to wish “best friend”ship again with him. But he wasn’t that way at the airport, so what gives? What first impression hampered him from being close to Will if he, deep down, wanted closeness with Will? What complicated things so much that he had to hesitate with Will at first?

Truly, the moment that Mike made the airport scene awkward, I think that Bylers won. We didn’t get Will tripping over his feet, down bad for Mike and giving him the painting right then and there to be rejected. We didn’t get them hugging like it was nothing. We didn’t get comfortable smiles. We got tension, conflict, resolve, and betterment. We got everything. And we saw Will’s van confession, so we know that he’s been pining after Mike. And from the setup of the airport scene, with the question of what is Mike hiding? I think that Mike could damn well be pining after Will, too. I believe that there’s love at work here, a kind of love that binds people together. A kind that fights and makes up. A kind that slowly figures out how to navigate life together and confronts and mollifies pain as needed. A kind that gives advice and listens. A kind that can’t stop watching the other for assurance. A kind that gives each other their all.

I love the airport scene because, in my mind, it solidifies the fact that something’s up with Mike that we don’t know explicitly yet that we’ll have to explore next season. We’ve been given Will’s heart, we’ve been given El’s heart, but Mike has deflected self-vulnerability time and time again for the sake of others. But interestingly enough, the one exception is his apology to Will. (And, no, I don’t count his monologue to El in the final episode of season 4 as true vulnerability. Truth is, El was dying on that table and Mike had a sense of obligation to save her - wholly or not, a sense at least, and if you disagree with that then you don’t know Mike at all - so all of his words might not have been true.) I hope that he gets to be a little selfish for his own good next season and focuses on himself.

And maybe, just maybe, we’ll know what hindered him at that airport. What he was truly thinking about. Perhaps who he was truly thinking about.

#byler #byler analysis #long post #byler brainrot #it got me again #this was way longer than I intended it to be #also /nbh to argue against with all of this I’m just excited and arguing into the wall of this drought

[sennqu]

Idk I just really believe Mike was completely oblivious to Will's feelings the whole of S4. And oblivious to his own of course.

Not hugging Will at the airport can be both due to Mike feeling like he and Will drifted apart (they did only have infrequent calls in the time between) and subconsciously feeling that hugging Will would be...different, somehow. But the first thought is probably the more pressing issue for Mike. I love this child but he's clearly not very good at introspection.

I haven't seen this take in the way I'll be presenting it I don't think. But I'll try to break it down from Mike's perspective:

When Mike came to California it's likely he really didn't know where he and Will stood as friends. Were they still friends? Mike is used to Will being in Hawkins. He pretty much said so when they made up. They've spent most of their lives -- almost 10 years in the 15 they've been alive -- in each other's company.

Will told him it was "not possible" for Will to find another party then he goes to Cali and only talks to Mike in the 6 months apart "maybe a couple times". Then Mike learns a day before he leaves that apparently Will has been painting something Will intends to give to a stranger when in the series, the only person he was gifting his art to was Mike. Mike arrives at the airport, already confused about the state of his friendship with Will that it feels odd to hug Will back even when Will looks happy to see him. He asks about the cardboard tube Will brought along and when Will says that it's "just a painting (he's) been working on", it signals to Mike that, yes, Will's artwork isn't going to be their special best friend thing anymore. That's ok. it's fine. it's "cool." Maybe Mike's gut was right and they aren't best friends anymore either.

So Mike tries pouring all his energy and attention to his girlfriend because that's what a boyfriend is supposed to do and at least El writes him letters. But he can't help but notice the sour mood Will has been in all day. He tries ignoring it because again he's supposed to be focused on his girlfriend. But then it all goes to shit when El is getting bullied at the roller rink and apparently Will knew about the bullies all along.

First, Will doesn't try reaching out to him. Then Will is painting something for someone who isn't Mike. Then Will is grouchy all day for no discernible reason. Then Will apparently didn't even try to tell Mike (he's supposed to tell Mike everything because they were supposed to be best friends) about El's problems.

Then Will has the gall to tell him that he, Michael Wheeler, didn't even care about anything Will had to say? When Mike has been noticing Will rolling his eyes all day? It isn't Mike's obligation to ask why his estranged friend is acting like an asshole the first day he arrives for vacation. Will was supposed to tell him. He used to tell Mike everything. Then Will brings up the lack of contact and it makes Mike even more frustrated. Why is this suddenly all his fault?

When Will asks, "what about us?" it legitimately surprises Mike for a second because at this point he wasn't even sure Will cared about their relationship at all.

"We're friends. We're friends." We're friends (not best friends) and I have a girlfriend who actually keeps in touch with me.

"We used to be best friends." Then why wasn't Will reaching out more?

"Why am I the bad guy?"

--

From Mike's perspective, Will was the one who pulled away. But then Will asked "What about us?" "And us?" and it gave Mike the hope that maybe Will did care. Maybe Will was hurting just as much as he was. And so he apologizes to Will two days later and takes the blame for everything because maybe it was his fault all along.

#yeah i've become part of the mike wheeler defense squad with this block of text #i really didn't know how to end this post but it's already too long #maybe i'll make a part 2 #ku blarghs #strangely blogging #byler

[dinitride-art]

This is a scene from a fic I don’t think I’m ever going to finish- but why not post it anyways, right? Important note here before reading this: it’s after a whole lot of stuff has happened and Mike does deserve an apology because the miscommunications boiled over and Will yelled a lot about some stuff (…that may or may not be written lol- this is literally a scene I wrote one day and was like I’ll fill the rest in later, like a liar). Hope you like it if you do read it !

- - -

“You’re such a dick!”

Will turns away and walks down the stairs from Mike’s room. Mike runs after him, skipping steps and nearly crashing into the railing. He catches up to him right as his hand touches the doorknob.

“Are you yelling at me because you’re angry with me or because you’re scared?”

Will stops. Neither one of them moves for a long moment. It’s quieter in this house than it’s been in years. The only sounds come from the T.V. until it too stops dead in it’s tracks.

Will takes a step back from the door.

“…I don’t know.”

Mike takes a step closer to him. Will turns around, eyes shining and hands trembling.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, I don’t know-.”

Mike catches Will as he falls to the floor, holding him in his arms and glaring at Nancy when he looks up and sees her raised eyebrows. Asking why they’re making a scene when everything’s going to shit already. Aren’t there enough problems to deal with? Get your shit together Michael.

He looks at her in a way that he never has before. In a way that startled her into backing off. She startled him too, when she picks Holly up and takes her through the kitchen and down to the basement.

He holds Will tighter as he cries and apologizes. Mike buries his face in his hair and tries to tell him that it’s okay.

“But it’s not. It’s not okay. I hurt you,” Will warbles into his chest.

“You didn’t,” Mike lies.

Will pulls away just enough to look Mike in the eyes.

“I did. And it’s not okay.”

Mike looks away.

But Will guides him back, a hand on his cheek, fingertips pressing softly into his skin.

The setting sun gazing through the windows and casting him in flames.

Mike holds his burning gaze.

“I hurt you. I pushed you away and I yelled at you and you don’t deserve it,” Will says as Mike’s lips begin to tremble and his eyes sting with the effort of looking directly at his sun.

“…I am scared. I’m fucking terrified of what’s happening and what’s going to happen next. We don’t even know if we’ll make it out this time.”

“Will-,” Mike chokes out filling a rarely silent room with conversation again.

“Please let me talk. I need you to hear this. Please.”

Will looks at him like he’s something that deserves to be cared for. To be treated gently. To be held.

Mike tugs on his upper lip with his teeth, “okay.”

“We’ve know each other for almost ten years. We’ve been chased around and threatened enough times for me to recognize when you’re hurt by something someone’s saying. I know you Mike.”

Will brings his other hand up to Mike’s face and holds it in his hands, like he’s running his fingers through a stream. He breaths in and his hold changes. From pleading and careful to overwhelmingly gentle and sure. His thumbs brush over his cheekbones and Mike’s eyes blink rapidly, nearly fluttering with the attempt to stay open and not melt into Will’s hands.

When he finally wins the battle to keep them open, he sees that Will’s never left. That he waited for Mike to look at him again to speak.

And he does.

“It’s been hard being back here. It was hard being away too, but… that had more to do with Lucas and Dustin and Max. And you. I really, really missed you.”

Mike’s breath catches.

“I’m sorry that I yelled at you for not calling when you first came. It wasn’t… I was scared that we weren’t friends anymore- that the reason you didn’t call was because you didn’t want to be friends anymore.”

Will’s voice is scratchy and Mike can see that he’s blinking back tears. He’s trying to hard not to cry again and Mike wants to tell him that he can.

But he stays silent as Will closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in.

Because Will said that he needed him to hear this.

So he will.

Will pushes through his next sentence, failing to hold back the tears that drop onto his cheeks.

“But that wasn’t true. Because you did call. You called everyday.”

Mike’s heart stops. His vision blurs over and he can’t keep looking at Will because he did. He did do that. And it hurt so much when Will yelled that he didn’t care about what he had to say.

Because he cares so much.

He cares so much that he kept calling the Byers every chance he could, even if no one picked up. Because maybe Will would notice the phone ringing on day and maybe he would be the one to call him.

And it never happened. But Mike kept trying and trying and trying.

And it hurt every time it was unanswered and it felt like something was going to snap deep in his chest.

But he called again the next day. And the next. And the next and the next and the next and every single day until he left for Lenora.

Because he can’t lose him.

He loves him too much.

Mikes shaking and he thinks he might be sobbing for the first time in years. Wills holding him and they’ve fallen back into the stairs and they’re crying in a nearly empty house together and whispering apologies and reassurances and holding each other closer than Mike ever thought Will wanted to have him.

Mike and Will lay tanged up on the stairs. Will’s hand still brushes through Mike’s hair long after he’s stopped making noises that sounded like his heart was snapping apart and back together again over and over in his chest.

Mike’s head is tucked under Will’s chin, his face pressed into his neck. His arm wound around him and tracing over his back through his sweater.

Nows a good a time as ever. Two birds with one stone, so he doesn’t end up crying in Will’s arms some other time. Once is enough.

“…hey,” Mike says, not moving from where he’s molded into Will and into the stairs below.

“Hey,” Will mumbles back.

“Can I… can I tell you something?”

Will’s hand stops brushing through his hair. It moves to the back of Mike’s neck as Will pulls back and looks down at him.

“Is something wrong?” Will asks.

He’s tensing up and his eyes are flickering around them, as if somethings going to jump out of the shadows and snatch them into the Upside Down.

Mike laughs. Will starts to smile, confused but already relaxing.

“What? Is this not about the world crumbling around us?” Will’s still smiling at him, his teeth peeking out from behind his lips.

Mike shakes his head and laughs harder, “no- no it’s not. Sorry. It’s not about that at all.”

Will’s hand slides from his neck to his cheek.

“You scared me there for a second, thought the end was nigh,” Will’s eyes crinkle as he jokes around.

And Mike feels like whatever happens next, it’ll turn out okay.

If it’s with Will, it’ll turn out okay.

“I love you.”

But that’s not enough. Those words don’t feel like the burning in his chest or the gentle press of Will’s hand to his cheek or soft words or memories or the sun or the world.

They don’t feel like enough.

So he keeps talking.

Will sure isn’t.

“It’s not just- the words,” Mike bites his lips and looks away, “I don’t know how to tell you all of it.”

He looks back up.

“But I want to. I really do. I can’t tell you who I am yet because I can’t tell myself yet. And I know that we’re probably not the same but- I just needed you to know. I really needed to tell you because it hurts all the time and… I don’t want to feel like that anymore. Loving you is… it’s a lot. But it’s always- I’ve always- you’re…”

Mike breaths in. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to try and bring words to describe his thoughts. When he opens them again, Will is waiting for him. Just like before.

“The only thing that ever stopped me from telling you that I love you was me being scared that you wouldn’t feel the same.”

Will’s staring at him. He hasn’t blinked in a while.

“I love you. I just thought that you should know. Can we… are we still best friends?”

“Always,” Will doesn’t hesitate to answer. Shaking the shocked expression from his face and sitting back up, Mike following his lead.

“Okay, that’s- thank you,” Mike feels his eyes begin to water again as Will looks at him with complete certainly.

Will’s expression tightens, “you don’t have to- Mike.”

A tear slips from his right eye.

He opens them again, watery and gentle.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. We’re best friends okay? We’ll always be best friends.”

A string pulls in his chest. Tensing and painful in response to Will’s sincerity. A bittersweet taste in his mouth, as Mike realizes that he’ll never lose Will, but he’ll always want more.

Will holds Mike’s face in his hands once again. He swipes away a tear trailing down towards his chin.

“I love you way too much to ever lose that.”

Mike’s heart stutters to a stop and then beats faster and faster and faster at Will’s words.

At Will’s smile.

At him tilting Mike’s head down.

At him pressing his lips to Mike’s forehead, to his temple, to his cheek and pulling back to look at him.

Mike stares.

The sun catches Will once again, dancing across the side of his face, skating over the tear tracks drying on his cheeks and pushing gently through his hair.

Mike’s eyes find Will’s once again.

“Yeah?” Mike asks, breathless and hopeful.

“Yeah,” Will responds, sure and gentle.

The sun shines on them and dips over Will’s lips, Mike’s eyes travelling with the rays. He looks up to Will’s eyes again and Will answers before he can even ask.

“Yes.”

And he kisses Mike.

#byler #byler fic

[starrystevie]

25 for steddie? ❤️

25. playful biting

the first time eddie bit steve, neither of them really expected it. the party was all crowded together in the wheeler basement, loud and wild and palpable energy as they started steve's first ever campaign. he was seated next to eddie in a folding chair, much to mike’s chagrin (it’s his first game, michael, he gets this privilege. now roll or your paladin will face unknown horrors). they were damn near in each other’s laps with how tight the table was and steve’s arm was pressed against eddie’s, a welcome constant pressure.

and steve, he did extremely well for being a newbie. call it beginner's luck or the fact that he had eddie blow on his dice before every roll (which absolutely didn't make his heart flutter every time, no way), but each of his turns had the whole crew cheering. it was a fast campaign, a one shot to see if he would want to continue, and boy was eddie glad he had planned it that way. seeing the way steve concentrated on everyone else's moves, plotted with them to finish out the game with a victory, the wide and bright smile that broke out over his face when he landed a hit, it was intoxicating. steve was intoxicating.

at the end, it all came down to steve and his barbarian. everyone looked at him with big eyes, waiting to see if he would be the hero in the game like he was outside of it. he brought his hand up to eddie's face for one final blow, his eyebrows quirked and smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"that better work, munson." he murmured, low voice sending a jolt of electricity down eddie's spine. "i'm trusting you."

the dice rolled across the table as if in slow motion, everyone's eyes following its path before it stopped at the end of the table. erica was the first one to react, leaping up out of her chair with a deafing yell that spurred everyone else into excitement. "what did i do?!" steve yelled, his face nearly ripping in two with how wide his smile was. as he turned to look at eddie.

it was breath taking, the way steve looked at him. the way steve jumped in head first to play this game only because the people he loved wanted him to. the way steve could make everything exciting and fresh and overwhelmingly right. a laugh escaped eddie as he watched his party, his team, celebrate a well deserved win but what really had him going was the way steve had grabbed onto him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"i can't believe we won!" steve screamed out, too close to eddie's ear, but if that was the cost to holding steve then he was willing to pay it. the other man pulled back the slightest bit and looked eddie directly in the eye, his face flushed and eyes shining.

"thank you," steve said with a sincerity that felt too big that eddie didn't know what to do with the way it ran through his veins like lava other than to get his mouth on him.

he didn't mean to bite him, really. he didn't know what came over him but there was just something about how steve was lit up that made him do it. it wasn't hard for eddie's brain to go blank when he was around steve and that was the only excuse he could think of when the other man's eyes got wide as his teeth sunk into the skin at his wrist. steve was there and steve was this bright star that he had in his reach and steve was never something he thought he could ever let himself hold onto.

they didn't say anything afterwards. eddie jumped away almost as soon as it had happened, corralling the kids upstairs after karen wheeler yelled at them for the ruckus and telling them it was time to go home anyway. it wasn't until after everything was loaded up that steve stopped eddie as he got to his van.

"wanna tell me why you bit me?" he said a bit breathlessly, not accusing, not judging, just asking as if he was asking about the weather. he stood close to eddie, close enough that it made him want to wrap his arms around steve and never let him go again, but he knew that he was pushing his luck.

"just... wanted to."

there was no way to put into words how crazy he could make eddie feel. like he had to have him under his teeth to make sure he was real and not this perfect mirage in a desert that would fade away once he came to his senses. the forbidden fruit in the garden just waiting to turn eddie's whole fucking world upside down.

steve grinned, almost menacing in the dark with streetlights flickering off his pearly white teeth and eddie was struck with the idea that maybe he wanted steve's teeth on him instead.

"wanna do it again?"

and if steve showed up to hellfire the next night with a new character sheet filled out and a dozen purple bite marks hidden under his shirt then no one had to be the wiser.

#hi i know nothing about dnd other than what i've learned being an outsider so sorry if any of the vernacular is wrong!! #steddie #steddie prompt #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #this so got away from me i'm so sorry for the length #my writing #ask meme #steddie headcanon #steddie fic #steddie hc

[queer-whatchamacallit]

Just rewatched 1x04 “Dogs” and here’s what I got for ya :D

Carmy’s “It’s on me now,” when talking about the debt Mikey and Richie put The Beef in, he doesn’t want to get into it being “his brother’s house,” it seems like everything there leads back to Michael, and that’s how he likes it, but he never wants to talk about it

“Name one cohort, name an associate” is one of my favorite lines lmao

Carm seems especially hot tempered in this bit, maybe because he doesn’t want to be catering a kids party, maybe he’s just not doing great after Mike’s birthday

“I answer to Jeff, the system” I love how T has incorporated Carmy into her idea of how The Beef functions, at some point he became part of the system :]

Carmy going to Cicero’s old address both shows how much everything has changed while he was gone and that he very much didn’t have the energy to keep track of any of it

One of the big displays of how the Berzattos want to be listened to but never listen to each other is the Cicero vs Richie argument, they’ve been at each other’s throats over a simple misunderstanding for 5 whole years

I need the “how she fell down those stairs” story please please please

I’m sure we’ve seen the post about the Mr Szorski (?) and how if someone heard “one of the Berzatto boys committed suicide” their head would easily go to Carmy instead of Mikey and… yeah ow

People should call Richie “Dick” more, it’s literally his name

“Richie what the fuck is that?” Carmy asks and you can almost hear his stomach drop in his voice when he sees the Xanax, also, this in combination with the “is there a name for that thing where you’re scared of a good thing happening because you think something band’s gonna happen?” “Life?” Starts to feel like Richie does genuinely have anxiety shit, and Carm’s “Who doesn’t?” Creates an interesting dynamic between them, they’re both really fucked up and reassuring the other that it’s completely normal

Gotta love Carm’s brag of “homemade Ecto-cooler motherfucker!”

And Chester’s “it’s this radiant orchid that’s fly as fuck”

There’s also the post about Marcus blowing off his work for the donuts because he thinks that level of dedication is what Carmy wants and the 1x07 breakdown mostly being the result of miscommunication, and yeah, Marcus’ “I want it to be perfect, like that plum” contributes to that

“You have given Marcus a lot of confidence, well done” from Ebra to Syd is so sweet omg

When Carmy has to go inside the party, he asks for ketchup from anyone and everyone, trying to get out of there ASAP

I think one of Carmy’s biggest love languages is words of affirmation, ie: Pete saying he worked at the best restaurant in the world (and that’s not an exaggeration), plus Pete telling him later about following his career and stuff, and suddenly Carmy likes Pete now

Jimmy goes “that fuckin kid” and Richie just says “that kid” in a way that feels detached, pretty much any time Richie talks about Mike, it feels like he’s just stating facts and trying to keep his emotions out of it as much as possible

Pete (loml) being so insufferably awkward <333

But also him being so sincere and “she also really missed you a lot too,” Carm’s been completely bombarded by his family yelling at him and I can only imagine how nice it was to hear that

Unless the cross got stuck by his coat or something, Carm’s necklace is just a gold chain

Cicero isn’t Italian, but he’s still related to Carm’s dad

“When was the last time you saw him?” And “he never lands” both point to him being alive (at least that they know of, this is a reckless guy that was last seen 20 years ago)

“Drugs, alcohol, gambling, mostly because he insisted on doing stupid fuckin shit all the time” Carmy’s eyes looks up from what he was doing to look at the picture again and I have this thought that this is him going ‘hey, that sounds familiar’ and Jimmy starts talking about Carm’s dad hopping careers and Carm knows for sure that Michael was a lot like his dad

“I’m in there for 5 minutes, I start thinking about bad shit” “I think that’s why I like it so much,” he’s not someone who avoids reliving his traumas, he’s always trying to take what hurt him and regain power over it, and now, we know he’s aware of this pattern of his

I think the kid in Cicero’s dream was Carmy. I think he really tried to look out for the Berzatto siblings, but the other two were already affected by their dad’s presence, unlike Carmy who just saw his absence, but Cicero always tried to put on a brave face and offer a helping hand to Carm. They seem close

“Taste it and tell me it’s shitty,” I don’t think Tina’s ever had that level of effort and care required of her in The Beef, and now, she’s terrified that when she really, truly cares, it won’t be good enough

But it is, and her “Thanks Jeff… Chef” means the world to me

Carmy isn’t good at articulating his thoughts, but sometimes, he’ll figure out his own methods of non-verbal communication, like his point to Marcus, and I think Marcus does get his intended “I care, good job Chef, I love to see you improving” from it

So I think that is all!

#my bear rewatch #the bear #the bear fx #the bear meta #headcanon #theory #thought dump #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #richie jerimovich #jimmy cicero #uncle jimmy #tw drugs #marcus brooks #marcus the bear #tina the bear #sydney adamu

[scover-va]

I need to know more about Michael's mom... Is she a cool mom?

SHE IS A VERY COOL MOM janet afton you will always be famous. to me

Im taking this as a chance to finally ramble abt her anyways so Janet's core inspo when designing her was to avoid 2 key things. Don't make her like Immortal & Th Restless's Clara (due to clara representing michael, not mrs afton, so i wanted to avoid that), and don't base her too heavily off of Ballora. I still have ties to Ballora's character (a music-based theme, blue-centric colour palette, im sure there were more basic ideas but everything else is more hc than themes to keep up) due to my hc thingy of each Funtime having ties to William's wife + kids, but yknow.

But yeah. Funky lady who played bass guitar + did backup vocals in a band during her high school and college years. Literally her and William dating can be summed up by "Seriously, what do you see in that guy?!" "He makes me laugh." bc she was and is WAY out of his goddamn league. Not just bc of the whole serial killer thing he was just an even bigger loser in college. Normal people dont develop a crush on a woman after she nearly breaks your nose and makes you bleed, William /j

But yeah uhh. I also dont like the idea of her being absent or neglectful purely because I got way too attached to her (i was originally gonna do that just to make things easy for myself but. Pretty lady,,, I am a very simple lesbian what can i say) so like. She obviously wasnt the greatest, most fantastic mom to ever exist given she was kinda maybe sorta well aware William was making some weird fucking clowns, but like. Hey. She tried. Also side note my reasoning for her being absent during the whole. Yknow. '83 event (and just evan's bday in general) is bc Evan + Elizabeth are twins and Elizabeth demanded a girls-only trip for her bday, and Janet promised Evan she'd do something just as special for him when she got back. That never happened bc he died lmao loser /j

But yeah uhh. Shes got a lot of regrets. Wishes she coulda done a lot of things better. Kinda dies with those regrets. Ive seen people say that one of fnaf's charms is that no character is 100% good and i LOVE that, and wanted to keep it up with Janet. Good mom and overall a good person, however made some bad decisions along the way and whatnot.

Im still working out specifics (ive been slowly working on a lil private fic abt her and william meeting + their early relationship) but uhhh. Minor notes that dont get their own paragraphs is that William sampled her voice for Ballora so yay easy voice claim, she had an on and off relationship with her band's lead singer (her name's Bev), her birth name is actually Janice Schmidt but if you call her Janice she'll knock at least 2 of ur teeth out, she's a runaway teen and got adopted by this older couple bc her home life kinda sucked (idk specifics yet), and also girlie has an extensive criminal record of minor angsty teen type charges. Also teen Mike dying his hair and then 2020's Michael's hairstyle are both kinda references to Janet's hair because he wnated to look less like his father. Thats all ty. No read more bc you WILL look at my mrs afton post, boy /j

Actually no theres more that im remembering as i write the tags and edit a few details. Back to her and William because god im insane about them. So for starters it. Well i was gonna say Janet was def the first to flirt but i think William definitely developed a crush first and they only kept talking bc of said crush so its kinda up for debate. Anyways yeah at first it was a HUGE sorta like "Well he's funny especially when I fluster him so this can be just a fun lil thing" but because they chatted more they def kinda like. Clicked more. William was a huge fan of listening to her music (from. a distance. he looked kinda like a creep but at least janet only misinterpreted it once) but like *specifically* janet he didnt give a fucking shit abt the rest of the band. Uhh. They had their first run-in and janet kinda. Well. Punched him in the nose before he cleared up that he is NOT a pervert or anything weird like that (bc a guy that looks older than he is staring from a distance when there is a clear crowd he could join kinda gave janet the Wrong idea), then they later bumped into each other in the hall and chatted for a bit, then they kinda just kept "accidentally" running into one another. Uhhh. Some cigaerette-themed flirting and a house party later, yay dating :] can you tell where the current cut-off of the fic is /j Also idk how to put this down properly but they are both runaways and can kinda. Get that vibe from one another. Literally Michael is like some fucked up abomination of the both of them between the troubled past + weird situationship thing + runaway stuff + a lot of minor details that arent important rn. I just. Yeah Janet means the world to me go thru her tag on my blog for some art. Not all of my janet art is posted but the non-posted stuff is all concept work/doodles or just. Shit im too embarrassed to post lmao. Anyways NOW im done ty for reading

#scov.txt #janet afton #fnaf: hauntings of the past au #scov.ocs #it goes into the oc tag bc fuck you thats why #RRAUAGAH I AM. SO INSANE OVER HER #afton family and their weird gay situationships. aka will + henry and mike + jeremy and janet + bev #IK A LOT OF THIS ISNT EVEN ABT HER KIDS im so sorry #i dont have a lotta thoughts on evan and honestly i domt have a lot of family details figured out #like. everything is kinda just. general basics #plus also i dont wanna give janet too much focus on account of shes not. extremely important #she has her role to play in the au but theres far more influential characters yknow?? #anyways for those of you who have read this far both w/ post and tags. i have one last thing to share #my gf and i have a spinoff au and she and henry are currently dating (both got divorced long in advance dw) #(like. several decades ago. bc this is ghost shenanigans in the sb era) #thats all ty and gn (<- not sleeping its just night where i am)

[most-canon-non-canon-ship-poll]

literally hoping they break up in the last season

Why Mileven is shit - a submission-based essay, part 2/3

Mileven - a currently canon het ship from the Stranger Things fandom between Michael (Mike) Wheeler and Jane (Eleven) Ives/Hopper/Byers/IDK

they NEED to breakup (AGAIN) in the final season let's start w their character arcs rn. el was born in a lab and was raised VERY strict to be a weapon and shit. she escapes and now her whole arc is finding herself and being who she is separate to what people tell her she is. mike comes from a lowkey conservative family with parents who are married only to fit into the normal, not because they love each other. his arc, similar to his sisters' struggle in earlier seasons, is to not fall into conformity just because you feel like you should. both of these stories line up with the main moral of the show: be who you are even if it isn't "normal" ot whatever now how does mileven go against this? mike, and a bunch of ppl around el, in the earlier seasons keeps telling el what she should do/be. even in the later seasons we see mike refering to el as a "superhero" (which she doesn't like). neither of them feel free to be themselves around the other (shown by el lying to mike and mike being WAY out of character around el, etc). mike literally can't tell el he loves her while not under pressure. mileven sometimes parallels mike's parents' and sta.cy (a failed conformity relationship) and other bad relationships ANYWAYS it also reallyyyy pains will byers (who's been canonically in love with mike for like years, and mike's best friend) to see this. also, milevens keep harassing will/mike shippers on anon even months after the last season. like they have a hate discord server just for it. anyways i love mike and el but ohhh my god there is still SO much i haven't mentioned about how bad they are together (and how bad shippers often are, sometimes being violently homophobic and calling bylers delusional and shit)

OOOH IT FUCKING SUCKS THEY ARE SOOOOOO BAD FOR EACH OTHER JESUS THEY DON'T COMMUNICATE LIKE EVER THEY ARE BOTH CLEARLY IN IT BECAUSE OF THE EXPECTATION OF A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE THEY CAN'T CONFIDE IN EACH OTHER THEY DON'T SHARE ANY INTERESTS THEY'RE HAVING CONFLICT MORE OFTEN THAN NOT THANK *GOD* I AM UTTERLY CONVINCED THEY ARE HEADING FOR A CANONICAL PERMANENT BREAKUP. NOT TO MENTION THEY ARE BOTH GAY AS HELL TO ME. YOU SEEN THAT "THIS SHIP IS SO CANON AND IT'S A LESBIAN AND A GAY MAN" TWEET? YEAH. FUCK THIS STUPID FUCKING SHIP NOT TO MENTION THE SHIPPERS ARE FREQUENTLY OPENLY HOMOPHOBIC. UGHHHHHHH KILLING BITING (this is my fave btw)

they have no chemistry or buildup unlike the other st couples. they kissed season 1 right after she asked if he would be her brother. hes very obviously compensating for something. i think i gagged when they made out in season 3. speaking of. thats all they do. make out. they dont really have meaningful conversations. this also comes from the fact that when mike met her she was fresh out the lab that abused her for like 11 years. she was not socially ready to understand the bounds of a platonic relationship let alone a romantic one. anyway mileven break up s5 will happen i believe it. if nothing else. cross ur fingers gamers

the sheer homophobia and general toxicity that the fans of this ship create is absolutely insane when their perfect (read: mischaracterized) straight (read: homosexually-coded) couple is judged for having toxic or incompatible elements is insane. the only good romantic aspect between these two characters is in a cringefail "wow this really doesn't work at all" i-want-to-put-this-dynamic-under-a-microscope-and-study-it-because-it's-an-absolute-trainwreck" kind of way. el has been abused and cut off from society her whole life and at 12 years old she immediately gets together with this guy at whose earth shattered after his best friend went missing who then has surviors guilt after she almost does which is misconstrued as romantic rather than unhealthy obsession and trauma. and so on and so forth.. there's just so much wrong they lie to each other So Fucking Much despite truthfulness being very important to them and they ignore their friends to make out (which is filmed in a way that is meant to feel uncomfortable btw lmao) and el doesn't understand mike's trauma from bullying and he doesn't understand how she doesn't want to be built up into being a superhero etc etc. and it's just so increasingly bad I want to rub my temples just thinking about them. they're just so bad for each other and their relationship has done nothing but make them worse in general but for some reason their ship is viewed as fluffy or cute or whatever the hell. anyway mike is so heavily coded to be fucking gay and in love with his best friend (and el can be interpreted to be lesbian coded) and I just need to get them out of there amen

I'm gonna make a list bc the reasons are many: 1) their first casual interaction they get together but in the same conversation she asks him if she can be like a sister to him 2) all their "cute moments" are them making out in the 3rd season with still absolutely no chemistry 3) their only actual cute scene is them dancing at the snowball yet in the same scene they portray the same way two couples that are not romantic 4) mike becomes a terrible person when he's with eleven 5) eleven literally GOT OUT OF A LAB SHE WAS RAISED IN and this is the first guy she dated 6) she can't even say he's a good kisser 7) mike can't tell her that he loves her (bc he doesn't) and the only time he does he makes this whole ugly ass speech up about how she's his "superhero" even though she doesn't want to be seen only for her superpowers 8) in said speech, while listing the things that he loves about her, he only names her superpowers + he lies multiple times 9) EVEN AFTER SAID SPEECH she is still mad at him and won't talk to him (probably bc she saw right through his bs) 10) she spent a whole 6 months lying to him about all of her life 11) mike is clearly gay and is meant to be with his childhood best friend will 12) mike idolizes her and doesn't see her as an actual person 13) eleven needs to be her own person (ffs she just got out of a lab) 14) the ship sucks and even the authors and actors say so

they have NO chemistry. they kissed after one week of knowing each other when they were 12 and eleven didn't even know what a romantic relationship was at the time, given the fact that right before mike kisses her she says "will you be like my brother?". they spent the entirety of season 2 apart with mike calling el on his walkie and el watching romantic movies on the tv for a year (then will is in trouble and mike says 'fuck it' and goes full protective boyfriend mode but this isn't about byler so i digress) and start dating soon after they meet again even though they haven't had a SINGLE conversation and are barely friends. season 3 comes along and the writers do their utmost best to show us how incompatible they are. their makeout scenes are uncomfortable, they break up at the beginning of the season and neither one of them seems particularly bothered that their first relationship is over. in fact, the happiest we see el in the entire series is during the time they're broken up, when she gets close to max (who she actually has chemistry with, by the way) and finally experiences freedom, being a teenage girl and etc since mike had been "keeping her all to himself" for like, a year. aside from that, he doesn't go after her at all after she dumps his ass (literally) but when he and will have a fight, he bikes across town in the rain just to apologize, that boy is GAY. finally, the theme of season 4 is lies and once again, mike and el spend the season apart (once again, mike spends the season with WILL) and right before they part ways, they have a big fight about mike being unable to so much as WRITE "love, mike" on his letters to el, let alone say it, and he bullshits his way through it and refuses to say the actual reason until vol. 2, when he apparently "confesses" that he's afraid he'll lose her if he says it (okay, amigo, you're gonna lose your girlfriend who was literally begging you to say 'i love you' not even a week ago, aham, totally valid excuse). conclusion: they don't know each other and they don't act like themselves when they're together. mike hides his nerdy nature, el feels like she has to be the amazing superhero he's always viewed her as or else he'll lose interest and it just feels like they're both grasping at straws because this relationship has been dragged on for too long that they don't know how to break up permanently. they are afraid of losing each other, but not romantically, as mike was el's first semblance of family after escaping the lab and mike feels like it's his duty to protect and care for el. also, mike is gay. in other words, FREE THEM.

#propaganda #why [ship name] is shit #the (s)hit list #not a poll #anti milkvan #anti mileven #again - #byler #kinda?

[angelofrainfrogs]

Going Back: Ch. 3

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn. 

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once. 

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined. 

Rating: T

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“Oh shit…,” Michael breathed in a whisper, he and Charlie stopping in their tracks. The voices muttering from the darkness were completely unfamiliar, as were the way they snapped at each other. The closest Michael could compare it to was when he’d bickered with Lizzie and Evan as kids. With a grimace, he leaned towards Charlie to whisper in her ear. “I think these might be other kids who… you know.”

He couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder at where the endoskeletons stood, still and silent in their dismantled states. With a shudder, he also recalled the image of three small bodies wearing demented S.T.A.F.F. bot masks. Out of the trio, Michael had only recognized Hannah’s tiny, frozen frame.

“Hey, um… we’re not here to hurt you,” he said, trying to sound calm despite his racing mechanical heart. Charlie may have done this sort of thing many times, but Mike was still new to the whole concept of giving recently-deceased children her Gift. Keeping a tight hold of Charlie, he offered the voices a tiny smile, unsure if they could actually see it in the darkness. “I’m Michael, and this is Charlie. We’re friends.”

To the girl at his side, he whispered: “I thought you said Hannah was the only one that came back!” 

Charlie gave him a hard shrug so he could feel her equal confusion.

“I tried to bring back three kids. I only got Hannah,” Charlie explained in a hush. She alternated into a louder call, adding a tense smile to her voice just like Mike. “Hello? I’m Charlie! We only want to help—”

Then, it was back to whispering with Michael. “—these must be the other two. I didn’t sense anything when we came in here today; they must’ve been hiding!”

It was the most logical conclusion she could draw.

“Can you believe they're whispering about us like we're not here?” sounded a voice from directly behind them, making Charlie actually jump in shock. “Hellooo? Do you guys work here? One of your stupid employees locked us in this shitty room!”

As one, Charlie and Michael whipped around and saw the two apparitions. Charlie took stock of the way they looked and it made her regret opening her eyes. They were two pale, fair-haired boys. Their heads from the crown to their jawline were leaking steady streams of blood, so vivid and dark that Charlie thought it was all a bad dream for a moment—too much at once to be real.

“Yeah,” the other agreed, crossing his arms and leaning against his brother, his crooked neck making him a little shorter than his sibling. “You guys sure took your sweet time finding us.” 

It took all of Michael’s willpower not to scream at the sight of the ghosts. He was used to apparitions that were indistinguishable from living humans unless you looked really hard—these boys appearing as they did the moment they died was something else entirely. Their bleeding heads reminded Michael way too much of Evan’s mangled body after he’d been pried from the jaws of Golden Freddy…

Despite William’s instruction to stay in the back room, Michael couldn’t resist the urge to see the damage he’d done to his brother. That whole day was a horrendous blot of darkness in Michael’s memory, but the image of Evan’s bloodied, slack-jawed face with eyes rolled far back into his skull was the focus of his nightmares for decades afterwards.

Finally releasing Charlie, Mike pressed a hand over his mouth and tried to take deep breaths as he started to tremble. However, this only strengthened the scent of death and decay he inhaled from the bodies in the corner, so he quickly scrapped that idea, thankful androids didn’t need to breathe. He didn’t want to offend or upset the kids—it wasn’t their fault they looked like that—but Michael wasn’t going to be any help until he cleared his head first.

“J-Just give me a s-sec,” he choked out, meeting Charlie’s gaze for the briefest second before fully turning away. 

“Yo, lady is he gonna throw up?” the first boy asked, peeking over to where Michael was taking a time out. Charlie tried her best to shield Mike with her body and distract the spirits.

“Him? Nah, don't even worry about him. What's your names?” Charlie begun to investigate, trying to figure out exactly how much they knew what was really going on.

The more dominant of the two brothers stepped forward and jabbed a thumb towards himself. “We're Cain and Quinn. I’m Cain; he’s not. Figure the rest out. I'm getting tired of being locked in this room, so can you tell your friend to hurry up?”

The snappy tone was not helping the situation, making Charlie narrow her eyes at the pair.

“Bad news, kid,” she said bursting the thirteen year old's bubble. “We don't work here. Besides, last time we checked that door could open...”

Now the children stirred uncomfortably, false confidence that was there before met with uncertainty. The two brothers looked between each other, concerned. Charlie, in the meantime, looked behind herself and took stock of her friend still recovering from the initial shock. It was how Hannah looked too, until she remembered. Then it was all a matter of keeping one's emotions in check to control their appearance. Something told her it might take a moment to help these stubborn kids, and with Michael still trembling they would get nowhere fast.

Charlie walked over and rubbed between Mike's shoulder blades as she spoke to the boys. “How long have you guys been in here?”

This only seemed to cause the brothers more confusion, sharing a quizzical look amongst themselves. Cain was the first to speak again.

“Like a week—”

“—You don't know what you're talking about.” Quinn rolled his eyes, his voice taking on a less ethereal tone. “It's been like a night.”

“No! Shut up; okay, like—we've been in here for a week. Quinn doesn't remember anything. Ass-hat...” Cain bickered back, adamant about how lost they were before, and how long they seemed to have been trapped in the darkness.

As the boys argued, Michael managed to pull himself together and straighten up. Luckily this was getting to be an easier task each time, the panic attacks less debilitating when he reminded himself of two important facts: William was gone for good, and Evan and Lizzie forgave him for how horrible he'd been as a snot-nosed teenager.

Speaking of such children, when Michael turned around he was able to get a good look at Cain and Quinn. Beneath the blood trail, they seemed like totally average kids—albeit pissed-off ones, though Mike certainly couldn't blame them.

“Sorry you got stuck here, guys,” he told them, offering a weak, sympathetic smile. He paused, then gestured awkwardly to the dark room. “Stuck in general, I mean, with... with what happened. You got brought back last night because of Charlie here.” He patted his friend's shoulder, also as reassurance that he was okay and she could now focus her concern on the ghost kids. “She was trying to see if anyone was still hanging around so she could help you out.” 

Cain threw up his arms, exclaiming: “Yes! That's what I was trying to say! We need help—wait, what do you mean brought back?”

He’d been sidetracked, looking between the strangers with animosity. When Cain glanced to his brother, it was almost like he was seeing the blood for the first time.

“—SHIT! Dude, your head!” The boy pointed, cowering away from his sibling.

As Quinn looked back he gasped, seeing an equivalent shimmering dried blood on Cain’s horrified face. “MY head?! Dude, your head!”

The proceeded to touch each other's skulls without the ability to really feel the pain. It looked painful, but almost synchronically the twins found out nothing really hurt. Not anymore.

“Guys, you've been in this room for at least a week. How do you think you've been eating…?” Charlie asked them, allowing the truth to sink in silently for a moment.

“Damn it! I knew we shouldn't have followed that weird kid inside...,” Quinn griped regrettably. His arms crossed as they blamed everything but themselves. Why should they have trusted the grimy, neighborhood outcast to begin with?

…Because it’d been something to do, was the answer, ironic in its simplicity. The twins didn't have money to spend on games or pizza at the mall, so they snuck in alongside a boy who promised they could get free pies and games if they were careful about it.

Michael frowned at the mention of a “weird kid,” but decided not to question it right now. They needed to focus on getting Quinn and Cain to accept they were dead without them having a mental breakdown, if possible.

“Hey, guys?” Mike spoke up, calling the twins' attention to him. “Look, I'm not going to lie: this situation sucks. You don't deserve what happened to you—you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” He let that sink in, hoping the kids wouldn't be too offended by his more direct approach. 

“But, unfortunately... you're not the only one this happened to,” Michael went on, his voice a bit softer along with his expression. He slung an arm around Charlie's shoulders, trying to sell the twins on their casual, friendly demeanor. He pointed his free thumb to Charlie, then to himself. “Charlie and I? We've been working to put things right, and we've found a few other kids that ended up like you. It's horrible and you have every right to be upset—but just know that you're not alone. If you want, we can take you to see the others; they're always up for new friends... Well, once we figure out how to get out of this room.”

He glanced sidelong at Charlie, hoping he hadn't overstepped whatever routine she had for dealing with these temperamental ghosts. 

Charlie gave Michael a supportive nod, appreciating the help. Being essentially this company’s personal grim reaper was tiring. While she’d never had someone assist her in talking down spectral children before, she found it helped exponentially—especially when there was more than one lost soul to comfort.

“Just like that? Dude—right on our 13th birthdays?” Cain asked, arms bent at the elbows and facing palm up. When he looked to his brother and found him unresponsive, Cain nudged Quinn roughly. The sudden, jarring memory of a spike bursting through the top of his brother's skull, blood spraying out like an aggressively shaken can of pop had made Cain weak in the knees as he began to really shake his shell-shocked brother. “QUINN, ANSWER ME, I'M FREAKING OUT!”

It wasn't long before Charlie came over, touching the volatile kid's shoulder. She had some words of encouragement, but found she didn't need them as Cain turned and beat the sides of his fists against her ineffectively.

“No! Don't touch me! I-I'm not dead, okay?! I'm not and neither is he! Got it?!” The threat was vague and scared, coupled with Cain’s writhing as Charlie caught his wrists in her hands. She simply held them as Cain began to weep, all while his brother stared deeply into the rusted grain of the floor.

Hesitantly, Michael moved to Quinn's side, crouching slightly to look into his blood-smattered face. The boy's gaze was far away, and Mike could only imagine what horrors he was reliving.

“Hey...,” he murmured, reaching out a tentative hand and touching his shoulder. Quinn winced away, causing Michael to snatch his hand back with a quick apology. “Sorry! Sorry...”

He paused, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced to where Charlie was trying to comfort the other twin. Eventually, Michael turned his focus back to Quinn with all the empathy he could possibly muster.

“Okay, so you guys had the shittiest 13th birthday ever... I get that. Mine sucked ass, too.” He offered a tiny smile, though it garnered no response. “But you want to know something kind of cool? You guys have powers now—Charlie can show you how to use them. At least that's something, right?”

“Powers?” Quinn finally perked up. Perhaps friends and powers could make up for the world’s suckiest birthday party...

Charlie eventually resigned that Cain, in all of his impotent rage, had given up the fight quickly and chose to sob into the front of her shirt. There she would pet down the back of his head, encouraging him to cry it all out as she watched his brother’s progress.

“Yep. You guys are going to feel a little silly for being so upset,” she said to hype up the only pros there were to being dead. “Floating, transparency, and did you know you can just possess things?”

Quinn gave a shrug, a small smile cracking at the corner of his lips.

“Cain? Hey... I-I'm sorry, lady—uh, Charlie. You know, for my brother...” Quinn pulled his more emotional sibling away and hugged him, their appearances becoming more normal and their features more clear. Not to her complete shock, Charlie found herself recognizing the brothers from one of the many missing person’s flyers that had found their way into the basement.

“Seriously, you don’t have to apologize,” Michael spoke up for Charlie, knowing she wouldn’t mind. He stood again, flashing her a relieved grin before looking back to the brothers. “Like we said, we’re here to help—both with the bad stuff and the awesome things like supernatural powers.”

Mike glanced around the room, his eyes settling again on the sliver of light coming from underneath the doorway. His grin brightened and he raised a questioning eyebrow at the twins.

“Actually, maybe you can test one of them out? We’ve got to get out of this room, but the button for the door is on the outside—do either of you think you’d be up for trying to phase through walls?” He shoved his hands in his pockets and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Personally I think that’s a great one to start with—it’s a classic, after all.” 

Quinn wondered if he and Cain could go together. It took a minute to get his sibling to calm down, and though their words earlier were harsh to each other, the two appeared to get along better when the other was in need. As Cain wiped his eyes, his told his brother: “I know you want to go, you better not leave me here.”

The threat was empty, but Quinn seemed to appreciate it nonetheless and escorted Cain towards the door. With beginner’s luck, the two of them phased through the thick metal in a singular step. Their forms disappeared for all but a moment before the door was opened again.

“Good job, you both!” Charlie cheered, covering her eyes from the obnoxious glare of the light in the main room.

Mike leaned into Charlie again, placing a gentle hand on her back as he murmured in her ear: “I’m going to dismantle the last endo—give me two minutes.”

True to his word, Michael sped back to the last “active” robot and made quick work of decommissioning it beyond repair. Returning to Charlie’s side, he tugged her arm to pull her away from the kids. Thankfully, Cain and Quinn were involved in a heated debate over which ghostly power was the best so Charlie could spare a second to speak with Michael.

“We should definitely take these two down to Henry and the others like… now,” Michael stated, then gave a little sigh. “It’ll be tricky, but I don’t think we should let Sammy see anyone but my siblings and your dad today, if we can help it. He’s clearly stressed as hell, and it’ll be hard enough for him to deal with three ghosts he knows, let alone four more random dead kids... Maybe we take the twins down to Cassidy and Hannah, and give them a heads-up to keep a low profile? We can just keep Sammy in Henry’s workshop while we visit.” 

The disturbed twins were distracted enough, walking on ahead and independently of Michael and Charlie. She agreed with her friend, feeling their best chances were letting Quinn and Cain hang out with Cassidy. Charlie was sure they’d get along with their comparatively abrasive personalities, and it was the best option not to stress her brother out as much as humanly possible.

“For sure—” she whispered back. Her dad could probably handle a bunch of kids running around, ghosts or not. After all, it used to be his job to keep them entertained. “—I'll tell them. Hey guys, wait up! We're going to take you to see Cassidy and Hannah!”

Quinn and Cain glanced at Charlie from over their shoulders, and Quinn pulled aggressively on his brother's arm to stop Cain's gait.

“Yo dumbass, pay attention!” Quinn scolded his more air-headed counterpart. When Cain turned around, he roughly shoved Quinn to make him lose his balance.

“Boys! Come on, stop being so rough! There's video games in the basement if you're good!” Charlie enticed, causing the two to speed back and latch onto her side in an attempt at obedience.

“Yup—tons of games that aren't even in the normal arcades!” Michael added to sweeten the deal. “You've just got to follow us and not wander off, okay? It's not too far of a walk.”

With that he would lead the charge, trusting Charlie to bring up the rear and occasionally checking over his shoulder to make sure that Cain and Quinn were walking between them. The boys were definitely rowdy, but their latent uncertainty of their situation combined with the small trust they'd built between themselves and these seemingly-friendly adults was enough to keep them from wandering out of their sight. After many twisting passages and downwards staircases, they made it to the hallway that marked the official entrance to the old Pizzeria.

“Alright guys, we're super close now!” Michael said, turning to face the twins and walking backwards a few paces. He could tell they were getting restless and hoped that seeing more kids and/or Henry would help ease their nerves. Turning back around, Michael was suddenly hit with the sense that someone—or something—was watching him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to groan. How he could've forgotten about the other entity residing down here, he had no idea...

It was a toss-up whether kids would be freaked out or entranced by an amalgamation of animatronic parts, so Michael called out loud enough for his voice to echo throughout the cavernous space: “We'll go visit my Uncle Henry first—Charlie's dad. He's super cool and will take care of you guys. We can introduce anyone else down here later, so they should stay put until I call them out.”

As he spoke the last word Michael reached the door to Henry's workshop. He knocked, finding it unlocked and opening at his touch. He ushered the trio inside quickly, then turned to see his uncle standing by his workbench.

“Oh!” Henry exclaimed, his face immediately lighting up at the sight of Charlie and Mike, then softening into a mildly confused expression when he saw the boys at their side. “Hello, everyone; I wasn't sure when to expect you. I see you found some new… friends?”

“OOOH!” Lizzie gasped, popping out from the inner hatch of the charging pod she’d seen her dad finally die inside of. “More friends?! Hello! Hiiii, Michael~”

Lizzie waved to the group, seeming in good spirits. When she spied the two boys, Elizabeth turned her nose up; she’d been playing with Cassidy and Hannah, and felt it unnecessary to hang around the rough-looking twins.

“Evan! It's two boys!” she called, eyes widening when Quinn and Cain came to take an experimental wander around Henry's workshop.

“You’re Charlie's dad?” asked Cain, picking up various wrenches, unable to keep his hands to himself as Quinn meandered towards Elizabeth.

After clearing her throat, Charlie came over to greet her dad with a hug.

“Sorry I keep finding more!” she remarked in a jovial tone, not quite upset as long as the kids were okay. “We can't stay for long; we have to go find Sammy, but we'll be right back with him.”

“Oh, um—alright,” Henry said, looking a bit frazzled by the sudden influx of kids as he hugged onto Charlie. However, he certainly couldn't fault his daughter for trying to give those taken away by William's cruelty a second chance. After letting go, Henry turned to Cain and flashed him a kind smile, crouching down and thrusting out a hand. “And yes, I'm Charlie's dad—you can call me Henry. It's nice to meet you...?” 

“Cain!” The boy pointed to himself, then to his brother, gesturing widely and attaching his name along with him.

Congruently, Quinn stared through Elizabeth whilst trying to figure out something to say. Eventually, he settled for asking: “So… do you like Foxy?”

He figured it’d be beneficial to see which Fazbear characters this girl favored as a way of getting to know one of the ghosts he might be spending eternity with. The question put sparkles in Liz’s eyes, and she felt less nervous with some common ground between them.

Meanwhile, Evan had been playing quietly in the corner with a couple of slightly-charred Freddy and Bonnie plushies, making a big show of Freddy absolutely kicking Bonnie's ass. He jumped to his feet at the sound of his brother's voice, dropping the toys and already rushing over before Lizzie called his name.

“Mike!” Evan exclaimed, latching onto Michael's leg and grinning up at him, completely ignoring the new faces.

“Oof—hey, buddy!” Michael laughed, ruffling Evan's hair until he let go. “How's everything been?”

“Good! I can run around so much now; it's awesome!” Evan had vowed never to be stuck inside a robot again, no matter what.

“I'm glad,” Michael replied, the anxiety he had about leaving his siblings alone disappearing with the words. They seemed just fine with Henry to watch over them, as expected. Placing a hand on Evan's shoulder, Michael turned him around to face the room and pointed to the twins. “Did you hear Lizzie? We brought some new friends—you want to say hi?”

Evan hesitated for a moment, biting his lip. Then he slipped his hand into Michael's and gave a little nod. Even after all this time, the kid was still a bit people-shy. With a soft smile, Mike walked him over to the new boys—he'd introduce them, then head back up top with Charlie to grab the rest of their ever-expanding group of companions.

When Cain spotted Evan, he looked to the younger boy with a slight smile on his face. At least they wouldn't be alone—even though they had each other, there was only so much comfort they could give in such strange circumstances. Now that the support group was larger, the twins felt a little safer at the resignation of their fate.

***

As Michael and Charlie departed, a spring in their steps after they’d rescued more lost souls, they slowed their pace in tandem upon hearing a metallic banging in the vents.

“WHY CAN'T WE-E SAY H-HI-I?” asked the pneumatic and coarse voice inside.

“Because you're freaky,” Michael replied without missing a beat, turning towards the noise. Sure enough there was a grated opening to the vents just overhead, through which a lone eyeball suspended on a wire peeked through. If Michael squinted, he could just make out a hint of the white clown mask lingering in the darkness. He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“These kids just realized they've met a bad end and are trying to adjust—they don't need to see you coming at them on top of everything else,” Michael explained, gazing up at Ennard. He clenched his teeth for a moment, then pointed out a fact that he hoped would curb Ennard's desire to see the new kids. “Besides, they're with Elizabeth right now and I don't think you want to bother her, do you?”

Another pause, then Michael rolled his eyes high to the sky and muttered: “Also I'm sure you wanted to say hi to me the most, anyway, so... hi.” He lifted a hand slightly in a sarcastic wave.

Ennard shrunk at the sound of Lizzie's cheerful voice echoing through the hall, having to admit that Michael was right. Of course Ennard just came out to greet him.

“HI MIKEY...” Their eyeball batted affectionately his way. Then to some extent Ennard extended the hello to Charlie, their tone muter but still with a friendly nature to it. Charlie imparted a smile and a wave, but before she could say anything in return Ennard turned their focus back to Michael.

“WE HELPED OUT... ENNARD BROUGHT THE RABBIT AND THE FOX UP...” They pointed, trying to communicate that they moved the powered-down units for Samuel to more easily work on them. The other busted robots were already in Parts & Services, waiting for Sammy’s attentive hands.

“Really?” Though Michael was loathe to admit it, he did appreciate Ennard's desire to assist where they could, even when Michael himself wasn't present. “Uh... thanks, I suppose. I'm sure Sammy appreciated the help. Did Sammy actually see you? Or... have an actual conversation with you?”

Once he remembered Ennard's presence in the basement, Michael had already begun plotting ways to get the robot to stay away while they brought Sammy down so the poor man didn't pass out again from being overwhelmed. However, while Michael still didn't necessarily want them to interact, if Sammy was at least aware of his mysterious helper's presence it might make things easier in the long run...

“WE ARE SHY...” Ennard admitted. They were well aware that human adults would judge him more harshly than, say, a lone child. They elaborated, telling Michael, “WE... WROTE HIM A NOTE.” As Sammy would’ve been confused as to how all of the animatronics were found so easily, especially after Vanessa lost them so spectacularly.

“Oh goodie,” Charlie murmured, not trying to sound worried as she imagined how Sammy would’ve reacted to such a letter. Given Ennard’s vernacular and fractured thoughts, she couldn't imagine the text was particularly easy to comprehend.

“I'm sure he appreciated that. Thank you, Ennard,” she encouraged anyway. At least the letter was a nice thought to add in addition to the good deed.

“Great...,” Michael sighed heavily, echoing Charlie's sentiment. He then patted her back, urging her to start walking again. “Right, well, we're actually going to get Sammy right now and bring him down here, so keep out of sight, okay?” He turned to follow Charlie, throwing a hand up and over his shoulder in what could possibly be considered a slightly friendly gesture of parting. “We'll be back soon.”

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Random Musing #1: Jonathan doesn't call Lonnie "dad" and instead calls him by his first name. I think this plays into the power of naming things theme that is in both A Neverending Story and A Wizard of Earthsea. And how El and Will both have to learn some distance from their abusers. El started getting closure from Brenner at the end of S4. Him dying could lead to her starting to process her abuse and stop referring to him as Papa and just call him by his name. And Will has some loose ends to tie up with Lonnie. There is clearly more to the story here. He doesn't mention Lonnie ever. We only get a glimpse of him and Jonathan talking about Lonnie in S1. To me, Will seems like he is trying to be a good kid and not cause problems for his parents so he goes along with the plans to go to the baseball game. He's bothered by the fighting and is the kind of kid who would not want to upset anyone even if he's uncomfortable. But Jonathans prompting suggests that he doesn't really like spending time with his father. He grudgingly admits that they never do what he wants to do and it's only about what Lonnie wants. We don't see the two interacting but from the way Jonathan, Joyce, and Hopper respond to Lonnie he isn't well liked and we know he was abusive to both Jonathan and Will (Will seemingly getting the worst of it). So him also learning to separate himself from his father is important.

Hopper could be a good prompt here. Jonathan sets an example of how someone distanced themselves from their abuser - he doesn't forgive Lonnie, doesn't acknowledge him unless he has to, and doesn't accept any implications of closeness to him. Whereas Hopper sets an example of what a good father actually looks like. He's protected both Will and El in the past and I think it's safe to assume he will continue to do so. This also plays into the whole Will and El are interchangeable and El is a projection of Will theory.

Random Musing #2: Totally unrelated to the above. Ted's line of "you see what happens Michael" in S1 in relation to Mike being worried about Will going missing implies that he has discussed this with Mike before. There are a lot of implications of Will having gone missing because he's gay and how the town knows this and is talking about it. A lot of people have already gone into this so I won't here. But Ted saying this line plays into the theory that something already happened with Will and Mike when they were younger and Ted had to talk to him about it. He probably did this in the name of protecting him. A conversation about how it's dangerous to act the way they do when they are together and how people won't understand. And then Will goes missing and "you see what happens Michael". This would just further enforce Mike's behavior in S3 where he overcompensates and tries to push himself to like girls. It's safer.

Random Musing #3: Sort of going along with #2 above. There is a lot of history between Mike and Will - they have known each other since they were 5. Mike's behavior towards El in S1 is interesting because I think he comes across as more mature than Lucas and Dustin who act their age in response to El. Their immediate response to finding her is to get a grown up and Mike's the one who stops that because they will get in trouble. Mike is also the one who knows what to do and problems solves. He's usually the problem solver in stressful situations throughout the series. But here it kind of seems like he's been there before.

So if Lonnie was abusive, Mike would have likely known about it. When the boys are explaining to El what a friend is, they tell her that it's someone you tell anything to and Mike adds a "even things you can't tell your parents". This to me makes it seem like something could have happened with Will and Lonnie and Mike knew about it and helped protect him and it's why he likes the Paladin role and why he immediately went to protect El from the "bad men" and was so opposed to getting help from an adult. He learned not to get help from an adult before. Mike thinks it's his responsibility to protect people and that attitude came from somewhere. Just like how Jonathan feels like he's responsible for taking care of Will and is afraid to leave him. And this also falls into the category of Will and El are interchangeable.

[celestialvexation]

A little something I thought of

Mike stomped in to the job recruitment center looking for a certain man how dare this asshole not tell him about the alive animatronics there is absolutely no way he didn't know

Mike's blood was boiling it was one thing if he got hurt but now Abby is involved he would be damned if anything happened to her

He rushed passed the receptionist knowing his way to that bastards office the poor reception lady rushing after Mike repeatedly calling after him

Mike didn't bother knocking he quickly barged in exclaiming loudly

"You didn't tell me they where alive!"

The receptionist finally caught up with Mike as she stepped beside him

"I'm so sorry I tried to stop him but-"

William never looking at Mike or the other person gently placed the stack of papers down on his desk giving them both his trademark smile waving the receptionist away

"It's fine I'm whatever it is was very... important please leave us"

The receptionist nodded giving Mike a nasty glare yet Mike was all too familiar with those looks so it didn't bother him as much as soon as the woman left Mike stomped over to William

"You knew didn't you!"

Mike hissed at the other male as William bobbed his head side to side

"In a way yes"

Mike let out a frustrated sigh placing his hands on his hips he turned away from the man before looking back at him with a fire in his eyes

"So what the last guy died?! So where you just hoping I would too?! All of this isn't worth it I'm not... equipped to handle all of this shit... I-I quit"

He turned away from William running his hands through his hair he didn't seem to notice William standing from his chair Slowly stepping closer to Mike

"Now let's not make an rash decisions you might regret later on"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Still unaware of just how close William was Mike started at the carpeted ground as he hopped from foot to foot biting his nails

"It's like what I said in the beginning no other place will hire you not only do you have a criminal record but you can't keep a job for more then 2 weeks no one will hire someone with that type of track record"

Mike Finally turned to look at William only noticing how close the other has gotten and how tall he was he could easily overpowered Mike if so wishes

"W-what do I do then?"

William stared down at those big brown eyes the smile never leaving his face

"You will stay at Freddy's and continue living your life... do I make myself clear"

Mike looking away for a moment only for his face to be grabbed by William forcing there eyes to meet once again

"Answer me boy"

A chill ran down Mike's spine it felt as though the whole room went cold

"yes sir"

Williams thumb lightly grazed Mike's lips he hummed in contemptment

"Good boy"

Mike wanted to run all the anger he had vanished as soon as he saw that look of malice and hunger in Williams eyes he tried to step back but William had a firm grip squeezing his arm every so tightly

"Michael"

Mike looked at william once again only to be met with a kiss

Taken aback Mike attempted to push William away shoving and hitting but nothing worked all it did was cause William to slam Mike against a wall and Williams tongue was being shoved down his throat

Mike tried to fight back yet again the sensation of a warm hand stroking his cock made him let out a gasp his body switched not used to being touched like this

He hated the noise he made as the stroking moved in quick motion

William pulled his hands away letting Mike to breath and try to piece together what the hell is happening but sadly it is short lived as his pants are being forcibly pulled down only one of his leg managed to get out of his pants and boxers hell he isn't even sure when William pulled his own pants down but the next thing he knows is William lifting him up against the wall and his cock being shoved so deep inside him it caused him to see stars for a moment Mike attempted to arch his back away from William but William kept him in place repeatedly shoving his cock inside Mike

Mike let out a cry of slight pain but the hand on his throat kept him from making any more noise William leaned down in to Mike's ear and harshly whispered

"Let this be the last time you barged in my office again"

All Mike could do was nod as his eyes closed shut but William wasn't done

"You like my cock inside you don't you you love how it feel deep inside you want me to come inside you don't you Mikey boy"

Mike couldn't speak as he felt his own orgasm getting closer yet William was relentless

"Answer my question Michael"

Hitting his peak Mike blurred out

"Yes yes God yes"

Mike let out a groan as he cummed yet also feeling Williams own warm seed deep inside him

At the moment Mike didn't care William carried Mike to his desk and gently layed Mike down as Mike was dozing in a out the last thing he heard was

"Don't worry Michael I'll take good care of you"

i am NORMAL about this. i am HAPPY with this :3333

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