#w/ mike

[the-sure-shot]

who: Lucas & @dietmike where: The Wheeler basement what: Serious Party Business

"Mike!" Lucas called as he descended the familiar steps to his favorite hangout. "You down here?" he craned his neck around the stack of notebooks in his arms, flashing a smile when he spotted his friend halfway draped over the couch. Using his leg, Lucas shoved Mike onto one half of the couch, sitting down and claiming the other for himself. "I need your help," he stated, watching Mike expectantly.

When his friend seemed less than interested, Lucas heaved a sigh and tossed a couple notebooks haphazardly at Mike's lap. "Help me rip out these old notes, man, come on." Though, Mike was never very good at blindly following orders. None of their friends were, save maybe Will, and that was more because he was probably weary of understanding their schemes by now.

"I'm saving my school supply money for Worthy 790s," explained, then tacked on, exasperated, "The shoes." He flipped open one of the spiral bound notebooks and started ripping out old chem notes. "You know Erica saves all her notes? Like she's ever gonna look at them again."

He wadded up the paper and paused to shoot it at the trashcan in the corner, holding his follow through like Coach taught. When he sunk it, he turned to Mike with a wide grin, expecting applause, or at minimum, a thumbs up.

[z0mbieb0yx]

"Okay, well, cool," Will agreed easily. It's not that he wanted Mike to leave, but Will felt the need to be clear that it was okay if he wanted to hang out with their other friends. Or Mike's other friends. Since kindergarten, Will has been distinctly aware of his unique claim on Mike-- how their friendship had always been just a little bit different-- and while it was, most days, a point of pride for Will... sometimes he felt guilty about it. Like his neediness or the never-ending drama of his life had stunted Mike in some way. He knew that wasn't true, and that this guilt was misplaced, but he just had to check sometimes.

He laughed, shaking his head at the idea of laying down the law at the school supplies drive. "Mike," he groaned, rolling his eyes even while a fond smile played at his lips. "Serious business to who? Are we going to get audited?" he teased, though his best friend definitely had a point. If it was up to Will, he'd let people take whatever they wanted-- whatever they needed-- and then they'd be left with nothing for the unfortunate few who didn't get here early.

"It was always a big deal to me. Like, it just felt different to pick something out instead of some random high schooler giving you a bag full of generic stuff," Will said with a shrug. He didn't want to belabor the point, but he hoped his influence would make the whole process a little bit nicer for at least a couple of kids. He wasn't trying to, like, save the world or anything. He'd leave that to El. "I always hated these colored pencils, they broke so easily," he mused, picking up a box of the off-brand pencils. Thankfully, Mom cared enough to buy him the real deal-- the Crayola 150 pack that he still had somewhere.

Nothing you say is stupid. Mike threw it out so easily, like it was a given, but Will's face flushed with heat at the sentiment. It meant more coming from Mike, who didn't exactly shy away from telling it like it is. "Yeah, it's like... they want us to be adults or whatever, and make these huge decisions, but they're still treating us like kids." Will was maybe talking about the way people treated him, but he thought it had some merit for the broader population of 17-and-18-year-old Hawkins seniors. He shrugged, looking to Mike with a curious smile, "What's one thing you absolutely have to do this year?"

mike knew he didn't have to do that. he didn't have to stick around and help will out with what was, ultimately, a one person job. a dog could handle this booth, truth be told, and will was super smart and capable so he knew he could leave and have his own fun for a little while. the only thing was, he didn't want to. he likely wouldn't have that much fun with anyone else, and he would almost certainly just annoy his other friends by moping and whining about how much he hated sunlight and the heat and not being at home like the vampire he was. so, he figured, why not spare everyone and stay right where he was? "i don't have to, but i want to. besides, someone has to be here to lay down the law. i know you, and you'll be far too nice when this is serious business!" he insisted, playfully jabbing right back at will for the teasing he'd given him. tit for tat, and all that jazz. "it's nice that you're thinking of it in that way, though. i'm not sure i would have considered it, but yeah, maybe they'll be able to pick out some things on their own," he said. only if they had enough supplies, and only if they didn't get too many more signups, he figured. it was moments like these that he remembered that will had been on the signup sheet in the past more often than not, and he was so happy for him that this year he wouldn't have to deal with that. he'd never seen will, jonathan, or even joyce as needy people. he didn't view the signups as needy people either. life just sucked like that sometimes, and there wasn't much that anybody could do about it. they had to get their supplies somehow, and he thought of it as the one fairly decent thing that the middle and high schools did for the students. he shook his head at the question, bringing his mind back to the present. "it isn't stupid. nothing you say is stupid," he said nonchalantly, but he meant it. will could say almost anything and mike probably still would've said that, able to make sense of whatever came out of his mouth. that was a special skill reserved for best friends only, if he had to guess. "i think it's weird, too. all of a sudden we're seniors, adults, finishing high school. it's so crazy to think of it as being all that important, but everyone seems to think it is. maybe we won't know why until after we've graduated, or something."

[battiegutz]

these guys r goofy i like them..

[rjam9]

best decision in the fnaf movie was to make the cupcake the most blood thirsty animatronic of the entire gang. not even possessed or anything it’s just feral. Chica come get your fuckin dog

[epsiphi]

spamton is such an unreliable narrator though cause what was up with all that he was saying in chapter 2 about tenna?? “don’t believe anything you see on tv!” “the man’s a criminal!” and then this is tenna

with the way spamton talked about him you’d think he publicly executed ten people 💀 thats a normal ass guy

[sea-buns]

for all your d20 meme template needs

[annabelle--cane]

so my thing about vampire media that goes for the addiction metaphor is that the most notable examples (the addiction, being human, midnight mass, etc) are some of the most sympathetic-to-addicts pieces of media I've ever seen. which you might think would be a paradox because, yknow, vampires are bloodsucking monsters, and it's not like that isn't the case in any of those examples, but apparently that isn't really a roadblock. these narratives have basically no problem humanizing their addict-vampire characters even as they lean into monstrosity and kill and eat some guys. it's the kind of thing where on paper it's a Problematic angle for representation but in practice it really works.

[jaimeski]

i have a demon inside me called f!tazercarft/2b!fit

[soniclion92]

They know.

[gonnadosomethingwmylife]

do y’all remember the criminal minds episode where the team had to go to a sexual harassment seminar mostly because of how derek and penelope talk to each other? Suits could’ve done something really funny.

I just want a normal person overhearing harvey call his associate a good boy or any one of their weird as fuck conversations and being like what the FUCK dude and reporting it,,,mikes embarrassed bc he doesn’t MIND and he gives it right back in his own way but everyone sitting at this seminar clearly aimed at harvey at mike,,,i think it would be really funny

[bigfeelingsdyke]

everyone on suits knows they’re in a (mostly) lighthearted dramedy except for gabriel macht, who is giving an academy-award-nominee-for-a-wartime-romantic-tragedy level performance whenever harvey and mike break up for half an episode

[jesuistrestriste]

art is the MESSIEST kisser ever like if u make out his spit is literally everywhere. like he'll kiss u on the mouth then keep on kissing ur neck but w the wettest kisses ever. and i JUST KNOW he def drools. like when u give him head and his head is resting against a pillow, he's so lost in it that he can't even think. like the only thing he can do anymore is whimper and moan like a little bitch. and when u look at him u see him drooling all over the pillow😭

art donaldson has a messy mouth. he drools when it feels too good, he kisses with almost too much tongue when he's desperate, and his warm, eager lips are always on your skin whenever he gets a chance to touch you properly.

he practically salivates like a thirsty puppy on a hot day. it pools under his tongue whenever he catches a glimpse of the more intimate areas of your soft skin; the nape of your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs. and he has to try desperately to swallow it down when you two are in public and he can't get his lips on you.

the first time you and art made out, it was very sloppy. you thought this mightve been a result of minor inexperience on his part, or nervousness, or excitement, so you let it happen. you let him moan into your open mouth and grab at your shirt while he slid his pink tongue over yours. you let his sticky saliva mix with yours as your mouths mashed together. you let him kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until he came in his pants.

the whole ordeal lasted about 7 minutes.

after that, you had assumed that—in time—he'd get more reserved with his mouth as you two continued to be intimate.

but this didn't happen.

if anything, he only got more comfortable with you, and thus only became more orally-fixated and messy with his mouth.

he liked to suck on your fingers during sex.

he liked to slather your arousal with his spit when he went down on you.

he liked to kiss you wetly all over your body before bed.

he liked yearned for it all.

when you'd give him head, your slick lips bobbing over his tip and swallowing salty dribbles of precome, he'd drool all over whatever was near his mouth. it was just too hard to focus on not drooling when the warmth of your tongue got him close so fast. his eyes would get lidded and his knees would grow weak and his mind would turn to mush the second you started to blow him. sometimes you'd have to hold his hips to keep him steady. he was very predictable.

one thing you two like to do together is have art get on all fours on the bed, knees spread apart with his cock hard and hanging between his thighs. his hands will go up and squeeze onto the pillows as he lowers his head and lets you jerk him off.

it’s kinda demeaning, in a way; being milked like a cow.

but you like doing it to him, and he likes whatever you like, so he loves this.

when your hand starts to stroke his cock, strings of pre leaking from his slit, his arms will usually start to shake. it'll start at his shoulders, and then go down to his elbows, and then end when his wrists can't hold him up anymore. he'll let himself collapse down onto the cushions without more than a whine of protest and a renewed tint of pink across the bridge of his nose. his head will lay on one side of his face, his lips parted to let out whimpers and whines as his hips jolt, and then it’ll start.

he’ll drool.

all over.

down the side of his face, over his bottom lip, down his chin. it all happens depending on how his head is positioned. but he always, always, always slobbers on the pillow a little.

just as his eyes start to roll back, and his pelvis starts to shallowly move to thrust his cock into your moving grasp, his sweet and sticky saliva will dribble down his face someway and soak into the pillowcase.

he can't help it.

because, again, you make it hard to pay attention to anything other than how good you make his dick feel. it throbs in your hand.

when you catch a glimpse of his drooling, you usually smile and speed up your touch.

"Art, baby-" you'll coo to him, "drooling."

and he'll know right away what you mean.

"Anghh— feel s'good, s'good— 'm sorry, 'm sorry," he'll inevitably slur.

he'll try to wipe it with the back of his hand, but he's usually shaking too much for that to do much of anything. it more just smears the transparent fluid across his flushed face.

slurp. wipe. whimper.

a few more strokes of your hand, and a thumb pressed right under his cockhead, is all he needs to let go after that point.

his eyes will roll back as he cries out and bucks into your fist, shooting and coating the bedding underneath with his load. he'll tremble and whine until his hands grasping at the sheets below have the instinct to fly between his legs and stop the overstimulation. you generally let up soon after he makes that known.

after you clean him up and ease him into bed, he'll make sure to kiss you goodnight. and it's messy and needy and a little bit too much, but you let him do it anyways. he's eager to please, and he's eager to show you how much he appreciates the way you take care of him. he’s just eager.

maybe one day you'll get sick of how much tongue he uses when he kisses, but you doubt it. it’s just so perfectly him.

[dork-a-doodle]

(Not pictured: the dozens of ghosts also present)

[paladinsbrainrot]

my favourite stranger things duo 💜 (they have interacted Once)

+ close ups !!

[mdemn]

someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of it.

rien ne va plus - margarita karapanou / ghost, zero, suitcase, and the moon - richard siken, beginners (2010) dir. mike mills, glue - richard siken, beginners (2010) dir. mike mills, the absolutely true story of a part-time indian - sherman alexie, tumblr user lalallorona, fuck it i love you - lana del rey, the worm king’s lullaby - richard siken

buy me a coffee? <3

[kyurochurro]

why doesnt the big monkee eat the little monkee 🤔