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👀 what if I moved to Twitter?

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One day I will have the strength to return to this blog 😔

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I dont know a "Mike Wheeler".

Eleven who? That’s a number 🤔

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WOW.

Eleven who? That’s a number 🤔

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One day I will have the strength to return to this blog 😔

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ANYWAY IM DELETING MY BLOG NOW THANKS TO USER TROUBLEWHEELER!!!!

One day I will have the strength to return to this blog 😔

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One day I will have the strength to return to this blog 😔

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psa because apparently some of y’all don’t know how to act  :    if you don’t agree with someone’s choices on    THEIR    blog  (  as long as that person is not preying on others  ) , no one is making you follow them … and honestly, sending shitty messages behind an anonymous filter is only going to make the situation worse.  quit policing other people unless you want someone to dissect your own blog.  grow up.  act right.

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Happy Birthday Mike! 😘😊

AW! THANKS, BABE!

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DONT FORGET IT’S MIKE’S BDAY TODAY 🥳

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Make mistakes, learn from them, and when life hurts you (because it will), remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave.” 

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@astra11 sent:                 ❣ — clumsy kiss

after the snowball, the chief agreed to let mike come visit el on a semi-regular basis. it’s usually only every other week or so, which is way less often than mike would like, but considering he’s balancing his school schedule and el is still in hiding, he gets it. it just sucks, especially when hopper insists they stay in the living room and that he’s always present to ‘keep an eye on’ them. anytime mike scoots closer to el on the couch, he hears a disgruntled sound behind them, the chief’s way of expressing his disapproval.

then hopper excuses himself to the bathroom, giving mike a warning look before leaving the room. it’s been a few months since the snowball, and the last time he kissed eleven. he really likes kissing her. his palms feel sweaty as he realizes this is a brief opportunity to close the distance between them. now is his chance to sneak in a very anticipated kiss.

swallowing thickly, mike glances over at el, who’s eyes are pretty glued to the television. some soap opera that mike doesn’t have much interest in—as least not as much as his interest in el. licking his lips nervously, he decides to just go for it. keeping his focus on el’s own mouth, he leans over a bit too quickly, startling her a bit.

just as she turns to see what he’s doing, his mouth lands right beside her nose, and their heads knock firmly against each other. the two teenagers wince, mike yelping out a quiet “ oh! ” as a rosy hue creeps along both of their faces, they fall into a fit of giggles. not quite as romantic as he was hoping, but it’s certainly funny nonetheless. “ sorry! ”

glancing over at the bathroom, it doesn’t seem like hopper’s leaving anytime soon. gross, but good. that gives mike plenty of time to try again. looking back at el, a grin tugs at his features. “ do you want to…? ” before he can even finish the sentence, eleven is already nodding her head enthusiastically. the idea that she’s just as eager to kiss as he is fills his entire body with butterflies.

with another attempt, mike leans closer to the brunette and presses his lips softly against hers. it’s not as one sided as their first, and not as chaste as their second. mike lingers a bit longer, enjoying the moment for as much as possible seeing as he’s not entirely sure when the opportunity will present itself again.

smiling softly against el’s lips, he pulls away a brief moment before kissing her again, a bit more firmly this time. they’re giggling a bit, pleased with themselves for being so sneaky, so naughty. their teeth clack against each other, only amusing them more. lifting a hand to her cheek, mike brushes a bit of hair from her face as he moves in a bit closer.

as much as he’d like to prolong the kiss, he tears himself away the moment he hears the toilet flush. the color already on his cheeks shifting to a deeper red as he scoots away from el. hands fidget nervously against his knees as hopper exits the bathroom. it seems as if he doesn’t suspect a thing, which is great. mike can live another day.

gaze shifting discreetly from the tv to eleven, mike gives her a slight smirk, proud that they managed to get away with what they did. if they had a little more time, he’s sure they could have done much more. holding hands, holding each other. hell, they could kiss so much more for so much longer.

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Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

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Friends don’t lie.

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Planning a comeback soon ouo

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i’m not even gonna add context to this / ft. @astra11