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In This Corner of The World

Stranger things AU - Deaf! Mike x Lucas

"Chocolate?" Lucas took out the piece of candy in his pocket, showing it to Mike, who was entertaining himself by skipping the cracks in the cement of the sidewalk.

Mike took the piece wordlessly, popping it in his mouth before signing thank you to Lucas. He smiled and returned the gesture.

He hadn't realized just how life changing being friends with Mike was. If he were any younger, he would've laughed at the thought of becoming friends with the local deaf kid, who was pretty well known around town. Everyone knew who Mike was, and sometimes it wasn't for good reason.

Lucas used to be one of those who made fun of Mike. But that was back in elementary school, when he had absolutely no sense of right and wrong and even encouraged others to outcast the deaf kid. It wasn't until he actually hurt Mike while trying to do a harmless prank that he realized just how intense bullying could be. 

Then he Mike left school for good. And everyone hated him for a short while after that. Dustin was the only one he had back then. Even Will and El avoided him like the plague because of what he did. In those few months of being avoided and outcast by everyone, he felt intense anger. He wasn't the only one who took it upon themselves to torment Mike. Everyone fucking did that.

Will and El had a reason to be angry at him. They , re the only ones who could hold that grudge, becaue they were the only ones who learned sign language and talked to Mike, and not of pity but out of genuine interest of learinng.

He was forgiven, but Lucas knew that his actions would forever impact their friendship.

After that, Lucas went on a long road to redeem himself.

And now he was friends with Mike Wheeler. Which was surprising considering he used to bully the kid. But Mike was compassionate and forgiving, although he was a bit skeptical of Lucas and his intentions.

Mike grabbed his jacket, forcing him to stop in his tracks. Lucas gave Mike a confused look. "What?" He signed. Mike just pointed over at the bench near the playground.

"Let's Eat." He signed with his fingers, gesturing to the bag of takeout Lucas had bought earlier.

Lucas let himself be dragged over to the wooden bench, smiling at Mike's eagerness as he sat down next to him. "Okay, calm down. But don't blame me if it gets cold out here." He muttered, but Mike didn't seem to mind. 

He realized, after hanging out with Mike a few times, that the boy liked takeout a lot. And it made him wonder if he was even allowed to eat takeout at home. Everytime Lucas bought a burger from the diner, Mike would stare at him with pleading eyes, even going as far as verbally speaking. When Mike spoke to him, he couldn't resist. Mike realized this after a few times, which made Lucas laugh at his cunning actions.

Mike ate the burger like he was starving, making small noises of approval. Lucas let out a chuckle and mocked the noise as he ate.

The time they spent together in the afternoons felt short-lived. But Lucas knew otherwise. The sun was setting by the time they finished their burgers. He wouldn't have cared much that the sun was setting if he were hanging out with Dustin or Max. But Karen Wheeler was a very strange woman who thought that her teenage son was kidnapped or lost if he wasn't home before seven.

Lucas took Mike's hand into his. "I have to take you home before the sun sets." He signed as he spoke, although it was a bit choppy and probably not correct. Mike didn't have his hearing aids in at the moment, which made it a bit harder to communicate with him, considering that Lucas still needed to learn a bit more about sign language.

Mike, however, frowned, squeezing Lucas' hand, and shook his head at that. "Can we wait a bit longer? I don't want to leave yet." He said, his eyes shining and pleading up at Lucas. He almost felt himself give in, but Karen already didn't like him that much as it was, and neither did Ted. He was on thin ice if he brought Mike home after his curfew.

Lucas shook his head. "We can't. Your mom told me to have you home before the sunsets, and she would hate me if I brought you back late." As gently as he tried to say it, Mike started to look desperate and.... and almost like he was afraid to go home. Why would he be afraid?  

Mike knew he wouldn't win this time, and he got up from the bench without any more explanations or reasons. But what he said next formed a lump in Lucas' throat. "Mom is scary." He signed. He paused before continuing. "I don't want to go home."

Lucas tried really hard not to dig deeper into the abusive implications of that. But Mike made it really hard not to.

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ST x Ocarina of Time (Legend of Zelda AU)

A/N - Yep, I’ve done it again guys. I made another Zelda Au of Mike and Will. I just gotta say that Zelda and Link are my faves, so of course I had to put my other faves in their positions. Will is so link coded sometimes.

Like, being lowkey diagnosed with the ‘tism, saving everyone’s asses for the millionth time, being lowkey traumatized by the same dude forever, and looking good while doing it? They’re the same person. Also BOTW Zelda and Mike? They’re both so insecure that it hurts </3. Anyway, I’ll stop ranting because who the hell is reading all of this?? Not me!!! (Also I know this isn’t wheelclair - my babies - but I had the urge to post this because I might not ever post this on ao3. Who knows.)

THIS IS JUST AN EXCERPT OF A ONE-SHOT FANFIC

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The Fate of Two Cursed Souls (is this a corny ass title? Maybe..)

Everything was wrong with this alliance. With Henry. But what could a nine-year-old Mike say about adult manners? He was merely a prince, a child that no one would listen to. The sound of soft, fast feet running behind him captured Mike’s attention, forcing him to turn around. Before him stood a short, small boy, wearing a yellow tunic that was only held together by a brown belt. From the looks of him, he didn’t look strong enough to pass the guards that were placed just outside of the garden he was in.

“Who are you? How’d you get past the guards?” Mike asked, gaping at the sword shield on the small boy’s stature.

The boy walked up the steps, nearing Mike, and a blue fair circled around the space between them. The boy was far too close for his liking, but he ignored that in favor of watching the blue fairy. Hyrule holds no fairies; they’re usually found in the lost woods. “You have a fairy…” Mike wondered out loud, watching as the fairy slipped back inside the boy’s pocket. “That means you’re from the forest!” He gasped.

The Lost Woods were always such a wonder and puzzle for everyone. It was so difficult to get in, yet so easy to leave if you wanted. You never got lost in the forest because one wrong turn sent you right back to the entrance of the woods.

Mike swallowed. “Then does that mean… that you have the stone of the forest?!” The boy looked at Mike with surprise, leaning back at the intensity of Mike’s voice.

“Uh, yes, I do.” He nodded. The boy had a soft, meek voice, as if he did not speak to others often. He did not want to make the boy feel uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help the idyllic giggle that slipped past his lips.

“Just as I thought!” Mike looked back inside the window, watching as Henry still spoke to his father with a horrible smirk on his face. Mike’s small hands clenched. “I had a dream.. In that dream, dark storm clouds billowed over the land of Hyrule. But suddenly, a ray of light parted the clouds and lit up the ground below.”

It was such a strange dream for a young child like Mike, who could barely understand the power he held. He could tell that the brunette thought so too, cocking his head to the side. Knowing the boy was listening, he kept on going.

“The light turned into a figure, though, holding a green, shining stone, followed by a fairy. I knew this was a prophecy that someone would come from the forest.” Mike hummed, looking over at the boy's yellow tunic. “Yes, I thought you might be the one.” Mike looked up at the boy's face, which, although he did not look annoyed or weirded out from his rambling, still made him feel embarrassed.

“Oh! Sorry, I got carried away! I didn’t even introduce myself.” The boy gave him a smile, one that Mike couldn’t help but be charmed by.

“I’m Mike, prince of Hyrule.” He leaned forward just a bit, but it was enough to make the boy lean away, clearly nervous. “What’s your name?”

The boy did not answer at first; he was stunned for a moment before he shook his head and spoke. “Will. My name is Will. Nice to meet you.” He smiled. It was such a simple name, one that he wouldn’t have remembered if it weren’t for the familiarity behind the name. But where did he hear it before?

“Hm… Will… Strangely, it sounds familiar.” Mike shook his head, brushing off the thought.

Mike clasped his hands together. “Okay then, Will! I’m going to tell you the secret of the sacred Realm that has been passed down by the Royal Family of Hyrule!”

Will looked shocked for a minute, but closed his gaping mouth and nodded with such vigor that it made his hair shake in front of his face. “Please.. Keep this a secret from everyone. I’m not supposed to be telling this to anyone, okay?”

“Okay,” Will said. He was a boy with a few words, but Mike just guessed that he spoke too much for Will to get a moment to talk. But simplicity never hurts anyone.

“The legend goes like this.”

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“That’s right. The Temple of Time is the entrance through which you can enter the Sacred Realm from our world. But the entrance is sealed with a stone wall called the Door of Time. You need the rest of the stones to open that door, along with a Royal family treasure. The Ocarina of Time!” Will’s eyes seemed to widen even more, his doe-like eyes expanding so big that they seemed to fill his face. His small hand reached over to his pocket, grabbing at it. Mike followed his hand in wonder, but he quickly turned back to the window, peering inside.

“I was peeking through this window before you came. Look!” Mike slid away to the side, leaving a small spot for Will to peek through the window with him. At that exact moment. Henry walked into view, bowing down at the king of Hyrule with a deep frown on his face. Will gasped.

“That man! He seems..” Mike nodded his head, knowing exactly what Will meant because of his loss of words.

“Evil? Yeah, it’s practically drowning him in that horrible aura. He swears his allegiance to my father, yet I know that’s not what he wants.”

“And the dark clouds in your dream—they seem exactly like this man.” He muttered, making Mike wonder. He’s never encountered someone like Henry in his life, yet the dark clouds in his dream felt exactly like him. Will was the beacon of light that had to destroy him.

“Yeah..”

Just then, Henry snapped his head in their direction, his blue eyes piercing through them like ice. He and Will jolted back from the window and out of the blonde man’s sight. “I’m sure he saw us. But he doesn’t know what we’re planning!”

Mike sighed as he stole one last look at the evil man. “I haven’t told my father of the man’s evil intentions or about my dream. He would never believe me! But I know what Henry’s desires are.” As he glanced at Will, he knew that the boy did too.

“He came here to conquer the castle. No, the entire world!” Will gasped, clutching the stone wall. His words only deepened the frown on Mike’s lips. After all these long days in the castle with no one to confide in, he can finally do something to protect Hyrule—use the sacred blood in his body for something.

He turned to Will suddenly, a determined look on his face. “Will, you have to help me! I can’t protect Hyrule without your help. So, please, will you help me?” He pleaded the best he could, on the verge of begging for the sake of his kingdom. Will seemed awfully good-natured, but it still shocked him when he nodded his head.

“Of course!” The wooden shield on his back and the small sword showed Mike that he was well equipped (to an extent) to go on a sudden quest for two stones. But even someone as reckless and brave as Mike knew that this quest was extremely dangerous for someone as small and young as Will. He suddenly felt horrible for sending Wil off into the wild by himself and for the sacred stones that had to be hard to reach!

“Thank you! But… I feel bad for sending you off on your own when you don’t know me all that well! What if you never reach the stones because you get killed?!” He gasped when he felt a small hand grab his shoulder. The hold was warm and oddly comforting.

“Mike, you don’t have to worry. I came here because I have a duty to finish. You really helped me a lot with the story you told. You’ve done a lot already. I’ll… I’ll get those stones and open the Temple!” Will finished bravely, although he was starting to tremble at the aspect of going through a dangerous mission. Yet he kept his composure. Mike admired Will’s courage for such a mission. If only he could go with him. If only he weren’t a prince at all.

Mike brought Will into a tight hug, hearing the boy let out a huff at the strength Mike held him in. He pulled away with a beaming smile on his face. “I’ll protect the Ocarina of Time with my life! Now, you must go! I don’t know how much time we have, but we cannot let Henry win. I’ll see you again, Will.” Will swallowed deeply, his brown hair bobbing as he gave Mike a nod.

“I promise to hurry.” Will’s soft voice rang through his ears, even after he had long left. Something in Mike’s bones told him that time was running short. He hoped that Will could make it before Henry did.

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MORE TWEETS!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥

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I forgot to post these, and I still have more on the way!!!!💪🏼💪🏼

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How I feel after not updating my other fics but posting a new one

(Im sorry I can’t let this photo go)

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Color coded names and dialogue to know who is saying what!

Mike wished he looked more like his family.

They all looked alike, except for his mother and father, obviously. But even Nancy and Holly shared tue same features as each other: blue eyes and the same face shape, and Nancy was a little blonde as a child. Even their noses were the same. But Mike wasn’t like them.

His eyes were brown, not like his dads, but a deeper, darker brown, almost black. His nose had a hook to it, different to his mothers button nose and his fathers straight one. Even Mike’s hair was black and curly, different from his mom and dad, different from Nancy’s and Holly’s.

So why was he so different?

His mom says it’s recessive genes. Mike thinks otherwise. But Mike was always obsessed with the idea of not being normal in society. He liked being different; he liked dressing and looking different from other people, because the people around him were always so unique. But… why didn’t he look like his family? Why couldn’t he fit in?

Mike looked in the mirror before showers, or baths, and stared, looking deeply at the person who stared back with deep eye-bags under their eyes. His eyes were tired and drooping with the lack of sleep. Being an insomniac, Mike always had deep, purple eye-bags, and he never tried to do anything to make them go away. But the longer he stared in the mirror the more the person looked distorted and fake.

Mike touched at his face, turning his head at different angles and pointing out any blemish. He pulled at his skin and let it go, watching the red, hand-print marks on his face stand out against his pale skin. Wrong. He looked all wrong. Because this face wasn’t his own, was it?

He took off his clothes, listening to the water fill the bathtub slowly. His bony shoulders were revealed, and his sternum almost visible as his ribs were. When was the last time he had a fulfilling meal? His arms were so skinny that his hands (his abnormally big ones) could wrap it with his fingers overlapping.

His mother did this to him, didn’t she? Or was it his dad? Whoever it was, the comments about his body and weight (“Your gaining a bit of meat, honey! Your shirts and pants are not fitting you anymore!” “Cut back on the food, son. Your starting to look fat.”) got to his head. The thin layer of fat on his stomach was gone, and his clothes fit him, if not, a bit more baggier than before.

Mike let his hands grip the sides of the sink, his knuckles bumping against a pair of old scissors. Mike let his eyes open again from where he had them clenched. Scissors: they were a familiar object from his childhood (“Your hair is a mess!” “Look, Mike. These can hurt you of you press deep enough. Do you want to try?”).

His fingers unfurled from the side of the sink and wrapped around the cold metal of the scissors.

“Fuck, does your mom even let you do anything?! Look, it’s just a ride around town; you’ll be back home by nine!”

“You never do anything right, Ted!! What the fuck do our children have to do with our goddamn problems?!”

“Awe, look at him, Lola! He’s a pretty princess! Twirl for us, babe!”

All those words of the people he hated the most swirled in his head like water.

You did this to me.

His blood ran down the metal in a small trickle, but ignored it in favor of bringing up the scissors to his hair. It was the only thing about him that he genuinely liked, the one thing about him that wasn’t corrupted. But he can’t get rid of the fingers threading through his hair, unwanted and harsh as it trailed down to his neck.

“Your such a pretty girl, babe.”

“Don’t be such a bitch, Mike. James just likes to joke around! Take the fucking joint and stop crying.”

Fuck you… Fuck you. FuckyoufuckyouFUCKYOUFUCKYOU!

The scissors were brought closer to a loc of his hair, but Mike couldn’t being himself to snip it off. Tears streamed down his face in ugly streams.

“Your hair looks cool, dude! I think it’s my second favorite part about you.” Lucas had told him that once. Second favorite. What’s the first? Mike pondered on that part for a moment. Naturally, he spoke up about it.

“Really? Your second favorite? What’s your first?” Mike asked, tilting his head as he grasped a piece of his hair between his fingers. Lucas just smiled and huffed out a laugh.

“Everything else. Really, I’d put your hair in first place, but it’s not as great as the rest of you.” Those words had much more of an impact on Mike than Lucas thought it did. He said those words like he meant it. Like he wasn’t lying, or just trying to make Mike feel better of himself. Lucas already thought Mike was great.

Mike put down the scissors with a silent sob. He couldn’t cut it off; it meant a lot more to himself than what James and Lola, or his dad did to make it seem like a negative part of himself. Fuck them; Mike doesn’t need their validation anymore. He hasn’t needed it for over three years.

The bathtub started to over flow, courtesy of Mike’s trip down the memory lane. He shut off the knob, not caring if his dad would yell at him because he wasted water, and got inside the bath. Water splashed over the edge because of how much there was in it already, but Mike sunk inside the water until his nose just barely grazed the top. He sunk inside the water further, sliding back until the only part of his body outside of the water was his knees. Mike let himself drown for a few seconds, maybe even longer than a minute. Maybe he wanted himself to drown, maybe he just liked the feeling of the hot water. But Mike didn’t come back up until he felt like he was close to finally dying.

“I think there’s something wrong with me.”