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BLUE EYES | written by l.day

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Hi, I was the anon that requested the stenbroughzier story. I def don't wanna be rude or pressure you or anything like not at all but I was just wondering if you were still gonna write the story? I'm really sorry I don't wanna come across as impatient at all!

hi anon, so sorry about this. i’ve been really struggling in the past few weeks with my ed and other mental illnesses! as much as i don’t wanna say it, i don’t think i’ll be able to write this story for you. i’m just really trying to stay off tumblr as much as possible and focus on my recovery right now. i hope you understand, and i’m so sorry i can’t deliver what i said. i hope you are doing well, and you find some really good stenbroughzier content soon!!!!

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I WROTE THIS FOR YOU

ONE:  you are a million answered prayers.  every wish i’ve ever had, collected and molded into the shape of your body.  i used to dream of your hands on me, before i even knew what love was.  somewhere, between unanswered phone calls and too many goodbyes - you appeared.  all soft hands and bright eyes, so new, full of everything i had ever wanted.  sometimes when i think about you i find it hard to breathe, where did you come from?  i swear you are made up of stars,  something so beautiful - you could never be simply human.

TWO: i remember once you fell asleep with your head in my lap.  the soft hum of your breath was the only sound in the silence and my heart felt like it could jump right out of my skin.  the quiet innocence of you stirred something inside of me i could not describe.  i know now it was love: bright, beautiful, burning love - all for you.

THREE: there is so much to learn about you in the quiet moments.  looking at your face over a screen, i love the way your mouth curves into a smile - soft and sleepy.  your nose scrunches up when you read something you don’t like.  you have such gentleness in your presence, you exude something i’d compare to paradise.  you feel like the ocean, i will be the sand, let your waves crash on me.  

FOUR: i find myself wanting nothing more than to wrap myself in you.  i long to know how you would feel against my skin, how these legs would intertwine.  i wish to know you in the way i know my favorite book.  i want to read you from cover to cover a million times over until i finally understand every last line, will you let me?  i can’t offer you much, but i swear that these hands and this body were made for one sole purpose  - to love you.  when i was created from atoms and stars and a million undefined pieces, the universe was speaking your name.  i was made with you in mind.  

FIVE: i’ve been trying to describe you, but there are no words.  you are everything.  you are a sunrise, a blue sky, a starry night.  you are a poem i could read forever, the soundtrack to a movie i loved as a child.  i find pieces of you everywhere i go.  you are water and rain and air and i truly believe everything that is beautiful on this earth was put here just so you could see it.  if i could, i would wrap you in joy - paint your world violet, surround you with light.  

SIX: there is no road that won’t lead me back to you, no universe where i don’t find myself in your arms. does it ever amaze you?  no matter how bad the goodbye was, we always found our way back to each other.  sometimes i think about the first time i ever saw you, how could i not have known?  it was you all along.  it has always been you. 

SEVEN: falling in love with you has been my greatest adventure - you are the light at the end of a year long darkness.  to say thank you could never be enough, so instead i handpicked a thousand words, wrote you love letters for every day of the week and said my “thank you’s” in every single “i love you more”.  

EIGHT: i am looking at you from the other side of a screen and i think you must be an angel.  falling asleep with a smile on your face, you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.  i wish for time to stop - even if just for a moment, so i could stay here for a little bit longer.  wrapped up in the warm feeling of falling for you all over again. 

NINE: everytime i open a door i hope you are standing behind it.  maybe it makes me less lonely, anticipating you around every corner - but the letdowns are building up. i am breaking my own heart, wishing for something that isn’t going to happen.  missing you is harder than i could have imagined. i have dreams where i wake up next to you, everything is golden and warm and clean.  in these dreams, you are made of sunlight and i am a river, sparkling under your touch.  on these days, waking up is the hardest thing i have to do.  laying here alone, i swear i can feel your lips on me still. 

TEN: this love transcends anything i have ever known.  i am fire and you are an ocean of calm.  the first time i ever saw you, i forgot what it meant to be scared.  touching you feels a lot like coming home; i can find childhood memories hidden in your collarbones, comfort in your smile.  your heartbeat is a song - one i would dance to until i could not stand anymore, would you dance with me?

ELEVEN: i am a mess of too many words, sometimes i think i only know how to love in metaphors.  so let’s make this simple.  you are an 11:11 wish come true, a shooting star miracle, something straight out of my wildest dreams.  loving you feels like safety, like i was always meant to be here - with you.  when i kissed you for the first time, i knew i wanted you forever.  so i am making you a promise: at every red light and on every street corner and in every dark room, i’ll be waiting for you, hands full with anything you need.

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Thank you so much haha! Do you write for stenbroughzier? Maybe one where Richie feels like he’s not good enough for Stan and bill but they convince him that he is? If you don’t write for them could you write for stonier? Thanks in advance!

yes i do!!! i’ll write it as soon as possible :) on vacation currently so it might be a couple days!

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Hello! I was wondering if you still take requests? I love your writing by the way!

hi anon! i usually don��t use this account anymore but if you send me a request i’m sure i can make it happen! thank you for the compliment :)

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concept, a long shot of the losers rocking up to prom in the early 90′s in their tuxes and bev in a long red dress and looking fly as fuck with ‘sweet dreams are made of this’ playing in the background as they walk towards the high school in slow motion

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on all levels except physical i am an emo middle schooler

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anyone wanna submit a datemate app to me pls i’m a lonely lesbian

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i would love if you would message me

drifting away from all my friends was awful and im positive that i miss you

im always happy to hear from anyone 

just here to say even though we haven’t talked in a while, i still love you 😊

who is this oh my im so :))))))))))))) 

i bet i still love you too

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just here to say even though we haven’t talked in a while, i still love you 😊

who is this oh my im so :))))))))))))) 

i bet i still love you too

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confessions in the dark

Pairings: Mike/Will

Warnings: None

Summary: Mike Wheeler was trans.

He, himself, didn’t really mind the fact that he was. As he had had enough time to accept himself. He had even felt happy that he had found just the right words to put into how he was feeling. No, it was more so the fact of what people would do to him if he was ever outed. Most didn’t take kindly to those who were gay. And Mike couldn’t really even imagine what they would do to people that were trans like him. Even thinking about it sent shivers down his spine

Words: 1,207

Parts: 1/1

Alt Title: Theyre trans, Karen

 Mike shifts uncomfortably on the floor. He has been unable to sleep for days as something is always on his mind, eating away at him. He wraps the sleeping bag tighter around his form as the sudden feeling of exposure ripples throughout his body. He shivers, tapping his fingertips against the cold wooden planks of Will Byers’ floor. He was currently partaking in one of their monthly sleepovers. And usually, Mike would be fast asleep. They would be halfway throughout one of the few movies Will had on VHS (or one that Mike brought from home) and Mike would be all buddled into a burrito of blankets when his eyes would flutter close and he’d be knocked out in seconds.

 Will would then tease him for it the next morning. It was nothing too serious, just small jabs at him. “Get your well-needed beauty sleep, hm?” was a favorite of Will’s. Mike would laugh it off, sometimes giving Will a weak punch on his arm. “Yeah, I did, what about you?” was Mike’s usual response. Yet, tonight instead of Mike falling sound asleep in mere seconds, it was Will. Like they had reversed roles somehow. Although Mike knew this was far from the truth. he knew very well why he couldn’t sleep. It was because of three words that were engraved to the back of his eyelids. He was reminded of these words everytime his eyes would close.

 He was trans.

 He, himself, didn’t really mind the fact that he was. As he had had enough time to accept himself. He had even felt happy that he had found just the right words to put into how he was feeling. No, it was more so the fact of what people would do to him if he was ever outed. Most didn’t take kindly to those who were gay. And Mike couldn’t really even imagine what they would do to people that were trans like him. Even thinking about it sent shivers down his spine.

 Yet, it was killing him that he couldn’t say anything to anyone. The dysphoria was already enough for him to deal with but the pain of keeping such a huge secret from Will, his best friend since kindergarten someone he told everything to, was something that seemed much harder to manage.

 He shuffles quietly, the sleeping bag crinkling as he does so. Suddenly his face was burning and his palms were sweaty. he swallowed the metaphoric lump in his throat, for some reason deeply craving a glass of water. He stood up and slowly removed himself from the sleeping bag that he had wrapped around him not so long ago. Mike reaches for the door, physically cringing as a loud creak fills the previously silent air. Mike stand frozen, quietly praying Will hadn’t woken up because of the noise.

 The sound of the bed springs creaking makes Mike jump in his skin. “..Who is it?” Will says in a sleepy voice that was laced with a subtle hint of alarm. Mike lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Its just me” Mike says, fidgeting a bit. “Oh,” Will calls out with a sense of relief, “What are you doing up…?” from what Mike can see, Will starts to sit up on his bed, his face directing toward Mike’s form.

 Mike stiffens, subconsciously chewing at his cheek. “I uhhh,” Mike begins, stuttering as, the ability to form words with his mouth seeming to escape him at the moment. “I couldn’t sleep.” he finishes after a second of planning out his words.

 Will shifts on his bed, Mike can tell from Will’s form wiggling in the dark. “Nightmare?” he says simply. Mike shakes his head before it dawns on him that Will probably can’t see him very well, so he tacks on a “no” at the end.

 "Then what?“ Mike can tell Will’s concerned from his tone. Mike closes the door behind him. He shuffles toward Will’s bed, taking a seat next to him. Bringing up his socked feet up and crossing his legs. Will straightens his posture to accommodate for Mike’s newfound spot on his bed.

 Mike runs his hand through his jet-black hair out of nervousness. He sinks in a bit more into the bed. "Do you promise not to hate me?” Mike says meekly, crosses his arms and looks towards Will although he really can’t see much of him. “Yeah, course.” he replies with a sense of surprise in his voice, almost as if saying ‘I could never hate you’.

 Mike hesitates, chewing on his bottom lip. 'This is it,’ he thinks, he had hoped to be able to keep the secret longer. But, he was way too burned out both from not getting enough sleep and from hiding himself from everyone to make up a convincing lie. Will, who senses his hesitation, gets closer and puts an arm over his shoulders.

 "Hey, it’s okay. I won’t be mad, just tell me.“ Will softly says. Quickly tacking on "If you want to, of course.”

 Mike sniffles as he prepares to release everything he had kept within him for what felt like centuries. “I’m trans,” his throat felt as if it was closing up as he tries not to choke on his words “and… I like boys.” he decides to end off on.

 Will wriggles a bit, his arm never leaving Mike’s shoulders even though Mike was sure he would push him off his bed in disgust. After a moment of silence, Will speaks up. “Can I tell you something?” Will asks as if trying the air that surrounds them. “…Sure,“ Mike says, still slightly in shock. "Me too. I’m also…” he stops and lets out a breath. “I’m also trans,” he says, and Mike can sense the smile in his voice.

 The sun is peeking out from Will’s bedroom curtains, a small dim ray of light illuminating the room. Will has a gentle smile on his face and his eyes seem joyful even. Mike lets out a choked gasp and hugs Will tightly.

 "It feels so good to let it out you know?“ Mike whispers against Will’s shoulder. Tiny tear droplets make their way down his face and onto Will’s oversized white shirt. "Yes.” Will wraps his arms around Mike’s back and closes his eyes.

 "What do you want me to call you?“ Will questions as Mike’s head rests on his shoulder. "Mike,” he replies. “And you?” Will chuckles softly. “Will”

 "Hi Will.“ "Hey, Mike.”

 Will leans his face on Mike’s. A soft pink blush spreads across his face as he plants a quick kiss on Mike’s cheek. Mike lets out a quiet squeak. “Sorry!! I just-” Will begins but Mike shuts him up when he presses his lips on Will’s. It was fast and ended just as quickly as it began. But, Will treasured that kiss. “I love you,” Mike mumbles, shutting his eyes as he drifts off. But, just before he falls asleep, Will whispers out, “I love you too.”

 And at that moment, Mike felt nothing but pure love for the boy that embraced him so. That morning at the Byers’ home was a morning that Mike would never forget. Not for a long time.

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a quiet place takes place in hawkins, indiana thirty four years later

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did you ever make the manslon iMessage gc?

oh my god!!! i totally forgot about that shit. i’m so sorry

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uwu we will take over

what the FUCK

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DUDE IS SO COOL YOURE BACK, WE HAD LIKE ONE CONVERSATION BUT IT WAS V NICE WOW ITS GREAT YOURE BACK YOU WERE DEARLY MISSED

HAHA HELLO!! THANK YOU!!! I LOVED TALKING TO YOU AND FELT SO BAD WE STOPPED TALKING, I LLOVE YIU!!!

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LEAH I MISSED U SO MUCH ITHOUGJT U HATED ME AND I THOUGHT WE WERENT FRIENDS I MISS U I MISS U I MISS U I MISS U I MISS U I MISS U AAAAAAAAAAAAA COME TALK TO ME ........I MISS U............

I MISS YOU AND I LPVE YOU MY BABESJSOKC

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Ive missed youuuuuuuuuuu 💕💕💕

i’ve missed you SO much!! my love :)