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moonflower ch. 6

Chapter 6: Blameworthy

A few weeks after that night on the porch, in the middle of the hottest month of summer you and El broke up. I never really got the full story from either one of you, but it wasn’t loud or tumultuous. If anything you both seemed lighter, as if your romance had puttered out instead of erupting in a firestorm like so many do. 

Even still, I knew she was sad. If not sad, severely disappointed. She spent every waking hour with Max that week and slept in my bed every night, hugging the plush giraffe you won at the county fair the year before and my arm tucked protectively around her belly. 

But you…You moped around most of all, seemingly lost and avoiding being alone with me for any extended period of time. It hurt my feelings, but I understood. I still understand. You two were so entangled in each other’s lives it was bound to take some getting used to. To figure out how to just be Mike and El, untethered from each other and individuals. 

I never brought up that night that you touched me, never asked what it meant or why you had done it. But I thought about it constantly, couldn’t stop staring at you and your hands, and the way your mouth was red and full and the truth that was: Your lips had been on mine. 

You’ve always been my torment. 

But after a few weeks, the both of you came around, and that’s when Max and Lucas started planning his 18th birthday party. 

It was the middle of August, just before everyone was about to slowly pack and leave for the school they had chosen. Or for those who chose Hawkins, whether by choice or by circumstance, made ready for the jobs they had lined up. 

You were less evasive, and we danced silently around each other for weeks, still nothing was said. But you sat too close when we played video games, and didn’t look away when our eyes met. 

There was one night we were caught alone under the streetlamp in front of your house, bugs tapping against the light and their shadows blacking out little dots on the pavement. I remember the cicadas were so loud in the trees as we set our bikes down to catch our breath after climbing the hill from Dustin’s house. 

I jumped off, leaning my bike against my hip as you threw yours down in your yard and turned back to face me, chest heaving. You looked down at me, skin flush with the heat and your eyes black as the night around you. I remember you licked your bottom lip because I couldn’t stop staring at how it shined in the light. 

You were so close and you reached out to me, your fingers sure, but your face suddenly terrified. My breath hitched in my throat and my heart pounded when you slid your fingers softly across my temple and tucked a wild flyaway behind my ear. I didn’t know how to be or how to act, still so completely unused to being on the other side of the line we had crossed weeks before. 

I thought you might kiss me then, and Christ I wanted you too. I ached for it. My heart raced in my chest when you leaned in slightly, your eyelids growing heavy and your breath on my cheek. But then there were headlights in my eyes and I flinched. The sound of the engine made you fright, and you stepped back from me, chest heaving and scrubbing the back of your neck with anxiety. When you looked at me I knew the moment was over, but you smiled out of one side of your mouth and regarded me fondly. 

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moonflower ch. 6

Chapter 6: Blameworthy

A few weeks after that night on the porch, in the middle of the hottest month of summer you and El broke up. I never really got the full story from either one of you, but it wasn’t loud or tumultuous. If anything you both seemed lighter, as if your romance had puttered out instead of erupting in a firestorm like so many do. 

Even still, I knew she was sad. If not sad, severely disappointed. She spent every waking hour with Max that week and slept in my bed every night, hugging the plush giraffe you won at the county fair the year before and my arm tucked protectively around her belly. 

But you…You moped around most of all, seemingly lost and avoiding being alone with me for any extended period of time. It hurt my feelings, but I understood. I still understand. You two were so entangled in each other’s lives it was bound to take some getting used to. To figure out how to just be Mike and El, untethered from each other and individuals. 

I never brought up that night that you touched me, never asked what it meant or why you had done it. But I thought about it constantly, couldn’t stop staring at you and your hands, and the way your mouth was red and full and the truth that was: Your lips had been on mine. 

You’ve always been my torment. 

But after a few weeks, the both of you came around, and that’s when Max and Lucas started planning his 18th birthday party. 

It was the middle of August, just before everyone was about to slowly pack and leave for the school they had chosen. Or for those who chose Hawkins, whether by choice or by circumstance, made ready for the jobs they had lined up. 

You were less evasive, and we danced silently around each other for weeks, still nothing was said. But you sat too close when we played video games, and didn’t look away when our eyes met. 

There was one night we were caught alone under the streetlamp in front of your house, bugs tapping against the light and their shadows blacking out little dots on the pavement. I remember the cicadas were so loud in the trees as we set our bikes down to catch our breath after climbing the hill from Dustin’s house. 

I jumped off, leaning my bike against my hip as you threw yours down in your yard and turned back to face me, chest heaving. You looked down at me, skin flush with the heat and your eyes black as the night around you. I remember you licked your bottom lip because I couldn’t stop staring at how it shined in the light. 

You were so close and you reached out to me, your fingers sure, but your face suddenly terrified. My breath hitched in my throat and my heart pounded when you slid your fingers softly across my temple and tucked a wild flyaway behind my ear. I didn’t know how to be or how to act, still so completely unused to being on the other side of the line we had crossed weeks before. 

I thought you might kiss me then, and Christ I wanted you too. I ached for it. My heart raced in my chest when you leaned in slightly, your eyelids growing heavy and your breath on my cheek. But then there were headlights in my eyes and I flinched. The sound of the engine made you fright, and you stepped back from me, chest heaving and scrubbing the back of your neck with anxiety. When you looked at me I knew the moment was over, but you smiled out of one side of your mouth and regarded me fondly. 

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Helpless by JustMyName

“Hey,” Mike says, shutting his bedroom door behind him gently and padding over to the bed where Will lays, freshly showered and in his undershirt.

“Hey,” Will murmurs back as he burrows himself further into the bed and pulls the sheets up under his chin, trying to ignore his heart pitter-pattering inside his ribs. He smooths the fabric over his chest nervously.

Mike smiles over at him, something shy and sweet in the way his eyes crinkle. He breathes out and folds his thin arms across his chest, rubbing along his rigid hip with his thumb.

Will tries not to stare where Mike’s worn white tank top he always wears rides up, revealing pale skin and a shock of dark hair lining his belly and disappearing underneath his stupid Star Wars pajama pants.

It’s hilarious, really, Will thinks bitterly. Stuck in a bed with your friend at the threshold of the Apocalypse, and only able to think about what hides underneath his pajamas.

It’s so unfair. It’s fucking torture.

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friend you forgot the madwheeler being hot option on the poll 😔

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If you’re against the hypothetical concept of Mike being bi with a male lean, why are you?

A) I’m not against it! In fact, I that’s how I interpret Mike Wheeler as a character and what I think is happening in the show 

B) I’m not against it, even though IDT that’s what is happening in the show (Mike is gayyyyy)

C) I’m not against it, even though I don’t think that’s what’s happening in the show (Mike likes guys and girls fairly equally, he’s bi bi bi)

D) I AM against it cause it’s important to me that Mike likes guys and girls fairly equally. This “heavy male lean” interpretation is filtering things through the gay Mike lens, which is biased. I think Mike liked El even in S3, he just loves Will more. This is ultimately just a classic love triangle situation. Why do people make things more complex than they needs to be?

C) Cause it would be a narrative cop-out, especially if the show went the unlabeled route in the process. It’s important to explicitly state that Mike is unable to love El/girls romantically because he is only attracted to boys/Will. This is the only thing that will satisfy. Mike is a homosexual. No middle ground here.

D) Because that’s a meaningless concept, especially within the show’s narrative. If he has a “heavy male lean,” he’s functionally just gay. Why is it so important for him to “like girls,” even a little bit, when he’s clearly gay within the subtext and text of ST? Boys only, not boys most of the time. When has he ever shown an interest in girls within the show?

E) Because I genuinely don’t understand this concept, both in and out of the show. It also seems like more of a modern concept IMO and not how 80s Mike would understand his sexuality (gay). Why jump through hoops just to avoid hurting El/erasing romantic Mlvn? 

F) Because the analysis only points one way, and any bi Mike interpretation is working backwards and trying to fit Mike into a label that doesn’t describe him for biased reasons. People WANT him to be bi, but the very fact that some bi Mike truthers are in bargaining mode shows that he isn’t bi. If they wanted to write a bi character, they would’ve done so.

G) I truly don’t care where Mike falls on the Kinsey scale as long as he and Will get together! 

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“We all have to grow up ”🍂

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When blue (Mike) meets yellow (Will) in the west (California)

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shared looks <3

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Let’s negotiate

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I’m gonna talk to her!  Ren… I have known you for years… You can’t talk to anybody

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That line there was inspired by a GENIUS line in this GingerRose/ background Reylo fic “They both bleed redder still” by Glass_mermaid https://archiveofourown.org/works/26809360

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gingerrose being gingerrose

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super regal GR inspired by this tweet by StarWarshipper on twitter

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Happy gingerrose week 2023 to those who celebrate!

I'm filling the first Day's prompt; "Canon Era" with a gloomy angst filled tune😊

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Self indulgent art~