#the two other mike stands 😭

[ozlices]

we got to episode 4 & had to stop bc im a weak old person now who gets tired v early but will & mike endgame for SUUURRREEEE that little talk in will's bedroom w mike basically trying to imply will is his most precious person? goodbye BYE childhood friends to partners when they grow up is literally my favorite romance trope if they give me that shit w THEM, w a Canon Gay Couple between two main characters in one of the most popular shows of the last decade i will never shut up & i will also Ascend

we have a lesbian main in the ensemble so it's actually v likely pls lemme have this esp bc will is already canonically gay bc we had mike calling him out for liking boys in s2 SO *stares at mike waiting for him to come to terms w his own gay awakening*

[joshlmbrt]

Hey! I came across your account recently so I would like to make a request where Eddie and reader are secretly dating because he says he doesn't want to ruin her reputation (she's not a cheerleader or very popular, but still) but some people are starting to suspect you two, then Eddie starts bullying you so no one can continue talking about it, but there's a catch, he does it without warning you. So one minute you're in his locker and the next he's humiliating you in front of everyone, but that only increases the rumors, because everyone starts saying that not even the school freak wants you. If u dont like ignore me pls 😭

thank u so much for this request, i absolutely LOVE this type of request:p. i hope i do it justice and i apologize for it taking so long! w; secret relationship, angst!

eddie gets nervous when dustin brings something up about you - a fidgety nervous.

then eddie gets nervous when steve brings you up at a hang out you were at since you were robin and steve’s best friend - this time it’s a sweaty nervous.

he’s beginning to suspect that people realize that you both are dating and he doesn’t want your name run through the dirt just because you decided to fall in love with him.

so he does what he does best - try to ‘distract’.

you stumble when you feel a shoulder bump into yours, brows furrowing as you quickly lift your head up. you see a mess of curls and a leather jacket. you can hear other people around laugh when they notice the look on your face - confused and slightly hurt.

it was never your idea to keep the relationship a secret, it was eddie’s. you never understood why he wanted to keep it a secret - he never elaborated on the why.

it was probably only an accident, is what you think. until it happens more through the week. and you couldn’t even ask him about it because he had kept pushing you away, ignoring you.

week three was worse.

a feeling of dread heavy on your shoulders as soon as you stepped into the chilly building, fingers gripped around the strap of your bag.

robin meets up with you, a sympathetic look on her face. “did you sleep any last night?”

you give her a look. “what do you think?”

judging by the bags under your eyes, she thinks you did not. she looks away.

“sorry,” you say softly, stopping by your locker. she stops next to you, giving you a worried look. “i’ve just… i’ve never been bullied, over looked maybe, but never bullied. and i’ve never bullied others. and eddie’s my-” you pause, hand gripping the chipped locker.

robin tilts her head. “your what?”

you lower your voice. “my boyfriend.”

her eyes widen comically wide as she gasps. “what?!” you’re quick to shush her. “sorry. when did this happen? how come we never knew?”

“6 months ago,” your eyes cut over her shoulders. “and he didn’t want… anyone to know. i don’t know why, i don’t have any problem with people knowing. but i wanted to respect his wishes.”

her brows pinch together in confusion. “why would…”

“your guess is as good as mine,” you turn back to look in your locker when a group of friends pass, eyes cutting over to you before giggling, a couple of whispers shared. “and i can’t talk to him because he’s been ignoring my phone calls and hasn’t been coming over for our usual saturday movie nights.”

she frowns a bit, head turning just in time to notice the boy, eyes narrowing at him. he peeks up before quickly looking away, noticing her stare.

she knows.

maybe lunch time he went a bit to far.

went a bit to far by knocking your lunch over your chest on accident.

conversations are stopped. eyes are on you both. and there’s tears welling up in your eyes as you stare at the tray and food spread over the floor.

dustin, mike, and lucas are staring at you, a worried expression on their faces.

jason is the first to burst out into laughter. a shrill thing that makes the hairs on your arms stand.

soon, everyone joins in. thats when the first of many tears slip from your eyes.

“i hate you.” it slips before you can catch yourself and its raw with emotion, the words getting choked up on as you watch his face fall.

you turn away, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand furiously, head down. the heavy door closes behind you when you walk out.

you can hear the door open and close again, your name being yelled. you keep walking because you know who it is, and eddie is the last person you want to speak to right now.

a hand wraps around your bicep, turning you around. “hey… i’m-i’m sorry. i-” you flinch away from his palms when he tries to reach up to wipe away the tears.

“no. don’t… don’t touch me,” you step back, shaking your head. his shoulders slump and he stares at you. he didn’t know what he expected - especially after three weeks of torturing you. “why are you being so mean to me?”

his heart breaks when he hears the crack in your whispered voice. he thinks you probably didn’t want him to hear the question, but he did.

his eyes cut down to the cracked concrete, shifting the weight on his feet. “i just… i didn’t think people would actually join in with me,” he winces at the excuse. “i didn’t want people to know we were dating.”

“why? because you’re embarrassed of me or what? because this makes no sense, eddie.”

“no! no, i’m not- i’m not embarrassed of you. you would’ve been embarrassed of me.”

“well, thank you for making that decision because bullying me totally makes me believe that,” you shake your head. “you’re unbelievable, eddie.”

“what?”

“you could’ve talked to me about it instead of making me hate coming to school everyday. i’ve never felt that way, worried about what was going to happen next, but now i do. i worry about what someone is going to leave in my locker again and hide in the bathroom because of you.”

“someone’s leaving things in your locker?”

“don’t act like you care, because you don’t,” you snap. “in fact, don’t talk to me anymore. don’t look in my direction. i don’t want to see you or talk to you.”

his mouth opens but you shake your head, letting him know that whatever he was going to say, you wouldn’t change your mind.

“bye, eddie.”

[highhhfiveee]

Imagine having matching Christmas pj’s with Mike and Abby?🥹

IT WOULD BE SO CUTE😭

-🌊

!!!!! [i'm a little sleepy so bear with me lmao]

tags: fem!reader, major fluff, christmas pajamas. just pure holiday sweetness [,: sorry if there are errors, it's late and i'm damn near conking at the keys

i have a pair of reindeer fleece pants that i’ve had for the last two years, and i can imagine abby gifting mint!reader a pair of them while you clear your dinner plates from the coffee table.

"i gave mike his pair already. i was supposed to wait, but i was too excited," you're forced to place the dishes on the counter as she shoves the pants into your hands with a wide, toothy smile. the reindeer's heads are adorned with santa hats, festive lights strung around their antlers and ears.

they're pretty cute, screened over the entirety of both legs, and you're rubbing your hand over the soft, fluffy material with a warm-hearted hum. you return abby's smile, reaching down to sway her side to side in a tight hug. "thank you, abs. you have great taste."

"tell me something i don't know," she replies, and you lean on the counter in a fit of laughter, abby joining you soon after

mike had accepted his pair with a bit of reluctance, giving abby a slow and fabricated, "thankssssss...." as he stared down at the ugly cartoon reindeer. they were everywhere, crudely-drawn with unintelligible blobs for "lights".

he'd stuffed them to the back of one of his dresser drawers.

the holiday is on a saturday this year, and he's so excited to be able to spend the entire day with you and abby. it's already panning out to be a good time as he enters to the tall christmas tree that's been set up in the corner, illuminated with lightbulbs of all sizes and colors. the ornaments are mostly silly; cardboard gift boxes, paper snowflakes and candy canes, and other kitschy things you and abby had made over the last twelve days.

there's a decent stack of presents under the tree, all wrapped in ways indicative of who handled them. mike's got one more for you in his grip, and he's about to set it under the tree when abby appears from the hallway, staring him down. "what's in your hand?"

"a present. merry christmas, abs."

"is it for me?"

"no, it's for y/n. just something last minute." abby takes in the small jewelery store bag dangling from his finger, squinting her eyes.

"is it a ring?"

"what---abby, no. we've been on one date."

"i heard it went well."

"yeah, well, one date isn't grounds for marriage, good or not. jeez, why don't you go talk to y/n and stop pestering me?"

"she's changing into her christmas pajamas, something you should be doing as well. won't be fully christmas without them."

mike stands to his full height, shaking his head with an irritated, "nuh uh. not happening, sorry."

"oh come on, i spent my allowance on those pants!"

"terrible purchase," mike deadpans, beginning to move towards the kitchen when you come into the early morning light of the living room. it stops him in his tracks.

your hair rests atop your head, curly tendrils toppling over your eyes, and you look down at yourself as you notice mike staring at you. you survey for drool stains since you slept in your black camisole, and twist and turn as you scrutinize the pants on your bottom half. "a little small, but they'll do. thanks again, abby. you're really sweet," you're reaching out to pull abby into your side when you finally see mike, giving him such a bright, energized smile even though it's 7:53 in the morning. you're just so beautiful, and it nearly causes mike to lose all brain function.

"hi, mike! did you have a good shift?"

"yeah," he sighs out, tongue so dry it'd work better as tinder. he composes himself, swallowing as he jokes, "watching over animatronics is really the life."

you giggle, turning to hide your blushed cheeks and goofy, totally-crushing-very-hard grin. "well, you're employee of the century in my eyes, your picture should be everywhere! oh, speaking of pictures, abby wanted to take one with all of us in our festive pjs. mind changing real quick?"

there's no protest. mike's damn near the roadrunner with how fast he dashes in and out of his room, standing in front of you two in a white t-shirt and his reindeer pants in what feels like fifteen seconds.

abby sticks her tongue out at him, huffing and crossing her arms over her chest with an indignant head raise, but mike pays her no mind, musing, "so...a picture you said," to you as he stares into your eyes and melts like a bar of chocolate left out on a hot day.

the picture comes out cute; abby sits between you and mike, and your cheek rests against the top of her head while he keeps the two of you close to him by stretching one of his arms across your shoulderblades and pulling you in tighter. you're all smiling, perfectly poised for the shot, and mike can't help but think about how this is all he wants forever as you shriek at the custom necklace that he's gotten for you; deep yellow gold with a heart locket that had a tiny picture of him and abby inside, all of your initials carved into the metal on the other half.

"mike!"

"merry christmas, y/n."

omg i was not expecting to write this but how fucking cute. i really do love the holiday season so this is really nice. i can't believe american thanksgiving is in THREE DAYS. that's fucking NUTS!

faire's seedlings ✿

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[will80sbyers]

STRANGER THINGS 5 PRODUCTION MASTERPOST

part 002:

February 7 / 2024

The Stranger Things channel on ig posts pictures at the Hawkins memorial hospital : 1 / 2 / 3

February 9 / 2024

A video from the actress that plays Vickie in st5

Bts pictures of Vickie

Bts picture of Robin at the hospital inside room 110, Vickie has scenes at the hospital too

February 15 / 2024

It seems there are some scenes inside a barn at the farm (Robin, Mike and Will are there) / 2

FIRST LOOK AT WILL IN COSTUME !!!!!!!!!! and Robin my beloved + Mike is also there (Finn is taking the picture)

February 16 / 2024

BTS pics of Ross weeks 5-6 - FIRST LOOK AT NANCY!! lovers lake picture, El with the radio station outfit filming some action scene where Hopper's bracelet breaks, a home made tank for El to use with her powers? a drawing of a black shape/arrow?

February 17 / 2024

Bts pics of the vines inside Hawkins lab

Erica and Joyce are filming together

February 19 / 2024

FIRST LOOK AT HOPPER'S BEARD?

February 20 / 2024

It seems they are filming something that involves Castle Byers: 1 / 2

February 22 / 2024

New bts pictures from the radio station and the woods, with a stunt rehearsal of someone being thrown away / 2 / 3

Bts: scene with RED light where maybe Will is involved? / 2

Bts of the vines (video etc): 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

February 28 / 2024

The Stranger Things channel on ig posts this thing on how to make a remote radio head RRH

Some ideas on what it could mean / 2

Steve & Jonathan are involved

March 1 / 2024

New bts pics from Ross of Weeks 7-8 - FIRST LOOK AT LUCAS AND MAX ON SET!!! It seems the date could be the 12 of november 1987 (or 2 of november 1989… it's not clear, both are a Thursday) A picture of Castle Byers in the UD etc

FIRST VIDEO OF MAX AND LUCAS ON SET BTS

March 4 / 2024

Pictures of the Wheeler's home posted by the ST channel on ig… there will be a scene at the Wheelers where they brainstorm stuff about Vecna? or have breakfast/ a meal together?…and someone is eating doritos? (Mike?): 1 / 2 / 3

March 8 / 2024

Mr. Clarke is back on set? the actor posted this

March 13 / 2024

New bts picture of them filming a scene in ep. 4 (the date of filming in the lower right angle of the picture seems to be around feb. 10-13 ) initially I thought it could be a rink o mania vision but I now think it's in Mike's basement: 1 / 2 / 3

VIDEO OF MILLIE (EL) on set making a coffee dressed as El, she has the same costume of the radio station scenes and blood on her nose, indicating an action scene

March 15 / 2024

Ross posts new pictures of weeks 9-10, FIRST LOOK AT HOPPER! + random background details

Picture of the kids in the Party hands posted by Ross 😭❤️❤️❤️

The full picture of Hopper

March 21 / 2024

New pictures from the set they seem to be shooting scenes with the military

March 22 / 2024

Ross posts the FIRST LOOK AT WILL BYERS!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SON💞 ( in one of the pictures he seems to be inside the radio station bunker because of a suitcase being there and also radio equipment around, the other picture is at Castle Byers with a new actor playing Young Will so it could be a flashback or a vision or something like that!! ) Jonathan is in that scene too

March 27 / 2024

They start filming at a mansion that's situated at the Smoke and Rise country club in Atlanta. Eleven was there and has a scene screaming so there's some action going on, Will was also seen there later on and he looks like he has make up on like he's experiencing the effect of possessions or not feeling well. Nancy was seen there dressed with something that resembles a candy stripers costume of a volunteer nurse, Steve's car was parked outside with the radio station van and there's an antenna over Steve's car... (my theory now is that in the pre vis something makes the antenna go down into the car for the pressure, like something hitting the car from outside that breaks it)

Still at the mansion we have two stand-in actors that have been seen, one of them seems to be called Derek and he could be either a new character or using a fake name (he kinda looks like Jonathan) and there's also this audition for a kid called Derek...

Pictures of the mansion and the decorations, a dragon, butterflies etc... 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

A look of the entire house, old pictures from Google street

April 2 / 2024

My speculation from the video of the wardrobe of s5, Max could be wearing this jacket at some point during the season

April 3 / 2024

There's the neighbourhood watch at Hawkins

April 4 / 2024

Pictures from the Instagram channel, Karen is having a bubble bath, more flashbacks from the rainbow room and Hawkins massacre and something is being filmed inside the Wheeler's house

April 6 / 2024

Eddie's actor says he knows if Eddie is coming back but he's not gonna say it...

April 7 / 2024

Not sure about this but it could be a new decoration around the mansion

April 9 / 2024

Some new pictures from the filming at the mansion and it seems Joyce and Hopper are there in that scene too, parked outside... There's also a video and the lights make it look like maybe the police is involved!

Millie posted a new old picture of her in character with the vines of the upside down in the background

to be continued...

part 001 / part 003

[stevie-petey]

HIHIHIHII can i please request a blurb where bug jon steve and nancy have a sleepover or having fun together? and maybe the kids can be included?

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND UR WORK UGH MAKES ME WANNA CRY 😭🎀

of course ! n thank you for the compliment omg

enjoy <3

"dude, what if jonathan had become your brother or something?" mike asks dustin with disgust in his voice as he watches you and jonathan help arrange the picnic blanket. nancy helps steve with the platters of food you had so carefully prepared. it's the first day of spring and youd been adamant that you, all the teens, and the party have a small picnic in the park to get some fresh air.

"dude!" dustin hits his shoulder, entirely unamused. "dont remind me about that, it was a close call."

"at least he isnt dating your sister now." mike groans.

max slides next to him on the park bench. "who is dating who again?"

"nancy is with jonathan and y/n has some weird thing with steve going on." lucas explains, but even he doesnt quite understand a lot of it still, and he frowns. "although, for a while there we thought jonathan and y/n would get married while nancy was with steve."

"they were not going to get married." dustin shrieks, absolutely horrified by that idea.

"im confused." now max is the one that frowns. "so jonathan and y/n werent dating?"

"yes." dustin and mike say, while lucas and will say, "no."

"that wasnt an answer." el points out, slightly confused yet content to listen to the conversation.

maxs frown deepens, now completely confused about the relationships between all the teens. "none of you are helping."

suddenly you appear, steve following close behind, and you flick dustins ear. "if you guys are done gossiping about our love lives, im about to lay the cake out."

"ow!" your brother rubs his now sore ear. "whyd you flick me?"

"you were the closest." you shrug at him before glancing at max. "and to answer your question: no, i never dated jonathan."

"allegedly," steve whispers, winking at the kids, which causes them to laugh. when you turn to glare at him, he quickly shuts his mouth and gulps. "sorry?"

you roll your eyes at him and point towards the cake still in his car. "grab the dessert before i throw something at you."

"yes maam," he sighs, ducking his head down as he hurries over to the car to retrieve the cake.

the kids laugh again, this time at steves expense, and nancy and jonathan now join. when notice the laughter, nancy looks around and tries to understand what shes missed. "did something happen?"

dustin opens his mouth, but you quickly cover it in fear of what he may say. "nope, nothing. now, lets all just grab our food-"

a scream, followed by a thud of two bodies colliding, interrupts you.

everyone turns towards the source of the sound and find steve and jonathan, covered in cake, sprawled on the ground.

immediately the kids lose their minds laughing, dustin practically falls off of the bench as he hunches over in laughter. meanwhile, you and nancy rush over to the teens in concern yet slight amusement.

you stand over steve and jonathan, a smirk on your face. they look so fucking pathetic covered in cake. "now, boys. what did your mothers say about playing with your food?"

"not funny," jonathan grumbles, wiping cream out of his eyes before angrily pointing at steve. "someone decided to trip over a tree branch and take the other down with him."

"was it you?" nancy asks innocently, a glint in her eyes. you giggle at her quip while jonathan closes his eyes and sighs.

steve gives everyone a thumbs up, though its hard to tell due to his finger covered in a thick layer of cake. he sees this, thinks for a moment, and then brings his thumb to his mouth. "mmm, not bad, y/n. this a new recipe?"

you and nancy groan in unison while the kids all look at one another in varying states of disbelief. mike looks disappointed, dustin is ashamed, el is still giggling, and lucas just puts his face in his hands.

"seriously, im expected to believe that y/n saw something in those two?" max says out loud to no one in particular.

"nancy, too." mike sighs, now even more disappointed.

dustin drops his head down onto the picnic table and sighs as well. "i dont wanna talk about it."

[thefirstlioveyou]

i dont know theres so many translations that seem really accurate

but i hope we can agree that we all see at least these words:

- help

- friends

- no

- of course

- well (or will, though i think it is well)

at the end of the clip, we do know something is said that makes mike look awkward or guilty, as this expression stands out amongst the rest he makes and the way he’s unable to keep eye contact.

but realistically we will never actually know until the season releases 😭

all i can say is i feel no romantic energy from this, just friendly smiles and chatting. sure he’s happy here, but just smiling at someone alone isn’t enough proof that there’s romantic interest.

i mean, we don’t think he likes will just only because he smiles at him, it’s also the look in his eye. it’s his eyes constantly looking at his lips and his body. it’s the lack of personal space. it’s the nervousness (lip biting, hand gripping/fiddling, breathlesssness, NOT speaking wise like he is with El- he’s still able to formulate sentences bc he’s comfortable being himself with will). it’s the double-triple takes. mike has never gave this type of treatment to anyone in the show except will.

i’m a faithful byler, so i don’t see anything other than two friends.

and i don’t think it’s a break up, i think it’s them repairing possible silence they’ve had since they’ve broken up - explaining everything.

but the unfortunately the truth is we have to wait a bit over a year to finally know 🫠

[acrux-jr]

Carousel - part 3

Ahhh okok so maybe I lied, I was sick in bed and had nothing to do lmao so i did the only logical thing: sleep write smut.

MINORS DNI // NSFW 18+

Tags: smut, fluff, dreams of pregnancy, age gap(forgot to mention reader is 20 to 23, Mike is said to be around 25-29)

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: It gets hot and steamy with Mike.

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The two of you sat like that for a while, basking in each other's presence. You moved your shoulder and signaled off. You started up, and his hand snaked to yours.

"Where are you going?"

You gave a small chuckle and crouched down. "I'm just going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I'm assuming based on that fast grab you want me to stay over?"

He nodded. The Mike now was a completely different Mike from when you first met him but still the same somehow.

"Come on baby, let's go wash up and get ready for bed." Mike stood up and you grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

When the two of you entered the bathroom, a thought suddenly popped up. "Mike?"

"Hmm?" 

"Who was the girl in the hospital?"

Silence hung in the air. 

"I'm just asking because the two of you seemed close and she was in a serious condition being hooked up to the machines. Plus she looked really familiar."

"Um she's a police officer. She helped me get settled with the old security gig."

"Oh okay. What happened to her if you don't mind me asking?"

Mike froze. How the fuck was he going to explain that she was stabbed by her psychotic father who also kidnapped my brother, killed him, and 4 other children who he stuffed into suits which possed animatronics that tried to kill him and Abby. Just casually blurt that out?

You saw the gears turning in his head. 

"Okay. You don't have to tell what happened, don't worry. Just one thing." He nodded. "Were you two close romantically?"

"God no. Not at all. She's just a friend." He shook his head no and blurted that out.

"Okay okay calm down you're not on trial Mike. It's been two months and if you tried to date another person or had a one night stand I would get it, like I said for 2 months we were done."

Mike tilted his head. "Were you with anyone?" There wasn't an accusation tone per say but more of a jealous one?

You raised an eyebrow and hoped on the sink counter. "Mike Schmidt. Are you jealous?" You crossed your arms and tried to fight off the smile.

He rolled his eyes and huffed out a breath. "What if I am?" Was his snarky reply.

He went in between your legs. "How could I not be?" He whispered to himself as he kissed your jaw leading down your neck.

You uncross your arms and place them on his shoulders. 

He gently nipped and sucked your l/t/d skin. Your breath hitched and your legs spread a little wider for him.

He smiled against your flesh. His hands gripped your thighs and gave a soft squeeze. You hummed in appreciation and scooted a little closer to be flushed against him.

His hands traveled up your thighs and to the small of your back, pushing closer. You rubbed against him, and he pressed firm. Your breathing became ragged with desire. 

"Mike…," he gently kissed your neck, an acknowledgment of sorts,"n-hmm not here."

You gently pushed him back. "Stay right here. Come to your room in 5 minutes." He groaned and looked at his clock.

"5 minutes?"

You rolled your eyes at his exasperated tone,"Yes Mikey 5 minutes, it's not gonna kill you." 

As you left you heard a faint, 'It just might.' You giggled and rushed to the room. Most of your stuff was left here, even your lucky lingerie. It was dark green with black accents. 

Mike always went a little longer and a little harder when you wore this. You slipped out of your clothes putting on the lingerie.

You bit your lip in anticipation, and waited for the last minutes to pass before Mike had permission to open the door.

The door knob jiggled and turned and there Mike stopped in his tracks. The tent in his pants moved from the twitch. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed, with the dark green see through lingerie dress. He quickly regained motion and hurriedly got in and shut the door, not needing to re-traumatize someone.

It fits perfectly against your skin. He slowly walked over to you, in between your legs again. He grabbed your chin and gave you a chaste kiss. "You're beautiful." You flushed red and bashfully looked away.

Mike dropped to knees and pushed your legs open more. He caressed the inside of your thighs, capturing the full view of you.

Dark green baby doll dress, tied in the middle with a black bow. And the fark green and black lace thong that was in his way. He kissed your knee, then traveled upward slowly. It was agonizing. Your thigh twitch and another grin spread across his face, a cocky grin and eyes looked up at you and slowly licked the rest of the way towards your pussy.

You were on fire. Every kiss, lick, and breath on your skin makes you burn. And you knew Mike was being a little shit going fucking slow. You rest on your hands, looking at Mike.

He glanced up at you and raised an eyebrow. His hands were hovering above your thong, a slight nod from you and they were moved to the side. A light moan escaped your mouth as Mike gently rubbed your clit.

You bit your lip as his tongue dragged upwards and circled around it as well. Your hand shot out and snaked in his hair. You bit your lip and pressed Mike a bit closer.

Mike licked and sucked your wet heat. How he wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck you silly, but he had to wait, take his time. One more rough lick up and kiss to you abused clit and he entered one finger. 

Your hips shifted and pushed the finger in. A whimper left your lips as Mike held you in place. In and out, pumping in and tou clenching around his finger drove him insane. He pumped another finger in you and curled them. Your breathing was ragged and moany. 

He let you fuck yourself on his finger, admiring how you already looked wreck and he hasn't even unziphis pants. He kissed your thighs again and gave a gentle nip. You tightened around his finger. He gave another shit eating grin and you had enough.

When he took his fingers out of you, you gripped his jacket collar, and pulled up towards you, laying down with him hover above you. Your mouths met, and you licked his bottom lip. Your hands trailed down his firm body, stopping at the zipper of his pants. 

As you sucked his bottom lip, your hands quickly unzipped his pants and freed his cock. This time Mike was breathing hard, uncontrollable even.

You grabbed it firmly, and slowly started to move. He was thick and warm. It made your cunt ache, it clenched at the idea of him.

He whimpered as he started to fuck your hand. His big brown eyes pleading now.

"Want do you want Mike?"

He was falling apart at the simplest touch, "W-want to," he groaned, "to fuck you." 

"Oh yeah?"

He nodded feverishly. 

"I thought you knew how to ask nicely Mike."

He flushed, "Please."

"Hmm I don't know, you were oughtly enjoying teasing me earlier. Maybe I should do the same to you."

He gave a slight glare and leaned down. Kissing your neck he spoke, "Baby please. I wanted to make you feel good." 

Heat pooled in your stomach. "Fuck me Mike." He quickly got up right and positioned himself. You nodded and he pushed in.

"So fucking tight and hot." He muttered to himself. Your back arched slightly from the intrusion and adjustment.

He was flush against you now, fully in. He waited for you to nod before thrusting. 

He towered over you, and with one hand holding himself up the other found its way to the tied ribbon, he quickly pulled loose.

Your breast was exposed, and his mouth found its way to your nipple. He lapped his tongue on your perked nipple. He whimpered as you pushed his head down and grinded against him, pushing him all the way in again and clenching.

His hips stuttered as you gave him a hickey and gently tugged his hair. "Fuck." Mike groaned in your ear.

You were close, Mike thrusted hard and his hand made it down to your clit again. Gently rubbing as the two of you kissed. 

A moan made it to Mike's ear as he felt you cum, squeezing harder than he thought was possible. A couple of more thrust and Mike finished, he filled your cunt and cum leaked. He stayed in you as he softened. 

An image if you were pregnant popped into Mike's head and he twitched. You raised an eyebrow and he gave a sheepish smile. He pushed it in the back of his mind, he didn't have the energy for round 2 or to even think deeply about that image right now.

He fell next to you, both of you out of breath.

He reached out and grabbed your hand. "I'll be back. Let me clean up." You drifted in and out of sleep as you heard Mike shuffle around getting ready for bed. You felt a slight shake. 

"Y/n."

"Hmm?"  Your eyes fluttered. 

"Let me clean you up, love." You gave a nod as Mike manhandled you getting you cleaned up and more warm clothes on.

You heard a distinct voice arguing as you stirred away. 

"Abby! Go away!"

"No! I want to see y/n!"

"Not now."

"Move."

"Ow Abby what the fuck!"

As she ran past Mike, after stomping on his toe, he heard simultaneously the two of you yell, 'Swear jar!'

Abby jumped on the bed and snuggled up right next to you. You were extremely grateful that Mike helped you change last night.

You glanced up at Mike and he gave you a deadpan look. Silently giggling, you motioned him over. Mouthing 'hurry up.'

Mike sighed and climbed into bed. They three of you laid together in bed, Abby falling back to sleep. You looked at her and smiled. Mike's heart was filled with love. He was grateful, happy, and stupendously lucky to have you. He was never going to mess it up again.

An exchange of  'I love you's' was softly spoken between the two of you, as you both nodded off to sleep too.

Strangely enough, all three dreams were filled with you, Mike, Abby, and one little baby girl learning how to draw with Abby.

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Ive seen those clips of those um *cough cough* josh h. edits and bro the way i scream and had to laugh was something else 😭

Hope you enjoyed- the other 3 oneshots will be a bit later I got a chem test coming up and i need to study. Wish me luck or pray for me, whichever gets me an A 😭

Taglist: @hellothisisprincesskitty @stinkii-boii

[mxrvelouss]

The Neighbor Across the Street **Headcanon!**

this is just a little headcanon i have for @lavendertom 's mike schmidt x reader fic! it would probably happen sometime after pt 3 but that might change once the full thing is posted! :)

warnings: mentions of drunk driving + kidnapping

note: i havent even seen the movie yet so forgive me if the characters are "off" at all 😭😭 but i rly wanted to write this bc i am delulu! ok anyways ENJOY!

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It was another night of babysitting for Abby, the little sister of Mike Schmidt. The air was chilly, but the hoodie that Mike gave you kept you warm as you walked out his front door. It was nearly morning at this point- almost 5am- but, as always, Mike stood in the doorway to make sure that you crossed the street safely. You turned and looked back at him as you neared the end of his short driveway, returning the smile that spread under his tired eyes. You tried to push away the feelings you had for him, but deep down you knew it was futile. Why else would you be grinning like a maniac as you walked away, already daydreaming about the next time you see him?

After all, you were so focused on Mike, you didn't even hear the car that was suddenly speeding down the normally quiet street.

Mike noticed it, though, and his face contorted with fear. "Watch out, y/n!" he screamed as he sprinted out of the doorway and down the driveway.

You turned to see what must've been a drunken driver speeding towards you, headlights off, but you were frozen. It probably would've ended your life if Mike didn't leap and shove you out of the way just in time.

And then you were on the ground, your back aching from the impact, staring into Mike's wild eyes. Through the pounding in your ears, you heard as Mike cussed out the driver. The car swerved down the road but eventually turned onto the next street. He turned back to you, panicked.

"Oh, my God! Y/n! Are you alright? Oh, my God, I...." His eyes were wide, and they starting to fill up with tears. You had never seen him so scared. He turned around to make sure the car was gone, and then immediately pulled you up and into a tight embrace. The two of you sat on the street, arms wrapped around each other, and he started to sob into your shoulder.

"Mike," you say quietly as you hold him tight. "Mike, I'm okay." Your heartbeat was slowing down, and now all that mattered to you was that he would be okay.

He pulls away, his hands on your shoulders. He was trembling. "If it hit you, I don't know what I would've done..."

"But it didn't hit me," you say softly. "You saved me." You knew that he had already lost so much, and you also knew the fact that you could've died or at least gotten hurt tonight was tearing him apart. You felt helpless as you stared into those dark, worried eyes, wanting nothing more than for him to be at peace.

You stand up, brushing the gravel off your jeans, and offer Mike your hand. He takes it and stands up, and you both stand there, your hands intertwined. A tear falls down Mike's cheek. "Are you sure you're okay?"

The concerned tone in his voice makes you want to cry yourself, but you hold it in. "Yes," you say as you impulsively go on your tip-toes and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. And finally, as you pull back, there is a hint of a smile on Mike's face.

"Now go and get some sleep," you say as you slowly let go of Mike's hands and turn to go to your house. He watched you make your way up the porch steps, the feeling of your lips lingering on his cheek, and then finally turned around to walk back to his house.

And this time, it was you who watched from your doorway and made sure that he crossed the street safely.

****

It was mid-afternoon of the next day. You tried to focus on studying for your cybersecurity exam that you had coming up; your laptop and textbooks were sprawled all over your bed. But all that was on your mind was Mike, and the fear that was written all over his face when he thought you could've been hurt, or worse.

And then the kiss. You couldn't believe you kissed him. Well, it wasn't a full-on kiss, but it was still something. What did he think of it? you wondered. To be honest, you weren't fully sure what to think of it yourself. Was it just out of platonic love, or...romantic? And if it was romantic...

Did he feel the same way?

You shut your hardcover textbooks with a loud thump and got up from your bed. I should go check on him, you thought. Nobody was home at the moment, so no one would question you going to see the guy whose sister you babysit. Pulling on a light hoodie and fixing your hair, you head downstairs to put on your shoes. Just as you finished tying the laces, the doorbell rings. And then, several rounds of knocking.

You rush to the door and open it, and there in the doorway is Mike. You start to smile, prepared to say that you were just about to see him, but the excitement quickly faded as you realized the panicked expression that was on his face.

"Mike? Wh-"

"Abby's gone," he frantically interrupted.

Your stomach drops.

"Wh-what?" you reply. What do you mean, 'she's gone'?!"

"She's gone!" he shouts. "I-I fell asleep on the couch while she was, I dunno, playing, and when I woke up, the front door was open and I couldn't find her anywhere."

You look at Mike, noticing how his hair was a mess, and he was in sweatpants and socks. His cheeks turn red. "I'm sorry, I just panicked and came here-"

"No!" You didn't want him to feel self-concious. None of that mattered. "What only matters right now is that we find Abby," you say with all the confidence you can muster, although now you were starting to feel your palms sweat and your body shake. Where could she be? What if she was hurt? Or...kidnapped, like Mike's brother?

No. You can't think about that right now. Closing the door behind you, you grab Mike's hand and start to pull him toward his house, where the front door was still wide open. "Maybe she's just playing hide and seek!" you say nervously. "Let's double check the house." Once you're both inside, you shout her name, checking absolutely everywhere. Behind the couch. Behind the TV. Under the kitchen table. Under her bed. Under Mike's bed. In the closet. But after about 10 minutes, she was still nowhere to be found.

In the living room, Mike was crying now, and for the second day in a row you found yourself staring into those worried eyes. You grip his arms tightly. "We're going to find her," you say with so much intensity that it suprises you. "Mike, listen to me. We will find her-"

"How could this happen?!" he suddenly screams. "First Garrett, and now- now--" He stops in his tracks as he glances at the TV, which had been on this whole time. A car commercial was playing. "Oh, my God," he mutters. "Oh, no."

"What?" you ask frantically. "What is it?!"

He turns back to you, his face pale. "The drunk driver last night. I cursed at him. What if Abby went outside while I was asleep and he came back and-" Mike looked down, tears streaming down his face. He could barely bring himself to say it, but in a quiet voice, he finishes the sentence. "...and...took her?"

"Mike, that's crazy," you try to assure him. "Why would someone do that over a curse word? I'm sure she's just nearby somewhere. Maybe she wanted to ride her bike around the block." But deep down, you feared that his statement might be true. People are crazy nowadays. And if it wasn't that driver, what if someone else took her?

"We need to call the police," you say, whipping out your phone and dialing 911. After explaining the situation, the two of you go outside and run down the street, screaming Abby's name at the top of your lungs.

Nothing. The pain and fear you feel is so strong, but it must be nothing compared to what Mike is feeling. You try to reassure him, telling him that Abby's fine, that you'll find her, but he seems to be in a different world, as if he's not hearing a word you're saying.

Several police cars pull up, and that seems to snap him out of it. You run back to Mike's house to meet with one of the officers. "The whole unit is searching the neighborhood as well as the nearby ones," he says. "All you can do right now is wait."

"Wait?" Mike says, anger rising in his voice. "My little sister is missing! I can't just wait and act like nothing's happening-"

"Mike," you try to softly interrupt. He ignores you as he keeps shouting at the officer. "You have to find her! You have to find my sister!! I can't just-"

"Mike", you say, louder this time. You set your hand on his shoulder, and he turns and looks at you. You notice the panic swirling in his eyes. "It's okay," you whisper as you pull him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his trembling, strong body. "It's all going to be okay."

*****

The two of you sit at the kitchen table, writing down everything you can think of about Mike's sister and her appearence. You also write down everything you can think of about the car from last night, but it was so dark, and it all happened so fast....

It was nearly 8pm, and there was still no sign of Abby Schmidt.

Mike stops writing and buries his face in his hands. "What if they can't find her, y/n?"

"They will," you say, but you were losing hope with each passing hour.

"I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if..."

You suddenly reach across the table and grab Mike's hand, holding it firmly. "No matter what happens, I will be here, Mike." He looks at you, and a flicker of hope flashes across his face. You continue. "I will always be here."

He looks at you, shocked. And then he gives a small smile, and you smile back, giving him a reassuring squeeze of your hand.

"Thank you, y/n," he says gratefully. A tear falls from his eyes, but you can tell that he is calming down.

Right after you let go, there's a knock at the door, and in a flash, the two of you are there. Mike quickly opens it, and you wait hopefully behind him, too scared to breathe.

In the doorway is a young woman with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and at her side...

Abby.

Mike lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God!" he says. Abby leaps into Mike's arms, and the two hug for a while. You and the officer tearfully watch, grinning at their reunion. Mike lets his sister go but still protectively holds her hand.

"What happened?" you ask, looking at both Abby and the officer.

"She was in the next neighborhood over..." The officer that Mike had talked to earlier starts to approach from behind the blonde-haired one. "Because she found this." In his arms is a big, gray cat.

Confusion registers on Mike's face, and then understanding. He starts to laugh in disbelief. "Abby!" he exclaims. "All of this...was over a stupid cat?!"

You let out a sigh of relief as well. So it wasn't the driver that abducted her... or anyone else. Thank God.

"I didn't mean to scare you!" Abby blurts. "It's just- I saw it from the window, and while you were sleeping I snuck outside to follow it...but I guess I went too far. I got lost...until Miss Vanessa found me." Abby gestures to the woman officer, and then looks back at Mike and buries her face in his shirt. "I'm so sorry, Mike..." She looks up as you through watery eyes. "You too, y/n. I didn't mean for this to happen..."

You bend down and hug both her and Mike. "It's okay," you say.

"I'm just so happy you're okay," Mike says. "But don't you EVER do that again, you hear me?"

"Or no more Freddy's for you!" you add in, causing the group to laugh. Mike stands up with tearful eyes. "Thank you, Vanessa," he says with genuine gratefulness.

"Yes," you add in. "Thank you!"

"No problem. It happens." She looks at Mike. "You have an amazing little sister right there."

Mike smiles as he pulls Abby into a side hug. "I sure do," he says.

"And she has an amazing brother," you say as you pull him in and give him another kiss on the cheek. He stares at you for a moment, and then presses his lips to yours.

"Thank you, y/n," he says as he pulls back with a smile. You smile back, blushing, but then the two of you become aware of Abby and the two officers standing right outside your door. Abby breaks the silence.

"Well, if you two can kiss, then I should be able to get the cat!" she says, half-disgusted. Everyone laughs again, and you pull the Schmidt's into a tight hug, wanting to just hold them forever and never let go.

[emmyrosee]

Eeee welcome back !! How was the vacay??

Also just wanted to let you know your uncle samu/ dad tsumu Drabble gave me baby fever 😭😭😭 pls spare some more crumbs of those two if you can !!

Vacay was okay, thank ya baby! Definitely glad to be home but grateful we were able to get away for a bit 🥰❤️

bUT IM A L W A Y S DOWN TO SPARE ALL I CAN FOR DAD TSUM AND UNCLE SAMU-

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“Okay, don’t look!”

Atsumu sounded excited, far too excited for the night ahead, and you chuckle as you pass the last child in the group their last piece of candy before closing the door. It was the first Halloween Hisako could walk on her own, and he was beyond excited for the possibilities of costumes with his baby.

And despite the way Atsumu wanted to hide his excitement when Osamu asked if he could trick or treat with them too, you could tell just by the way they’d eyed costumes for the past week that they were far more excited for this than your two year old knew how to be.

“I’m not looking,” you assure, watching the group of kids and their parents toddle down the path of your home. Behind you, you hear the giggles of your daughter and the shuffling of feet, and you keep your promise to keep looking away even though you’re eager to see what they came up with.

“Alright momma,” Atsumu hums, his voice a few feet behind you. “You can turn around.”

Instantly, you do, and your hands immediately come up to cover your mouth at the adorable sight.

Standing before you, decked out in the most easy, comfortable costume they could find, were the famous Miya Twins, dressed as Mike Wazowski and Sulley, the blonde Sulley holding a pink-pajama clad Hisako in his blue arms.

The twins looked so warm you were almost jealous, in their onesies, Osamu’s green hood pulled up and over his head to expose the single eye, while Hisako plays with the blue fur on Atsumu’s own onesie. They look comfortable and positively adorable, and your heart flutters at the sight of the two men blushing as you stare at them with that grin of yours.

“Oh my gosh!” You coo, your hands instantly coming up to cover your mouth. “You three look so cute!”

“Boo!” Hisako cheers, and you watch with complete love in your eyes as the two grown man gasp in fear, their heads whipping towards her in a rehearsed manner. You can’t help but absolutely beam at the sight of the two men in front of you, committed to making a new memory with their favorite little girl.

“How on earth did you come up with this?” You hum, making your way over to Atsumu. You plant a kiss to his cheek, relishing in the way his skin warms up under the affection.

“Well, it was hard to find a trio costume without a… uh…” Osamu gestures to himself “feminine persona-“

“I told you, there were plenty of same-sex couple costumes-“

“Yea, and I told you, that they were still couple based, and that was weird- I’m your brother.”

You snicker at their back and forth for a few more minutes before sighing, “what about Mario and Luigi? Wario and Waluigi? You could’ve made fake jerseys of your high school numbers and been each other. Burger and Fries, Shaggy and Scooby, buzz and woody, you could’ve been sleepy and sneezy and she could’ve been Snow White-“

“Okay, we get it, we had a lot of options,” Atsumu snorts, casting a look to his brother, who’s now rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “How about I say we chose this costume because when we’re done, she’s in her pj’s?”

“I’ll allow it,” you say sweetly. You rise slightly on your tiptoes to gently pinch Hisako’s nose, beaming as she squeals happily, “but I just know you two will be the cutest monsters on the block.”

“Ahem,” Osamu clears his throat dramatically. “I think you mean, three.”

“Of course,” you say, furrowing your brows and nodding in agreement. Your face softens and you pass Osamu a little pumpkin head meant for candy, “go. She has no known allergies and I like fruity candies. Have fun. Be safe.”

“We will, momma,” Atsumu assures, nudging his head towards the door. “You be safe too. Lots of monsters out tonight.”

You roll your eyes in amusement for his double entendres, “I will be. Oh! And take plenty of pictures! I want some for Granny’s gift, since we didn’t get any last year.”

“You got it, baby,” Atsumu chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head. “We’ll be back soon.”

Sure enough, just about an hour later, when Osamu’s got a sleeping Hisako on his back and Atsumu with a full pail of candy, it’s safe to say Operation: First Halloween was a success.

Especially as you hear them talking about costumes for next year as they make their way to you, in the living room.

[jawneepie]

pls pls do anything diesel x female reader!! there isn’t enough fics for him out there

₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒍 𝑯𝑪𝒔 ♡̸ ꒷꒦˓

𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑙 𝐻𝐶𝑠 ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

so sorry for the delay babes 😭 i was too busy with college intramurals and projects for the past two weeks djdjdjjd. and for some reason tumblr won't let me post my drafts??? But anyways, ask and thou shalt receive <3

[ clothes ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→You enjoy wearing Diesel's shirts. You love wearing them as much as Diesel loves seeing you in them. He purposely leaves his clothes lying around for you to find and wear. He once caught you wearing his gear and imitating him, standing on a chair. He doesn't shut up about it for weeks.

[ height difference ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→He teases you about your height constantly. It's not that you're THAT short, Diesel just happens to be a giant. He immediately stops laughing when you remind him of the orange mohawk he used to have.

[ introductions ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→You two were introduced to each other by Shawn Michaels. Diesel was new to the company and you were Shawn's best friend. It didn't take long for Shawn to put you two together like some sequence-clad cupid. You and Diesel started off as mutual friends, making sure Shawn doesn't do anything stupid. But eventually, you guys become a couple— that make sure Shawn doesn't do anything stupid.

[touch ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→He likes hugging you from behind and resting his chin on the top of your head. He likes carrying you around (much to your embarrassment). He just likes holding you/being held by you in general. He gives the best hugs

[ protective ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→Turns into a literal guard dog when people look at you the wrong way.

[ little things ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→He holds things for you, gets stuff that are too high for your reach. In return, you pick things up for him that would usually make him bend down to get it. He would reach for the pancake mix at the top of the shelf and you would reach down and tie Diesel's boot for him.

[ "ily >:(" ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→Affectionately aggressive. He shakes you like a maraca whenever you say something bad about yourself, telling you endless compliments while doing so.

[ that one third wheel ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→You two have date nights and would return to Shawn, sitting cross-legged on your hotel bed, arms crossed and pouting, "dO you haVe anY idea whAT tiMe iT iS, youNg LadY?" "Shawn, I'm older than you—" "Irrelevant"

[ "hear me out" .˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→"Hun, hear me out," "Magic Mike?" "Look. Look, stop laughing—"

bonus:

you, diesel, and shawn are either:

no inbetween

[andiwriteordie]

Congrats on the followers, you absolutely deserve them!!

If you would want to, can you write some sibling willel fluff? (I’m sorry it’s not a very specific prompt😭) they’re just,,,so siblings

Hope you are having a good day!

ahhh thank you so so much!!! also WILLEL YES!!! here's a little modern au with high school willel, byler, and elmax for you! :)

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boys and boys and girls and girls 

So, here’s a piece of advice for you:

Don’t go on a double date with your brother.

Especially if the person your brother is dating happens to be your ex-boyfriend.

Also especially if the person you are dating happens to be your brother’s date’s “worst frenemy” (their words, not El’s.) 

…

Really, El did not think that date through, and it’s a really, really good thing that the four of them have known each other and have been best friends since middle school. She can’t imagine going on a date with a girl as pretty as Max and having it be as chaotic as this one had been. Though, honestly, El doesn’t know why she expected anything different. 

First of all, Max has always been unafraid to tell people off—especially if they are rude, like the stupid man who was standing in front of them at the restaurant. So, her fight with him came as no surprise at all to El.

(Also, it was kind of hot, but that’s a whole other story.)

Second of all, Mike has absolutely zero filter and the world’s worst resting bitch face. So, when the poor waitress messes up Will’s order and Mike damn near bites her face off, El really, really can’t say she’s surprised.

(God, she’s glad she’s not the one who has to deal with him anymore. She has no idea how she put up with him for over a year. Thirteen year old El was very stupid and suffering from a very bad case of comp het.)

Anyways, despite the fact that Max and Mike get into fights with people at the restaurant and then some arguments with each other, the rest of the double date goes really well. Max and El kick both the boys’ asses at mini golf, and hey, El gets a few kisses from her girlfriend to celebrate. It’s a win-win situation, honestly. 

It is a little bit awkward when Mike drops both Will and El off, though. He’d volunteered to drive tonight since the rest of them have to battle their families for cars, and so, Mike gets the fun job of dropping his boyfriend and El off first and then dropping Max off before he actually gets home. 

So, uh… that’s how El ends up standing outside on her family’s porch, kissing her girlfriend and trying her damnedest to ignore the fact that her brother is kissing his boyfriend in the car a few feet away.

(She’s never doing a double date with Will and Mike again. Never in a million years.)

Eventually, El decides to be the responsible one, and she (very reluctantly) sends her girlfriend away, watching in amusement as Max scares the shit out of Will by knocking on his window. Will looks a little bit exasperated, but he gets out of the car with very minimal arguing.

Mike, on the other hand, starts bickering with Max the moment she gets into his car, and even as the two of them drive away, El can hear the two of them bitching at each other.

… 

Hopefully, they won’t kill each other before Max gets home. That would be very unfortunate.

“So,” Will says slowly, once Mike’s car has disappeared from view.

El raises an eyebrow, turning to look at her older brother. “So…”

“That… sure was something,” Will remarks. He’s fighting a smile and beating around the bush—typical Will behavior. 

“You mean it was a trainwreck,” El deadpans, and Will just snorts. “We are never doing that again.”

“Oh, thank God.” Will breathes a sigh of relief, and he walks over to their family’s little porch swing, all but collapsing onto it. “El, you know I love you and Max, and obviously, I love Mike, but… tonight was—”

“The worst possible thing that we could’ve done?” El finishes.

“Yes!” Will moans, holding his head in his hands. “Have you ever realized we’re practically dating the same person? Like… same person, different fonts, El. I know this whole little rivalry of theirs is just for show, but Jesus, I really thought Mike was gonna end up pushing Max into the water at the mini golf place!”

El giggles, and she takes a seat next to her brother, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Max would have killed him if he did that,” she points out. “And I would have taken a video and laughed.”

Will lifts his head, making a face at her. “Dude, you’ve got to stop threatening to kill my boyfriend.”

“I’ll stop when your boyfriend stops being an idiot!” El retorts, and Will just makes another face at her.

“Don’t be rude,” he scolds, poking her side lightly. “I swear to God, Max is such a bad influence on you. It was bad enough when you were just friends, but now that you’re dating, it’s even worse.”

Once again, El just laughs. “Sometimes, relationships bring out the best in you,” she says wisely, “but other times, they bring out the worst in you. I am happy my girlfriend brings out the worst in me. It’s kind of fun being evil, especially when it gets you and Mike riled up.”

An exasperated little sigh escapes Will’s lips, and he leans his head on top of El’s own. After a few moments of quiet, he mutters, “You’ve really taken this ‘youngest child’ thing to heart, haven’t you?”

“Yep!” El says cheerfully. “It’s a lot of fun. I can see why you enjoyed being the youngest for so long. Sorry you got demoted to middle child.”

Will sticks his tongue out at her. “I hate you,” he deadpans.

“I love you too, Will,” she says, before standing and offering her brother a hand. “Now, come on. I’m in the mood to watch the Reputation Stadium Tour again, and you’re going to watch it with me.”

Her brother just laughs as El pulls him back into their house. There’s a fond, loving smile on his face, and despite their disastrous double date and how their partners are both sort of insane, El wouldn’t change a single thing.

And when Will squeezes her hand and whispers back, “Love you too,” El gets the feeling her brother feels the same way. 

[iliaclwrites]

can you do something like eddie has to host hellfire but he can’t because it’s summer and his uncle is home sick or something? so eddie begs the reader if he can host it at her house since they’re neighbours or something? and the hellfire club finally gets to meet the girl eddie has a huge crush on. maybe with a fluffy ending, idk anything you want, it’s just a very specific scenario i like to think about a lot 😭

You opened the door to your house with a sigh. "Alright, alright," you said, as Eddie rushed past you with a chant of, sorry sorry sorry. He dropped the bag of doughnuts he'd promised as part of his bribe on the kitchen table and headed up to your bedroom, still apologising.

Wayne was ill, Eddie had told you over the phone, and the Hellfire club desperately needed a place to play. Lucas' parents were in, Dustin's mom had book club, and Mike's family were fumigating. That left you and your bedroom, princess, please, pretty please, with a bag of fresh Dunkin' Donuts on top?

What else could you have said?

You settled in at the end of the desk in your room, leafed out extra so Eddie could huddle more chairs around it, and set in to work on one of your college entrance essays. Eddie ruffled your hair as he stuffed a doughnut into his mouth and set up the gameboard, tossing dice mats around the table like fat confetti. 

You kicked your legs up onto the table, leaning back so you could read one of the books you were referencing (Du Maurier’s Rebecca, an absolute banger of a novel if you’d ever read one), and carded through the pages. You were so absorbed you didn’t notice Eddie’s eyes slide up your legs to the hem of your skirt, or the way he fumbled with one of the character sheets as you crossed one leg over the over. 

(“Shit,” Eddie mumbled to himself, swallowing as you chewed on the back of your pen. Bad Eddie. Bad. Terrible. Going to Hell, Eddie. You wrinkled your nose, and he quickly tore his gaze back to balancing the clipboards. Awful, no-good, carnal-sins-of-the-flesh-are-wrong-Father Eddie.) 

“I’ll get it!” you chirped as the doorbell rang. “You keep setting up.” 

“Yes, wife,” Eddie muttered beneath his breath, turning to watch your little white skirt flounce as you headed down the stairs, opening the door to a group of staring children. Eddie poked his head out from the top of the stairwell. “Ah! My disciples!” 

You looked down at them. Wheeler’s brother, the kid from the basketball team, and the curly haired one that was always hanging around Eddie like a little lost limpet. You smiled, nervously. 

“Oh!” Dustin said, and peered around you. “You never said she was pretty!”

“Are you kidding?” Lucas muttered as you turned to lead them in and upstairs. “That’s literally all Eddie ever talks about.” 

“Shut up if you want to live, Sinclair,” Eddie hissed, jabbing a finger at him. Lucas gulped. 

“Make yourselves at home,” you said, heading back toward your bedroom door toward the kitchen. “Any of you want drinks?” 

A chorus of well-behaved ‘just water, please, if you have it,’ chimed back to you, and you nodded, vanishing into the other room with a swing of your skirt. 

(“That’s her?” Mike demanded, and Eddie let out a strangled laugh. “No chance, dude. Sorry. She’s, like, really pretty.” 

“And you’re her friend?” Dustin demanded, and Eddie glared at him.

“That so hard to believe?” he snapped, and the boys pointedly looked at your room. The shelves of well-thumbed books. The delicate acoustic guitar resting on a baby-blue sparkly stand by the window. The stacks of Vogue magazines holding up a collection of makeup. “We’ve known each other a while.” 

“No shit,” Lucas said, heading for your dresser, where a polaroid of you and Eddie was embedded into the frame. The two of you as young kids, dressed in dungarees and sticking your ice-cream covered tongues for the camera. “Did you, like, brainwash her?” 

Eddie huffed. “She brainwashed me,” he snapped. “She made me listen to all of Revolver when we were fifteen because she had a crush on Paul McCartney.” 

“You jealous of Macca?” Dustin teased, and Eddie flipped him off. “I can’t believe that the girl you’re always talking about is real, I guess. Like, a real girl. A girl girl.” 

Eddie reared his head, flicking a d4 at Dustin. “What’s a girl girl?” he demanded. 

“Like, she has Madonna albums,” Mike said. “Her room has scented candles in it. We thought you had a crush on, like, some sort of goth chick that wears eyeliner and army boots.” 

“And a shaved head.” 

“And fangs.” 

Mike continued, pointing out your math olympiad trophies hung proudly next to a poster print of Van Gogh’s Cypress Trees. “She’s just not you.” 

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Girls have depth, you know,” he said, snootily. “The kid can whip your ass at Star Wars trivia. And she can absolutely shred Dio on that guitar.” He paused for a moment, and winked at them. “Once she starts talking about Lord of the Rings, my munchkins, you’ll love her as much as I do.” 

There was a beat. 

“Love, huh, Eddie?” cooed Dustin, and Eddie groaned. “Nawwww.”)

You bit back a smile from where you were listening at the door, waters balanced on the tray in your hands. You pushed it open, and beamed at them blithely, willing the blush to vanish from your cheeks. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought the doughnuts up.” 

Eddie schooled his features. “That’s my girl,” he said, and gestured for you to sit at the table. “Let the games begin.” 

[wheeler-fan]

Hi ok first of all im seeing alot of negative energy in your asks so i wanna make it clear that im not tryna be negative like genuinely curious about peoples opinions and yk wanting to talk about stuff i find interesting

So how do you feel about the framing in the last shot in season 4 like yk we have jopper and jancy (jopper is endgame im sure but idk abt jancy) and the will and mike in the middle like

The pairing and framing is very specific and odd like it is supposed to stick out to the viewer (cause yk normally people dont stand that far apart from each other in like pairs of two idk 😭) el in the centre alone makes sense though cause yk she’s in the eye of the storm (lol get it) (storm)

But they could’ve kept this framing but with different pairings too (like the wheelers together and the byers together) idk its just very obvious to me that they wanna make it stick out to the audience (not to mention that its the last shot of the season so obviously important)

And it doesn’t necessarily have to foreshadow byler but then what do you think it’s foreshadowing (cause there is something going on and yk the duffers love playing around like that)

ofc! i love getting questions from byler fans about my point of view!! let's just be nice to each other ❤️

well i see you're asking about this final scene

*jopper- well they're standing together bc they are endgame ofc!🙄🙄 we all know that, but also they were together in s4 in a team- they're an iconic duo fr

*jancy- first thing, they're canonically still together, we know that they have some issues but we're hoping they'll have a happy ending and will be an endgame duh🙄🙏🏻

* eleven - as you just said, she's in the eye of the storm, she's gonna be the main person who's gonna fight vecna, it's gonna be her final fight, her revenge to get a justice for Max and for Hawkins (also why mike is not next to her? not only bc they were kinda separated from each other at the end, but also bc mike can't be in her shadow, he's probably gonna have an important thing to do this season, the same goes with Will)

* byler - well as i said before i think eleven is separated from them so people will pay more attention to them and their role in final season, second thing and you have to agree with me at this point - they were such an iconic duo this season (+ we know that it's canon that Will likes Mike) so yeah, even if we won't focus at romantic stuff here i bet they're gonna be one of the most iconic duo this season!! (let's hope🙏🏻or else👹)

* you said that maybe wheelers and byers could stand together but idk about this one tbh😭 it's probably connected to the fact that- 1)We want jancy to be explained, bc nancy doesn't know why Jonathan was acting so weird and yk we also have a problem with steve and his 6 chicken nuggets....😭. 2) We want byler (some of us romantically, some of us platonically) but still we want things to be explained between them right? Well that's how i see it, hope it helps!❤️

[teawan]

How about something like a secret relationship? They sneak off and hide to make out and stuff. Just really cute and wholesome love for one another. I just want some sweet fluffy romance! Thank you! ♥

here you are :) it's a little rushed and probably ooc bc this is my first time writing for stranger things but hopefully it's not too bad 😭😭 ty for the prompt and hope you enjoy!!

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It’s seven at night and the party is gathered in Mike’s basement, drunk on laughter and cold pizza and togetherness. Will is in his wizard costume—well, the cape is draped across his lap as he stretches out on the couch and the tall, pointed purple hat is askew, a couple jostles away from falling straight off, so maybe he isn’t exactly in costume, but he doesn’t really care at this point, because the room is full of warmth and giddiness and he hasn't felt so at peace in what seems like forever. Mike is sprawled out on the floor below him, snorting at the sight of Lucas and Dustin as they wrestle with each other.

“Give it up, man, Suzie literally saved the world,” Dustin says, pinning Lucas to the ground and carelessly lifting an ugly throw pillow that Mrs. Wheeler had placed meticulously on the couch only hours before, preparing to sock Lucas in the face with it.

Lucas scoffs, rolling out of the way just as Dustin brings down the monstrosity of a cushion. It lands squarely where Lucas’s face had been moments ago. “Yeah, by reciting some numbers. What was it? Pi or something? Max is way more badass.”

“Planck’s constant, you idiot,” corrects Dustin, dodging clumsily and checking his hip on the corner of the table as Lucas lunges to tackle him to the ground. “Oh, shit, that hurt! Motherfucker!” 

Will laughs. “I don’t think Mrs. Wheeler would be very happy to hear that kind of language under her roof.” He glances at Mike when he says this and is pleased to see that a small, amused smile has wormed its way onto the taller boy's elegant, angular face.

Alarmed, Dustin turns to the stairwell, as if he expects Mike’s mother to materialize at the sound of her name like a demon being summoned. Lucas takes the opportunity to chuck a die from their unfinished campaign they had drifted away from an hour ago at Dustin’s exposed nape, and his newfound basketball skills ensure him a direct hit.

“Ow!” yelps Dustin, whipping around so fast that he nearly trips over his own feet. “Oh, you’ll pay for that, Sinclair—”

As the two boys’ bickering continues, Will catches Mike’s eye from his spot on the couch, reaching out with a socked foot and nudging Mike’s hip to get his attention. A silent conversation passes between the two of them, consisting solely of secretive smiles, sparkling glances, and, occasionally, a peek at Lucas and Dustin to check whether or not they’re being watched (they aren’t; Lucas and Dustin, having spontaneously made a truce, are now leaning against various pieces of furniture and discussing seriously about their respective girlfriends), and eventually, Mike props himself up on his elbows, gravity sweeping a single dark curl over his face. Will bites back a smile as Mike tries to blow it out of his face, eyes crossing slightly. After a few attempts, he gives up, hooking it behind his ear impatiently, and moves to stand, making his way to the stairs. 

He doesn't get far, having taken only four steps—Will counted—before Dustin and Lucas look up, eyes questioning.  "Where are you going?"

"Up," replies Mike, waving his hand vaguely at the stairs. "I think my mom called." He doesn't look at Will, but his body is ever so slightly angled towards the couch where Will lounges. The corners of Will's lips quirk up at the likely-unintentional gesture. It's at times like this that he has to restrain himself from doing one of two things: either pinching himself to reassure his mind once again that he is not, in fact, trapped in a strangely realistic and detailed dream that spans several weeks, or—the urge that is much harder to resist—launching himself at Mike in front of everyone and smothering his boyfriend with kisses because God, Michael Wheeler is the single most adorable thing he's ever had the pleasure of encountering in life. He can't do either of these things because first of all, Mike would get pissy if he saw Will doing anything remotely harmful to himself, and second—well, that's self-explanatory. It isn't that he thinks that any of his friends would react badly if they ever found out that he doesn't like girls the way they do, but honestly? He doesn't want to deal with the drama that would inevitably come if he were to show any kind of affection towards Mike that wasn't strictly platonic in front of other people.

Lucas hums in acknowledgement and he and Dustin return to their conversation. Shooting Will a quick, conspiratorial grin that says I can't believe it was that easy, Mike trots up the stairs. Smiling to himself, Will begins to count backwards from one hundred and twenty—it's probably unnecessary, but staggering their exits when in front of other people makes both of them feel a little more secure.

"Hey, what about you, Byers?" Dustin's question distracts him from his reverie, and he sits up before remembering the hat that's balancing precariously on his head. Well, was balancing. It falls to the ground with a soft sound and Will spares it a short glance before turning his attention back on his friends. 

"Huh?"

Lucas gestures impatiently, waving his arms around in the air and looking at Will like he expects him to understand. "Y'know. Any girls?" Wiggling his eyebrows, Dustin leans forward, clearly anticipating some kind of juicy answer.

Will tries to force down a laugh, but the question is just so ridiculous to him—obviously he can't really blame his friends, as he has spent the last decade trying as hard as he possibly can to fake crushes on the women in magazines and modeling shows, but the idea of him noticing a girl enough to feel the need to share it is absurd. Mike is literally two floors away, waiting for Will. Lucas and Dustin had been in the same room as Will's boyfriend not even two minutes ago. So, despite his valiant efforts, a giggle slips out.

Lucas's face morphs into an expression of comical confusion, but Dustin just raises his eyebrows, leaning even farther forward. Will doesn't understand how he hasn't fallen yet. 

"No," he answers truthfully, and watches the confusion and excitement slip from his friends' faces, suspicion painting itself over their features instead.

"Really?" Lucas asks skeptically, knitting his brows together at Will.

Will nods, trying to look as earnest as possible—it's not like he's lying, after all. He'd answered Dustin's question completely honestly. He hasn't noticed any girls, not ever in his life. At least not in the way that his friends were implying.

He sees Dustin open his mouth to ask a follow-up question, most likely something along the lines of an accusation of insincerity, when he remembers to check the time on the clock. The minute hand has ticked its way around the face twice now, and is on its way to complete a third revolution. Mike is probably getting confused by now. Will can just picture his delicate features twisting into a look of puzzlement as the seconds race by, and he stands up abruptly, his purple cape dropping unceremoniously from his lap onto the floor, before Dustin can even get a word out. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he announces, and toes the fine line to how fast he can walk before it becomes alarming.

Just as he reaches the first stair, he catches a glimpse of his friends’ bewildered faces. “Isn’t there a bathroom down here?” he hears Lucas ask Dustin, but he’s already stepping out onto the first floor and shutting the door to the basement as quickly as he can without slamming it.

Doing a short preliminary scan to make sure he’s in the clear, he scurries towards the stairs that lead up to the second floor. Before he steps foot on the staircase though, Mrs. Wheeler’s voice cuts through the silence, scaring Will so badly that he almost jumps out of his skin. “Will, honey? Where are you going?”

Heart pounding in his throat so hard that he feels nauseous, Will turns to see Mrs. Wheeler rounding the corner with Holly on her hip, looking slightly concerned. “Oh, uh—Mrs. Wheeler! Hi,” he manages, trying in vain to take himself down from fight-or-flight mode. He doesn’t do well with sudden noises or people creeping up on him, especially since the Upside Down. It reminds him of the constant fear, the nonstop need for vigilance, lest the grotesque, horrible, fleshy creatures picked up his scent, or heard his breathing, and decided they were hungry for human boy.

“Hi there,” Mrs. Wheeler says slowly, brows drawn together in confusion at his strange reaction, looking him up and down as if assessing for injuries. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah. I’m okay, you just scared me,” he says, mustering up a smile and hoping it doesn’t look as much like a grimace as it feels like one. “I’m just grabbing something for Mike. From his room.” He prays that Mike had gotten up into his room unseen so Will can avoid any further questioning.

Still looking slightly doubtful, Mike’s mother adjusts her arm around Holly. “Well, okay. Let me know if you need anything, alright? Don’t hesitate to ask.” Will nods, silently willing her to go, and to his relief, she turns and heads back towards the kitchen.

Racing his way up the rest of the stairs, he half-runs down the hall until he reaches Mike’s bedroom, twisting the knob a little harder than he intended to and yanking the door open to reveal his boyfriend, lounging on the bed with a comic laid out in front of him, lanky arms and legs sprawled lazily out across the sheets and eyes half-lidded with boredom. “Took you long enough,” Mike says, grinning at the sight of Will’s flustered expression, and slips off the bed, padding towards the shorter boy.

When Mike wraps his arms around Will, pulling their bodies towards each other and pressing a kiss onto Will’s lips, he melts, losing virtually all muscle function. Mike laughs into the kiss, hauling Will onto the bed. “What did Dustin and Lucas say when you left?” asks Mike, mouth still pressed against Will’s, and Will can feel the shape of the words. Mike’s voice is sweet and sounds and tastes like a popsicle on a sweltering summer afternoon.

He mumbles something incoherent, pressing himself against Mike because he doesn’t really have the facilities to carry a conversation right now. He’s mostly focused on getting as close as humanly possible to Mike, hoping that maybe willpower will be enough to get their bodies to fuse together. “I wanna wear your skin,” he mutters as he wraps his legs around Mike’s waist. He attempts to deepen the kiss, but Miks draws back, startled. “You want to what?” he asks.

Frustrated at the sudden lack of contact, Will headbutts Mike’s shoulder. “Why’d you stop, stupid?”

“Because you implied that you wanted to literally skin me alive,” replies Mike, adjusting their positions so that he can look into Will’s eyes.

“Just wanna be closer,” complains Will, using a hand to guide Mike’s lips back to his. Finally, the dark-haired boy complies, letting Will capture him back into the kiss, grinning a little at the smaller boy’s eagerness. Impatient now because of the previous pause, Will snakes his tongue into Mike’s mouth in a rare display of confidence, apparently surprising the other boy, who makes a startled—but definitely not unhappy—sound. It’s not loud by any stretch of the imagination, but Will still draws back a little, listening carefully for footsteps before diving back into the makeout session with vigor. He whimpers a little when Mike catches Will’s bottom lip in between his teeth, not that Will would ever admit it, and he feels his boyfriend smirk at the sound. Irritated, he nudges Mike’s mouth open wider and licks into it in retaliation, wiggling a little with satisfaction and carding his hands through Mike’s deliciously soft and silky curls when his boyfriend’s long, dark eyelashes flutter at the unexpected action.

Suddenly, Mike flips Will over so that he’s lying under the taller boy, locks of hair framing his face as he looks down at Will impishly. His lips are kiss-swollen and his hair is mussed and Will doesn’t think he’s seen anything hotter than this ever. “Michael…” he says, half-questioningly and half-warily, because the shark-like grin on the Wheeler boy’s face is raising some alarm bells.

Without replying, Mike places his forearms down on either side of Will to support him as he leans down to kiss Will again. Hard. Overwhelmed by the warm, slick feeling of Mike’s mouth pressing against him with a ferocity that was at least double of what they had been working with before, Will’s knee presses up against the warm skin under Mike’s navel involuntarily. Mike hums at the contact and takes the chance to move away from Will’s mouth and down to his neck in the split second that he lets down his guard, stopping somewhere near his collarbone and sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Will gasps shallowly at the painful pleasure, using every ounce of strength he has in himself to keep in the embarrassing keening noise that is building up in the back of his throat.

Mike continues down Will’s neck and onto his chest, exploring the almost too-warm expanse of his skin with his lips and teeth, and Will dissolves, clutching onto Mike’s shoulders to anchor him to reality as Mike quite literally marks Will as his own.

It’s really fucking hot.

Then Will remembers that he’ll have to cover it up later, which really defeats the entire purpose, but he’s too out of it for the flicker of unhappiness to be any more than just that—a flicker that’s immediately covered up by the pure sensation of Mike against him, Mike’s mouth on his skin. Fuck, he thinks to himself, because he’s so far gone for this boy, so far gone for Michael Wheeler, his best friend since childhood. And he can only assume, from the way that Mike is mumbling unintelligible endearments against his sternum, that Mike is just as far gone for him.

Then the door swings open, and Will doesn’t register the squeaking of the hinges until it’s too late. "What're you guys doing in—"

By the time he’s pushed himself up on his elbows, face burning and undoubtedly crimson red, Mike having fallen away from above him, Lucas and Dustin are staring wide-eyed at the two of them, uncomprehending looks on both their faces.

“What the actual fuck,” whispers Lucas, breaking the silence.

“...Surprise?” Mike offers sheepishly from beside Will, who whips around and cuffs him upside the head.

“Sorry,” says Dustin, looking shell-shocked. “I’ll—we’ll. Um. Leave you two…to, uh, it.” He reaches out and attempts to grab the doorknob again, missing a couple of times before finally grasping it and yanking the door shut.

Will, face still hot, turns to Mike. His boyfriend smiles back—he is way too calm for the situation they are in right now—and takes Will’s hand in both of his, squeezing it lightly. “Hey,” he says, “at least we still had our clothes on.”

Will chokes.

[berry-loves-yandere]

hi darling !! i absolutely loveddd your yandere will byers imagine … could i perhaps request a yandere mike wheeler x male reader where reader hates him and mike finally gets annoyed and kidnaps the reader? 😭😭😭 sob im sorry LMAO i get it i don’t really get inspo, either

BUT LIKE. IT'S A GOOD IDEA!!

𝐻𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝒿𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒

Yandere Mike Wheeler x AMAB!reader

Mike and (Y/N) used to be friends in middle school, at least that’s what Mike assumed.

They met each other through Will, who both were good friends with.

Everything changed when Will moved away and the other two entered high school.

Mike joined Hellfire, a D&D club and became one of the ‘freaks’ of the school.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) joined the basketball team and had a lot of talent, so he was instantly liked by the coach and senior members of the team.

Time went by, (Y/N) became the popular, handsome, starter for the basketball team, ladies man guy at school.

Everything he said was smooth and alluring, just like everything else about him

Everyone adored (Y/N) including Mike but (Y/N) didn’t reciprocate this adoration from Mike and even purposely avoided him.

In fact, (Y/N) hated Mike which made Mike very confused, wondering what he did to deserve that hate.

And wondering this made Mike become more obsessed  interested by (Y/N).

Mike watched every basketball game he possibly could to see (Y/N) but would pretend he was there for Lucas.

After one game, Mike decided to approach (Y/N).

“(Y/N)! Hey!” Mike called out to (Y/N) who was standing alone by some lockers.

“What do you want Michael?” (Y/N) questioned.

Even when sounding angry, his voice was effortlessly deep and smooth, making Mike gulp before speaking.

“Okay. One, Great job on the game and two, I wanted to ask why the hell you hate me.” Mike replied.

(Y/N) let out a little snort before walking up to Mike.

“I don’t have to tell you shit.” (Y/N) told him, poking a finger on his chest.

“You literally hate me for no reason! Why? We used to be friends.” Mike exclaimed.

“You’re kidding me, right? I got a good reason, it’s called you’re a shitty friend to Will! Do you know how many times he came to me, upset or even crying because of you, Michael? Or how I call him everyday and he accidentally tells me shitty things about you? Yeah. I got pretty good reason.” He angrily rambled.

“That’s why... why you hate me?” Mike scoffed.

“I’m done talking to you. Leave.” (Y/N) demanded.

Mike didn’t say a word, went into a classroom, grabbed the heavy metal globe and rushed back out.

He attempted to whack (Y/N) on the head with it but (Y/N) blocked his way of attack.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” (Y/N) yelled at him.

“This.” Mike replied before ramming the globe down onto (Y/N)’s skull.

(Y/N) was knocked unconscious by the force of the impact.

“Finally.” Mike huffed.

He grabbed (Y/N)’s ankle to drag him to the classroom so he could put back the globe.

Once the globe was back, Mike picked (Y/N) up to make it look like he was helping him.

Mike had found a secret attic in his house a couple weeks prior and the only entry door was in his room, so he was sure no one in his family would find (Y/N).

He placed (Y/N) on top of some random blankets in the attic.

He then grabbed some rope and ripped a piece of one of the blankets to use to restrain and gag (Y/N).

(Y/N) would learn to love him.

Hate can be subjective after all

[xxmarzimoonxx]

it’s funny because the more i look at twitter and tiktok and just think about what we were given in regard to byler this season, the more it kinda seems right? don’t get me wrong, we were definitely queerbaited to an extent, and that’s completely disappointing, and using will’s sexuality to further mileven was just terrible, but i actually feel kinda hopeful for season 5? anyways heres some mixed thoughts on byler that i don’t feel like adding to my pinned post and some will stuff too bc he’s my main guy <3

since the writers revealed that the jopper kiss was planned day of by winona and david, i sincerely believe that finn and noah could convince the writers to allow for smth between their characters, especially considering the way they have their characters act around each other (lip glances, longing looks, etc)

the lighting in the cabin scene? the stick figure drawing and the way it was framed? the dead flowers? these are not coincidences!!

almost every scene w mike and el has will standing in the background. again, definitely not a coincidence.

i also think that, in regard to season 4, completely fixing mike and wills relationship over the course of two packed finale episodes would have been forced. they have an entire season to work out their relationship now, and i truly believe byler will happen between the hints/parallels in s4, as well as everything finn and Mike have said (keep in mind they’ve seen parts of the script for season 5, and most likely already know how their characters are going to end up!) i have strong hopes, like noah said, i really feel that they’re building it up. we really need to see a post s4 interview w either finn, noah, or both of them. this way we can see how they react in regard to byler.

since filming for season 5 began early and the actors have already seen versions of the scripts and know where their characters are going, i truly believe what noah has said in interviews about byler being “built up” and stuff. it would explain finns behavior during interviews too if he knows smth will happen between them next season.

adding onto this, i feel pretty certain at this point that a lot of the actors be getting confused w what happens in each season 😭. like this would explain why it seems like a lot of them lied abt what would happen in season 4, and why a lot of leaks and hints as to what would happen didn’t. filming two seasons pretty much around the same time has to have had a lot of them confused, because im not sure why else all that would’ve happened…

bro im hyped for main character will next season. i don’t care if he’s a villain. i don’t care if he’s a hero. he can be whatever tf he wants as long as he’s not dead and is the main character (and main character he will be!!!)

my guess is that will gets vecnaed at the start of the season before they do that weird time skip thing. considering noah was in his s4 clothes in the pic w the harness (and that pic was posted around the same time david had said they started shooting early, so it makes sense that it’s for season 5).

im super curious tho as to how they’re gonna handle the time skip? i don’t know how they’re going to make it make sense, and i am worried it’s going to take away a lot from the characters (and no, not just mike and will, literally every character), so maybe they’ll do some sort of two part thing where the first part kicks off where we left off and the second jumps forward? kinda like the season 4 volumes but more evenly distributed.

everyone on twitter saying will might get killed off next season, SHUSH. as much as they like to hurt mr byers, imagine the backlash they would face after killing off one of two queer characters.

i saw someone on twitter say that like the point of wills arc this season was to highlight his emotional struggle and detachment from the group (his friends, johnathan, etc) to lead into his plot for next season. and yeah. that makes sense! and it’s also giving villain vibes 😍

it’ll also be really cool to see everything start with will and end with will. especially if he’s a villain. he would be helping the one thing (vecna/henry) that ruined his life, maybe even finding comfort in him. something about that is kinda cool, and im all down for a will byers villain arc. like imagine him showing mike memories of each time mike hurt him (verbally ofc) or smth like that and be like “look! it’s every time you broke my heart! now ill break yours 🤪💅🏻”. he wouldn’t kill him tho. we still want byler to happen. it would just be very slay of will. OKAY ILL SHUSH NOW.

i might add to this haha but it’s just some thoughts on will in season 5. if more byler stuff comes up in the coming interviews i might add it here rather than my pinned post because it’s just kinda easier. smh for not doing bullet points on that one.